Sphint Orphanage.
It was originally a church home for orphans.
From hundreds of years ago!
God favored these children and gave them food.
In return, these children will serve the gods throughout their lives.
But since a scandal with a devastating impact was exposed.
The Sfont Orphanage was supervised by the Paris city government and became a government-run orphanage.
However, the hospital, which has been in disrepair for a long time, still retains a strong religious flavor.
It is a light vertical whole. Both the walls and the tower are divided into finer points as they go up. The decorations are more numerous and exquisite, and the tops all have sharp little spires that pierce the sky.
This impressive Gothic architecture.
It will never lose its religious mystery because of government access.
"Mr. Sanchez."
In the pale corridor, Dean Jerry Payton said to the tall man next to him with excitement and worry.
"Are you sure you want to adopt that child?"
"I-I have to tell you."
After thinking for a long time, he decided to tell the truth about the child.
After all, even if he didn't tell, when the adoptive parents learned the truth later, they would try their best to get rid of that - that monster.
"Although this is ridiculous, but-" He swallowed and looked towards the end of the corridor, a closed door.
"That child is completely different from normal children. I don't know the details. Maybe you should go find a priest at Saint-Gervais-Saint-Protaire. Damn it - as a doctor, I actually said Say something like this." The dean bit his tongue in shame.
He is a true philanthropist.
He is also an upright government official.
Ever since the scandal broke out at the Spendt Orphanage, the trafficking of children's organs...
The angry Parisian people almost beat the priests involved in the case to death in the street.
The city government is also afraid of the fighting power of this group of people in the old revolutionary areas.
After many screenings and interviews, he was finally given the task of renovating the orphanage.
"Maybe, I shouldn't have mentioned that word. But - it's like being possessed..."
"That's enough." Grindelwald, whose pseudonym was Rick Sanchez, interrupted rudely.
He had heard enough along the way.
These stupid Muggles imprisoned a young wizard here.
Without opening the door, he already knew what was going on inside.
Because he had seen it before, more than once.
"Lead the way." The man's cold tone made Dean Jerry Payton's face even more worried.
But since this gentleman didn't mean it, he didn't bother to speak again.
Normally, after seeing that child's appearance, normal people would never think of adopting him again.
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"Huh~ Are you alive again?"
"What's going on recently? Why do I keep having dreams like this?" Vincent gently rubbed his head, his two cloudy eyes filled with tiredness.
He hasn't slept well for several days.
As soon as I close my eyes, my mind is filled with images of myself being swallowed by the sea.
Not only that, the picture was extremely clear.
The touch is very real.
Almost every time he woke up, he was suffocated.
"Dumbledore's attack was too fierce. Damn Granger, you ruined my good deeds again." He cursed fiercely, holding the wand tightly in his right hand, and covering his abdomen with the other hand.
The gauze-wrapped waistline was oozing with blood.
"Bai Xian - I think about it, the last bottle of Bai Xian was used last time."
Last time - the third time Granger ruined his good deeds.
The despicable Potter actually taught her Shen Feng Wu Ying.
Taking advantage of being unprepared...
But fortunately, he is a time traveler and knows the counter-curse of Shen Feng Wu Ying.
Otherwise - it should have been answered a month ago.
"Hu~hu~"
Continuing to breathe heavily, Vincent raised the wand to his abdomen and chanted the magic spell: "Heal quickly~"
"Heal quickly~"
The wounds left by black magic are not easy to heal.
All he could do was simply stop the bleeding.
"We can't go on like this. The number of Death Eaters is too small and they can't resist the European wizard coalition."
Calm down Vincent and get dressed.
Get ready to leave this small room.
He seemed to be in a basement somewhere.
There is a staircase leading up not far from the bed.
Holding on to the handrail, Vincent walked up. After pushing open the baffle above his head, a gust of cold wind came in.
That's a tree hole.
An infinite extension spell was cast in the tree hole.
Vincent was hiding in this tree hole.
"A raid on Hogwarts must be organized as soon as possible. Kill either Dumbledore or Harry Potter."
Otherwise there will be no end to this endless war.
"Squeak!"
In the suddenly silent Forbidden Forest, there was the sound of the wooden door being unlocked.
"who?"
Vincent, who was already frightened, held the wand and almost subconsciously threw the spell in that direction.
"Avada Kedavra!!!"
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Throughout the room, the walls were covered with various paints and pictures.
Red, blue, black, and green are intertwined.
Maybe it can't be called a painting at all, just graffiti and stains.
That child.
The child with skin as pale as snow.
Messy long hair that reaches past her waist.
Wearing a large hospital gown that was washed until it turned white.
He was hiding under the hospital bed and talking strange things.
Holding a paintbrush in one hand, the other hand was covered in red paint, holding her stomach.
The whole person felt depressed.
Like he was seriously injured.
Suddenly, he emerged from under the bed.
The cautious little face looked around - even if there were only walls there.
"Are you sick again?" Dean Jerry Payton frowned.
At this time!
Although most of the time, this child is not normal, but in the sick state, he is unconscious.
But - after thinking about it, this can be considered a good thing, as it can make this gentleman give up the idea of adoption.
Or - there are other outstanding children in their orphanage.
"Squeak!"
Grindelwald's face was already gloomy and cold, and without any hesitation, he pushed the door open and entered.
"who?"
In the Forbidden Forest, a gray-haired old man walked out from behind a certain thick tree.
"Avada Kedavra!!!"
He didn't recognize Vincent at first glance, so why did Vincent talk nonsense to him? The intense hide-and-seek with the wizard had exhausted all his energy.
Die!
Go to hell first!
Only the dead will not resist him.
Green light illuminates the entire Forbidden Forest.
It also illuminates the ward.
A tremor flashed in Grindelwald's eyes, and he waved his wand, deforming the paint bucket at his feet. A thick stone wall suddenly appeared, resisting the attack.
"Bang!"
Just after the life-killing curse was released.
There was another loud noise in the room.
That's a paintbrush in a child's hand.
It exploded.
"How-" Dean Jerry Payton hadn't finished speaking.
He was knocked unconscious by a stun spell from Grindelwald.
Then he quickly checked the child's injuries.
Curse explosions are no joke. Many wizards have died due to curse accidents.
What's more, what he just used was a death curse.
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"Huh~ Are you alive again?"
"What's going on lately? Why do I keep having dreams like this?" Owen gently rubbed his head, his cloudy eyes filled with tiredness.
He hasn't slept well for several days.
As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind was filled with images of himself being blown up by the Death Curse.
Not only that, the picture was extremely clear.
The touch is very real.
The dark green light was like a sickle. Although there was no pain when it cut across his neck, the silent fear was frightening.
After opening his eyes and looking around, Owen breathed a sigh of relief. This was the Sphynter Orphanage, and he had traveled through time.
Fell off the freighter crossing the ocean.
When he opened his eyes again, he discovered that he had come to this strange world.
People around me spoke a strange language.
Although I couldn't quite understand it, I could roughly tell that it was French.
"France--"
"Uh-huh--"
"I really don't know what kind of world this will be like?"
