"There isn't much money left from Xiu Xiu."
No matter how much money Xiu Xiu had, he couldn't withstand John's lavish spending.
Originally, John had only planned to conduct a second time flash within two months, but it was delayed due to the circus tour.
He walked around the hiding place and stopped in an alley, slowly turning around and looking around.
"After following me for so long, you always need to explain your purpose."
Not far behind John, the man with outstanding height and pale face smiled slightly.
The man raised his head, revealing his dark golden eyes under the brim of his hat.
"Let me guess, you are not attracted to my flowers, are you?" John saw those eyes, which reminded him of Heinrich.
"You're kidding, Mr. Joel." The man bowed and took off his hat to reveal his smooth black hair. "Wolfgang Edgar, you may not know me, but in the mouths of my followers, you are Extremely important."
"That's really flattering." John shrugged, "I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by."
"It is an honor for the great Grindelwald to remember little me."
When he said, "When you are great, there is no fear or respect, and it is an extremely plain tone."
Wolfgang looked deeply at John, and when he heard the name from Grindelwald's mouth, he was surprised by the light he had.
He knew Grindelwald too well.
This was an extremely arrogant wizard, and the only one he could take seriously was Dumbledore, who was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.
'Joel is a name that Wolfgang has mentioned many times since he followed Grindelwald.
That name appeared together with Dumbledore.
Only Wolfgang, his most trusted confidant, can know.
Grindelwald's obsession with Joel is no less than that of Dumbledore.
It can even be said that it has reached the point where Wolfgang is asked to count who appears more often.
Grindelwald was arrested, and Wolfgang, his confidant, was not anxious at all.
He even knew that after this time, new members would appear in Grindelwald's revolutionary team.
This is the charm of Grindelwald. Everyone who comes into contact with him will be integrated into him unconsciously.
I thought that my boss would contact me after he developed followers.
Unexpectedly, Grindelwald found himself through some means during the first week of being locked up.
Wolfgang had news.
The man named Joel reappeared after more than 20 years.
And Wolfgang just wants to find the other person.
A sudden glimpse of Diagon Alley prompted Wolfgang to follow John.
"Mr. Joel, do you have the honor to buy you a drink?" Wolfgang invited.
John smiled slightly and said, "My appearance fee is very expensive."
"I believe Edgar can afford this." Wolfgang smiled confidently.
As the leader of the ancient pure-blood family Edgar, he has this capital.
"Well, I guess I need to go over there, don't I?"
John glanced behind him, and a beautiful woman appeared there without knowing it, holding a wand in her hand.
With bright eyes and red lips, she is like a blooming black rose, handsome and cool.
"First meeting, Mr. Joel, Wenda Rozier." Wenda stared at John, the wand in his hand ready to prevent John from escaping.
As Grindelwald's right-hand man, John has a lot of cards.
Unlike being alone in America, Europe is Grindelwald's home ground.
Wolfgang stepped aside to get out of the way and extended his right hand in invitation.
John knew that his chances of leaving now were too slim. He walked towards Wolfgang without making a move and was invited to leave.
It was a wine shop with only a few people in it
pavilion.
Wolfgang sat opposite John, and behind him was Wenda looking at John with a careful look.
"Wine produced in Austria in 1882." Wolfgang gently shook the red wine in the glass and said with an exclamation tone, "Wine is a very magical thing, they will become more and more beautiful over time. Fragrant."
"It's the same with people."
Through the red wine, his eyes fell on John.
"What about you, Mr. Joel?"
Wolfgang's body leaned forward slightly, the cross hanging naturally.
"You don't look like someone in their forties?"
"Grindelwald has searched for you many times, but you never appeared. Why did you reappear now, when he was arrested?"
Wolfgang stared at John closely, with too many questions.
Not just Wolfgang, but also from Grindelwald.
This was an interrogation, and John took his time facing the two wizards.
He picked up the red wine glass and shook it gently.
The aroma of the wine was released from the shaking of the glass, and John chuckled: "You have too many questions, Edgar."
His back touched the back of the chair, and John looked at ease.
"You should know something, but at what price can you pay?"
"The price?" Wolfgang chuckled.
John said matter-of-factly: "Exchange of equal value."
"I think you misunderstood, Mr. Joel," Wolfgang chuckled. "Do you have a misunderstanding about the current situation?"
Wolfgang pointed at Wenda and said, "We controlled you."
"Misunderstanding? You are wrong." John shook his head and said calmly, "You don't control me, but I control you."
John didn't even take out his wand, and his arrogant tone made Wolfgang feel ridiculous.
John smiled back.
The next second.
A wave of coercion, centered on John, surged toward the two people in front of them.
Wolfgang's smile disappeared in a second.
Wenda stood up quickly, pointing her wand firmly at John.
"Don't be nervous." John said relaxedly, "It's just a display."
Glancing at the wand that had not been moved away, John said calmly: "Your magic can't kill me."
"You can try."
"Venda!"
Wolfgang raised his hand to stop her next move.
Staring at John, Wolfgang had a feeling that the man in front of him was not joking.
As Grindelwald's right-hand man, Wenda looked at John again after hearing Wolfgang's words.
She slowly lowered her wand.
John tilted his head, "I also know a guy who casts the killing curse. That guy's brain is not very good. I can guarantee that he is more powerful than you."
Wenda looked solemn, and John chuckled: "Don't be nervous, I'm not one of you."
"I don't kill people easily." John said with a half-smile.
Wolfgang somewhat understood why Grindelwald could not forget this man.
Powerful, confident and elegant.
"So, what's the price?" Wolfgang wanted to see what this person who traded his own information wanted.
John smiled.
Compromise is the first step to failure in negotiations.
He said meaningfully: "Perhaps the Deathly Hallows will be a good choice."
Wolfgang's expression changed, and he subconsciously grabbed the pendant composed of vertical lines, circles, and triangles on his collar.
"how do you……"
When Wolfgang opened his mouth, he realized that he seemed to have exposed something, so he closed his mouth and stared at John.
"Don't be so surprised." John shrugged and said, "Do you still want an answer now?"
In exchange for the Elder Wand,
Wolfgang doesn't have that luxury.
He looked at John for a long time and shook his head slowly.
"Then we can make another offer." John sat up straight and gently touched the wine glass with one hand.
White frost covered the wine glass, giving off a slight chill.
"I killed Dumbledore for you. This... is sincere enough."
The atmosphere solidified.
Wolfgang wanted to see something on John's face, but all he saw was indifference.
Kill Dumbledore? ..
Not to mention whether Grindelwald wanted to do this or not, but with Dumbledore's strength, not everyone can speak arrogantly.
"We need time to think about it," Wolfgang said cautiously.
John shrugged, and the moment his fingers released the wine glass, the solidified red wine in the glass returned to its original state.
"I hope you can think about it carefully."
He got up and walked outside.
Wenda wanted to stop him.
John said calmly: "In this gathering place of wizards, do you want to start a war with me?"
Ignoring the wand pointed at him, John walked out.
Wenda didn't take action in the end.
Their current identities are wanted criminals, and they need to keep a low profile until Grindelwald comes out.
Once the three of them take action, the French Aurors will definitely come.
At that time, they will not be able to explain to Grindelwald.
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