Vaughn drew out a wisp of memory and flung it onto the wall of white mist.
The mist churned and shifted. In the blink of an eye, a city and a street were clearly outlined upon the screen.
Dumbledore frowned slightly. "Where is this?"
"Chicago."
"A Muggle city in America? What are you doing here?"
"Someone told me he had met with DeSantis here many times. He suspected that DeSantis was living in seclusion in this city—well, at least one or several DeSantises."
When he had encountered Wilkinson two days earlier and Wilkinson mentioned Essex's name, Vaughn had suspected that DeSantis might not be a single person.
Rather, it was an identity shared by a group of people—a common codename.
It was merely his intuition and speculation, without any evidence.
And he knew that any normal person who heard this conjecture would find it absurd—Wilkinson was a legendary wizard. If someone could share the same identity as him, didn't that mean all those using the identity "DeSantis" were legendary wizards?
"Impossible!"
Dumbledore was a normal person. Thus, upon hearing Vaughn's speculation, his first reaction was to deny it. "My dear, there aren't that many legends in the world. It's difficult for me to describe, but you must understand: once a wizard becomes legendary, the other legendary wizards will sense it. They will know that another of their kind has been born into the world."
The two had already arrived in Chicago and were walking along a street in the city's northern district.
This area was near the lakefront, a traditional wealthy neighborhood. Everything looked clean and orderly, while their destination lay in the downtown area directly south of the northern district.
His gaze sweeping over the cars and pedestrians passing slowly along the road, Vaughn said, "I can't imagine what