Handling the Prisoners

"Don't think about having a big meal right after waking up. If you don't care about your stomach, just say so!"

At the Hospital Wing, Mrs. Dallaire Xiwen angrily berating Shriver at his bedside.

"And another thing, you've only been at school for three years, and you've already come to the Hospital Wing so many times because of magic exhaustion? I've never seen such a troublesome little wizard!"

Xiwen looked embarrassed and pleaded with Miranda, only to find her covering her mouth and chuckling.

Left with no other choice, Xiwen had to abandon his plan to ask the House-Elf in the kitchen to cook him a big meal, and guiltily finished the vegetable soup that Mrs. Dallaire had brought him.

Xiwen only breathed a sigh of relief after Mrs. Dallaire left, then glared resentfully at Miranda.

"Why are you just gloating? Why aren't you saying anything in my defense?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"You did something so reckless, isn't it only right that you got a scolding from Mrs. Dallaire?" Miranda glared back at her and said matter-of-factly.

Xiwen's eyebrows drooped again, and he shook his head helplessly.

"At least the final result is good, right?" He said softly, looking at the Gothic decor on the ceiling of the Hospital Wing. "You see, in terms of top-tier combat strength, the two of us combined are basically equivalent to Grindelwald. If we add Dumbledore, then the Pure-blood Party will completely lose their advantage in this regard."

"That's true in theory," Miranda nodded in agreement. "But there's a problem. If he keeps avoiding duels with top-tier fighters and chooses not to meet us, what can we do with him? Or can we let him capture one of us and defeat us one by one?"

"That is indeed a problem," Xiwen frowned, deep in thought.

Just then, an owl suddenly tapped on the window outside the Hospital Wing with its long beak.

Xiwen instinctively sat up in bed, reached out to open the window, and then took the letter tied to the owl's leg.

As he was examining the letters, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.

The next moment, an angry voice echoed throughout the Hospital Wing.

"I've told you so many times, owls aren't allowed in the Hospital Wing!!"

Mrs. Dallaire's voice startled Xiwen, and he instinctively threw the poor owl out the window.

Then, Mrs. Dallaire, carrying a bottle of disinfectant, rushed over angrily and swiftly disinfected the area around Xiwen's bed and the letters in his hand. She then gave Xiwen a furious scolding before leaving the scene, still seething with anger.

After being scolded by Mrs. Dallaire, Xiwen was in a daze for a while before he remembered that he hadn't opened the letter.

Mu Ran opened the letter in his hand, and Xiwen's eyes widened suddenly.

"Grindelwald said he could agree to my conditions, relinquishing de facto control of France ..." he read in astonishment. "However, we need to release all the prisoners of the Pure-blood Party."

"Damn it, those Saints locked up in the Mirror Dimension haven't been released yet!"

When Xiwen met the dozens of Pure-blood Party members imprisoned in the Mirror Dimension, he saw this scene—

The Saints lay listlessly, either lying down or leaning against the wall, amidst the ruins.

The entire Mirror Dimension had become a scene of ruins, with the ground and walls wrecked by the Saints, and the marks of burning, explosions, and cutting were clearly visible.

However, judging from the sheer number of people, these Saints have yet to find a way to leave the Mirror Dimension.

Several Saints even seemed to have no other choice but to Apparition, and unsurprisingly, they Splinching, becoming incomplete.

Judging from the current situation, if it weren't for some of the remaining rational individuals among them providing medical treatment and diligently using Water-Making Charm to supply drinking water, these people might have died on their own within three days in the Mirror Dimension...

When they finally saw Xiwen, these defeated Saints instantly displayed several different reactions—

First came a group of furious and volatile wizards, who were extremely angry that Xiwen had kept them locked up in this space for three days and three nights. They rushed over, shouting, and attempted to launch a suicide attack on Xiwen.

These enraged losers were casually flicked aside by Xiwen with his wand and then restrained with Full Body-Bind Curse before being ignored.

The other group adopted a begging posture, pleading with Xiwen to release them, or at least give them some food.

Of course, a larger number lay listlessly on the ground, unmoved by Xiwen's arrival. Some of them hadn't even regained consciousness; during their three days of imprisonment, they had spent their energy venting by unleashing a barrage of spells in the Mirror Dimension, completely depleting their magical power.

The torment of depleted magical energy, coupled with the hardship of three days without food, completely broke them, leaving these once invincible Saints utterly exhausted.

Xiwen didn't pay much attention to these types of people, but went straight to the two few Saints who still had some sense of reason.

"You want us to be your inside men? Absolutely not!"

Upon hearing what Xiwen said to them, the two Saints firmly refused his request.

Xiwen observed their performance and nodded in satisfaction. To maintain such clarity of mind and a firm stance under these circumstances demonstrated remarkable willpower in these two individuals.

"Don't rush to say everything," Xiwen with a gentle smile to the two. "Listen, Grindelwald fled this time because of his defeat in the duel, and he even abandoned many Saints who were captured by us. Are you really willing to follow such a leader?"

The two men initially showed disbelief in their eyes, but then, remembering that their Lord Grindelwald had not come to rescue his faithful followers for three consecutive days, they became skeptical.

It wasn't until Xiwen produced Grindelwald's letter that the two finally realized that the Dark Lord Grindelwald, who had dominated the world for decades, had actually been defeated!

Of course, they didn't know that Grindelwald hadn't actually lost; rather, it was Xiwen who had been unconscious for two or three days due to magic exhaustion...

However, on Xiwen's turf, the truth of the matter was no longer important.

Under Xiwen's relentless coercion and enticement, one of the Saints who still retained some reason eventually agreed to become a glorious inside man, relaying Grindelwald's movements to Xiwen.

Another Saints, who firmly believed in his ideals for a greater good and refused to compromise, was given Memory Charm by Xiwen and then sent back to the crowd.

"You know, if Lord Grindelwald ... if he casts Grindelwald Fire Shield Protection again, I'll be immediately exposed to his line of sight," Noel, the inside man, said.

"It's alright. If things go wrong, protecting yourself is more important," Xiwen said generously, patting him on the shoulder and handing Noel a small Two-Way Mirror.

"The rest of these Saints are yours to take back to the Pure-blood Party. You've saved quite a few people in the Mirror Dimension these past few days; Grindelwald should trust you a little more because of these achievements."