The Sixth Suitcase

The more Xiwen thought about it, the more he felt that Dumbledore was deliberately preventing Jacob from choosing that briefcase.

It's as if Dumbledore simply wanted Newt to believe it was a real box!

Or perhaps, Dumbledore staged this scene also for Grindelwald's benefit!

If that's the case, then the box Newt chose is most likely fake; and Dumbledore would never have arranged for the Muggle Jacob to carry the real box, because that would have put both him and the Qilin in great danger.

Having ruled out the two fake boxes, is the suitcase containing the Qilin truly among the remaining three boxes?

Xiwen shook his head inwardly. Neither Theseus nor Hicks should be more suitable Newt to get the real box containing the Qilin.

A man of Dumbledore's wisdom would not leave the final outcome to luck; he would likely choose a foolproof option, someone Grindelwald would completely disregard.

Therefore, it's highly likely that all five suitcases in the Room of Requirement are fake. There's a sixth suitcase in a location unknown to them!

Xiwen suddenly looked up at Bunty, who was still waiting in the same spot. Bonty was a female assistant who had always been very low-key and even somewhat humble.

Yes, if there's one person Grindelwald could most easily overlook in the foreseeable future, it wouldn't be Newt, who thwarted Grindelwald schemes multiple times; it wouldn't be the genius Charms professor Hicks; it wouldn't be Theseus, the Head of the Auror Office; rather, it would be Bunty, Newt's assistant who has always followed him like a vassal!

"Hello, Doctor Strange," Bunty smiled shyly, interrupting Xiwen's complicated thoughts. "I'll be troubling you with me today!"

In a village at the foot of the Himalayas Bhutan.

Many local shamans, dressed in traditional Bhutan attire known as "Kho" and "Qila," were enthusiastically cheering and welcoming shamans from all over the world who had come to participate in the elections for the International Confederation of Wizards.

Most houses in Bhutan are decorated in white, red, and yellow tones. They feature white walls, triangular wooden tile eaves, and pale yellow window sills.

This place is home to many blue-feathered, round-bodied Ball-Evading Bird. Whenever a wizard approaches them, these little birds will vanish into thin air and then reappear in another location.

Wizards from all over the world held up signs and banners supporting their respective candidates and chanted their names.

The different colors represent different candidates: yellow for Wissencia Santos, red for Liu Tao, and green for Gellert Grindelwald.

During the election, voters in various regions will launch sparks of corresponding colors into the sky to vote for their candidates. The International Confederation of Wizards will count the number of each spark to determine the number of votes for each candidate, which will then determine the final president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

In a secluded corner of the village, a golden halo appeared out of thin air, and a witch and a ghost emerged from it.

"Doctor Strange, I think you need to be more discreet," Bunty whispered to Xiwen after they stepped out of the Dimensional Gate. "Your ghost identity is too conspicuous here."

Xiwen nodded and concealed himself.

Bunty breathed a sigh of relief and casually walked into a dilapidated courtyard.

She gently touched her clothes with her wand, and her British-style trench coat quickly transformed into a traditional Bhutan "qila," with a veil covering half of her face.

Then, Bunty silently cast a spell in a corner of the yard, and a sixth box suddenly appeared before their eyes!

"So you've already been here before?" Xiwen asked, remaining invisible beside Bunty.

Bunty nodded slightly without making a sound, silently cast a Disillusionment Charm on the box, and then carefully lifted it up.

Suddenly, a commotion arose from afar, and the village halfway up the mountain suddenly became lively.

Xiwen floated up and looked out at the scene halfway up the mountain. He could vaguely see many of Grindelwald's men fighting fiercely on the rooftops and on the ground!

Spells flew wildly, and various colored lights flashed continuously, indicating that the battle was extremely intense!

"They're in danger," Xiwen said anxiously to Bunty as he quickly landed.

"Doctor Strange, have faith in their abilities!" Bunty said, his lips moving in a voice only Xiwen could hear.

Then, as if nothing had happened, Bunty casually picked up the box that had been enchanted with the Disillusionment Charm and walked slowly toward the mountaintop like an ordinary Bhutan believer.

Looking at the calm Bunty, Xiwen let out a long breath and calmed down as well.

Now is not the time to worry about others. Xiwen and Bunty have only one task at hand: ensuring the real box arrives at the venue safely!

Having figured this out, Xiwen quietly floated into the air, observing the surroundings from above, occasionally pointing out safe routes for Bunty where Grindelwald's men were not on guard.

The battle halfway up the mountain quietly subsided, and it remains unknown who emerged victorious.

However, the calm lasted less than five minutes before the situation suddenly spiraled out of control.

Countless loaves of bread filled the village roads, slamming wildly into Grindelwald's men, while countless magical books tore at the Saints, creating utter chaos on the hillside!

Xiwen could roughly tell that the infinitely multiplying bread was the effect of Copying Charm, and it should also be accompanied by Tracking Charm that could distinguish friend from foe.

Both the Copying Charm and the Tracking Charm are simple spells, but achieving such an effect is not so simple. Therefore, Xiwen could easily guess that it was Dumbledore cast the spell. When the box was opened, the magic inside was triggered, and the items in the box would continue to be copied until the magic was exhausted.

Seeing this, Xiwen knew the others should be able to escape in the chaos, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

He then landed next to Bunty and whispered, "At least two crates have already been opened. We need to hurry."

Bunty nodded calmly and turned in another direction.

"Halt! What are you holding?" As Bunty walked around a thatched hut and along a path, a large wizard in formal attire suddenly pointed his wand at her.

Although the box was enchanted with Disillusionment Charm, a close inspection revealed that Bunty was holding something in her hand, judging from the clenched fist. Of course, she didn't intend to hide it from everyone; as long as Grindelwald didn't notice her mission, she would consider it a success.

Bunty didn't stop at all, continuing to walk forward at the same pace and rhythm.

"I said, stop... ahhhhh--" Before the burly wizard could cast a spell on Bunty, he suddenly felt weightless and fell into the portal set up by Xiwen, crashing back to the foot of the Himalayas.

"Don't make a move to avoid Grindelwald discovering you," Xiwen said softly. "Leave the enemy to me!"

Along the way, every enemy encountered was swiftly and unexpectedly eliminated by Xiwen. Thus, Bunty made no stops and went straight to the wooden bridge leading to the final election venue.

The temple that Dumbledore had drawn in the Great Hall stood prominently atop the mountain in front of them!