The Carrow Family's Internal Strife

When Xiwen arrived, the Carrow family's Christmas dinner was still ongoing, with almost all family members seated at the magnificent long table in the main hall.

The sudden appearance of Xiwen with Carrow, who was tightly bound by ropes, startled the many witches in the main hall.

"Who are you! How dare you kidnap someone from the Carrow family?!" The old woman sitting in the main seat stood up and asked coldly.

At the same time, three House-Elf Apparition into the hall one after another, staring intently at the young, uninvited guest.

"Don't rush to do anything, I'm just here to make friends with you." With a smile, Xiwen took his pocket watch from around his neck, then opened the cover to show the Rosier family crest inside the watch to the old woman who had stood up—the pocket watch had a blooming rose on it.

"I am the heir of the Rosier family. I have come here uninvited simply to make friends with you. I believe the Carrow family would not be so heartless as to refuse me?"

Seeing the blooming rose, the witches of the Carrow family visibly breathed a sigh of relief. Clearly, the two families, both Pure-blood and supporting France, had a relatively amicable relationship. If the Rosier family heir's identity was genuine, then there Grindelwald still room for maneuver.

However, the kidnapping of the current head of the family is still something the Carrow family cannot tolerate.

The elderly woman at the head of the group, still with a cold expression, said to Xiwen in a chilling voice, "I have never heard of such an impolite heir in the Rosier family."

"May I ask who you are?" Xiwen smiled at her, appearing polite on the surface.

"Ophelia Carrow, just a widow," the old woman said expressionlessly.

Xiwen silently recalled the information about the Carrow family and realized that this Ophelia Carrow was the widow of the previous patriarch of the Carrow family.

The previous clan chief was the old man who was cursed to death by his own granddaughter!

"In that case, I have a very interesting story that I'm sure you'll find interesting," Xiwen said with great interest.

"Ugh--"

Upon hearing what Xiwen said, Carrow, who had been casually thrown to the ground, suddenly began to struggle violently, making whimpering noises.

But what goes around comes around. The Tongue-Locking Curse that Carrow had used on the patriarch of the McMillan family was now being used on her by Xiwen, and now she couldn't utter a single word.

Seeing her granddaughter's pitiful state, Mrs. Carrow's face flushed with anger. She said coldly, "Mr. Rozier, although I don't know what my granddaughter did to offend you, shouldn't you release her before telling the story?"

"I think it's not too late for you to decide whether to release him or not after you've heard the whole story," Xiwen said meaningfully.

However, this old woman had lived a life of glory and could not bear the humiliation that Xiwen had brought upon her.

"Since Mr. Rozier isn't sincere, there's nothing more to say," she said bitterly.

"Do it!"

As Old Lady Carrow gave the order, three House-Elf and a number of younger witches simultaneously unleashed various types of spells upon Xiwen.

Seeing this, Xiwen sighed helplessly.

Why do we always have to resort to physical force to solve problems?

A minute later, all three House-Elf collapsed to the ground, and all the members of the Carrow family sat in their original positions in fear and unease, not daring to move an inch.

Behind each of them was a figure identical to Xiwen, pointing a wand at each person's neck. A faint green light emanated from the tip of each wand, terrifying everyone present.

In fact, Xiwen already knew that the Carrow family had a history of evil deeds and often used Muggle as test subjects for Dark Magic experiments. Most babies born into this family, which had a long tradition of Dark Magic, would grow up to become notorious dark wizards, committing atrocities in the Wizarding World and even the Muggle World.

Therefore, Xiwen felt no psychological pressure whatsoever about using violence against this family.

Of course, the green light on the wand couldn't possibly be the Killing Curse that the Carrow family members had imagined. This subtle green light was precisely the Verda Sparkle that Xiwen loved most.

Now, Xiwen is becoming more and more proficient in using this spell, which he learned in his very first Defense Against the Dark Arts. He can now perfectly disguise it as the terrifying color of the Killing Curse, making it extremely convenient to frighten people.

"Can I listen to the story properly now?"

Xiwen casually dismissed the green light from his wand and asked.

Without waiting for the witches in the hall to answer, he pressed his wand against Carrow's temple, twisted it hard, and pulled out a white, flocculent substance that was both liquid and gaseous from her mind, then flung it into the center of the long table in the hall.

Carrow struggled even more violently, as if the white substance was extremely important to her, or rather, she didn't want anyone to see it.

Xiwen naturally ignored her thoughts, and with a backhand hand seal, summoned a Vapors of Vision learned from Kamar-Taj to envelop the hall, temporarily serving as Pensieve.

A dynamic scene suddenly emerged from the fog.

The members of the Carrow family were astonished to discover that the image reflected in the screen was of Carrow, the current head of the family who looked younger, now lying on the ground.

The scene in the mist was like a 3D movie, continuously playing Carrow's memories in front of everyone in the hall. Their expressions quickly changed from initial curiosity to astonishment, and then to anger and resentment.

The moving images continued to play.

A young father carrying a child of about one year old appeared in the fog, looking at his child with a loving expression as he walked down a street in France. However, the next moment, the young father was suddenly hit and thrown into the air by a Muggle car.

As a wizard, he seemed momentarily dazed before the Muggle car arrived, and before he could react, he and his child had already passed away.

Upon witnessing this scene, a young witch in the audience finally broke down in tears.

"I've had a bad feeling about this all along, why my incredibly powerful husband would die in Muggle car accident. It turns out it was you who did it!" she cried out venomously, looking at Carrow lying despairingly on the ground. "His expression before he died clearly showed he was under Confundus Charm; that Confundus Charm was the real culprit that killed him!"

"I still remember when you came with me to find that Muggle who was driving, and helped me kill his entire family. I even thought you were a decent person back then, so I approved of you becoming the head of the family. I never imagined that was just a pretense to clear your name!"

Hearing her expression, so nonchalant about killing an entire family, Xiwen frowned. It seemed no one in the Carrow family was innocent.

"Calm down, maybe this is Rozier's plot to divide us!" Old Madam Carrow quickly advised.

However, her voice lacked confidence, because she had also seen a clear image in the video of Carrow casting a curse on the old patriarch, the authenticity of which was self-evident.

"How can I stay calm in this situation!" the young witch said, heartbroken.

The next moment, she suddenly raised her wand and pointed it at Carrow on the ground.

Avada Kedavra!