Lin Ze chatted with old Mulciber for a long time.
He could tell that this old man no longer cared about the world. It was probably because something happened to his family when he was young that hit him, or maybe because his only son was sent to Azkaban.
In short, his whole person exudes a free and easy attitude that has seen through life and death and a helplessness towards worldly affairs.
But when Lin Ze asked about the whereabouts of the vampires, old Mulciber gave a negative answer.
"Then where is that vampire now?"
Old Mulciber raised his eyes, a strange smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Mr. Lin... I think you asked the wrong person about this... I have never been exposed to that thing, which is why Albus only let me go."
Old Mulciber gently rubbed the armrest of the chair with dry fingers.
Lin Ze stared at old Mulciber for a long time. From his eyes, Lin Ze only saw a kind of calmness.
Maybe the other party is sincere enough, or maybe his acting skills are top-notch, but Lin Ze can't see any flaws.
"Perhaps... I can provide you with the names of people who participated in the sealing of the Vampire Clan, which may be helpful to you." Old Mulciber suddenly said.
Lin Ze finally raised a smile, "Then... what do I need to pay? Mr. Mulciber?"
Say goodbye to the old Mulciber and come out from the Grey Mist Manor.
Although there was still no progress in the case, old Mulciber gave him five names. Five names besides Mulciber were the names of people who participated in sealing the vampire clan back then. This was a story passed down by their family orally, and they had been hearing it since childhood.
The price is that Lin Ze needs to find a way to save the life of his son who is in Azkaban. Of course, it is not to let him out of prison, but to allow him to survive in it.
Lin Ze readily agreed to old Mulciber's request, which was not difficult for him.
Just...
Magic God.
This word still kept spinning in his mind.
It was the first time he heard this term, which was never mentioned in the original work.
He used to think that Legendary Mage was already the pinnacle of this world, but he didn't expect that there were even stronger beings above.
Back in the office, Lin Ze went over what Old Mulciber said in his mind.
"Ben."
"What?" Ben looked up from the pile of documents.
"Have you heard of Magic God?"
Ben blinked. "Magic God? What the hell? The new Quidditch team?"
"Pretend I didn't ask." Lin Ze waved his hand.
He turned around and went to Records Office.
Pick was refilling his tea cup with hot water. When he saw him coming in in such a hurry, he rubbed his brows with a headache.
"Just say it."
"What is Magic God?" Lin Ze asked directly.
Pick's pouring hand stopped in mid-air, and he put the teapot down after two seconds.
"Where did you hear that?"
"Grey Mist Manor."
Pick sat down slowly. "Ah... the old man is still alive?"
"Yes."
"It's not easy." Pick picked up the teacup and blew in the hot air.
"So what exactly is Magic God?"
Pick took a sip of tea and smacked his lips. "To put it simply, it is the ceiling of wizard practice, an existence that can truly touch the 'rules' of this world."
"Can you tell me in detail?" Lin Ze asked impatiently.
"For example, when we cook Potions, we need to follow the recipe step by step, but with Magic God, we can directly skip the cooking process and directly make the materials into the final required state."
"The highest spellcasting state that our ordinary wizards can achieve is Nonverbal Wandless Magic, but even if it is silent and wandless, there will be body movements."
"But for Magic God, spells are nothing but redundant burdens, and everything can change in the blink of an eye."
Damn!
Isn't this the Eastern cultivation of immortality?
Lin Ze felt a chill run down his spine after hearing this. "Dumbledore Did you almost get to that point?"
"Yes, almost, he just stopped on his own." When Pick said this, there was something very complicated in his tone, like regret and joy.
"Perhaps only he can stop without hesitation..."
"What about Grindelwald?" Lin Ze asked tentatively.
Pick glanced at him. "You know a lot about these sesame seeds and rotten millet things?"
"Just out of curiosity." Lin Ze chuckled.
"Gellert·Grindelwald..."
Pick looked at the ceiling, as if reminiscing.
"If Albus is the person closest to Magic God, then Grindelwald is a lunatic in the other direction. The two were very crazy when they were young..."
"Dumbledore is extremely powerful, Grindelwald... is simply a succubus... If these two were together at that time... I'm afraid the world would be under the rule of wizards now..."
Um...
Lin Ze looked at old Pick with a slightly excited expression. Wasn't this old guy a member of "Acolytes" when he was young?
Seemingly noticing his gaffe, old Pick coughed twice in embarrassment.
"Old Mulciber said he had seen Magic God." Lin Ze said.
"I don't know about that." Pick shook his head.
Lin Ze returned to his closet desk and wrote the five names given by old Mulciber on the parchment.
"Fearn·Burke"
"Chivalis·Black"
"Wadi·Gaunt"
"Casa·Longbottom"
"Hugh·Greengrass"
Among the five names, Gaunt family is currently half-alive except for Tom Riddle, who has maternal blood, and the other clan members have long since died.
Black family's remaining cousins are all somewhat related to him.
As for the remaining three companies, Lin Ze is not too familiar with them.
He had to find a way to find out if anyone in these three families had any evil intentions and was manipulating all this behind the scenes.
Black...
Black!
Huh?
Lin Ze suddenly slapped the table. Isn't this a ready source of intelligence?
The Sirius family has always had their old house, and these Pure-blood like to hoard magic books and compile family history.
Maybe we can find some clues in the old house of Black.
Lin Ze Before going to Grimmauld Place, I took a detour and went to Diagon Alley.
He felt that it was unreasonable for him to go to Black's old house empty-handed.
He spent a few Sickle to buy some Cockroach Clusters and bought a bottle of whiskey.
I am here to bring a gift, Lin Ze thought silently.
When he arrived at 12 Grimmauld Place, he stood at the door. Before he knocked, the door opened by itself.
Kreacher's wrinkled face appeared in the crack of the door, its big eyes like lightbulbs staring at him.
"It's you again." Kreacher said.
"What do you mean it's me again?"
Lin Ze picked up the whiskey and Cockroach Clusters in his hands, "Look, I brought a gift to your young master."
Kreacher's eyes fell on the bottle of wine and then moved away.
"The scum master is not at home."
"Then please open the door for me, and I'll go in and wait for him." Lin Ze said.
"No, although the scum master said that you can enter Black's house at will, Kreacher cannot let you stain Black family's carpet." Kreacher blocked the door with no intention of letting him in.