Chapter 469: A Self-Directed Farce

Dumbledore appeared in Whitehall, London. When he was about to walk to the phone booth to go to the Ministry of Magic, he suddenly looked up at the blue sky.

There seemed to be something falling at high speed.

He stopped and waited patiently.

A paper-white dove passed through the clouds and sprinted down at a faster speed.

These days, if a message is sent in such an easily exposed way in broad daylight, something quite urgent must have happened.

The moment he held the Elder Wand, it stood on the palm of Dumbledore's open left hand.

None of the Muggles around him noticed such a strangely dressed old man.

He opened the paper dove, and the black ink spread from the paper bit by bit.

Possibly attacked?

Missing?

More than one this time?

Hey - why this time?

Dumbledore remembered the last time he disappeared.

When I received the news from the Magic Congress, the person had been found.

This time, he will be notified in advance. It turns out that he was asked to help.

In the field of dark magic, most wizards always believe that Voldemort is the strongest.

He wantonly takes the lives of others and is so powerful that no one can resist.

But Dumbledore knew that the strongest was only the most powerful.

A black magic that can perfectly control one's own magic power and make people near death but not fatal.

Only a handful of wizards know the truth: Gellert Grindelwald is the undisputed strongest in this field.

Power is power that can be controlled. Those who are controlled by power are not qualified to be called the strongest.

The disappearance of Vincent, who is naturally immune to the influence of dark magic, is more urgent than the return of Voldemort to his peak state.

Before entering the Ministry of Magic, the serious-looking Dumbledore suddenly smiled.

He thought of another possibility, one that no one thought was possible.

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Takuma, who came to Danlu Island in person, had sharp eyes and his eyes were always fixed on a piece of sea.

His eldest son Hirakawa stood at the rear left, guarding the surroundings alongside Watanabe.

Ten minutes later, ripples appeared on the calm sea surface.

More and more intensive, more and more frequent.

A member of the law enforcement team with a bubble on his head emerged from the sea.

His right hand held up a piece of charred remains.

Takuma's boyish hole shrank instantly.

The presence of wreckage on the seabed doesn't mean anything, the key is to find...

His dark eyes returned to their previous sharpness.

It was Yin Teng who first discovered the wreckage and apparated it to the beach.

"What's the situation at the bottom of the sea?"

"Too bad, very few parts of the yacht are intact."

Takuma, who was staring at the wreckage, looked back and asked, "Have their remains been found?"

Yin Teng shook his head, "Captain Kagura ordered us to continue salvage. He personally led a team to expand the search area."

Using magic can instantly cause salvage work, but it will cover the faint magical aura on the yacht wreckage.

They have to stay underwater for at least a day, and no one can guarantee where the current will take them.

More and more wreckage was being salvaged ashore, and Takuma still watched expressionlessly.

When half a piece of black down and black cloth appeared, he was obviously no longer as tight as before.

As more strips of cloth and some relatively complete clothes were salvaged, both Hirakawa and Watanabe could feel that he felt a lot more relaxed.

"Minister Aishiya, the salvage of ten kilometers under the sea has been completed!"

"Did you find mithril?"

"No, Minister."

"Okay!" Takuma's sharp eyes swept over the 16 law enforcement team members led by Yin Teng in front of him one by one.

His sight finally settled on the calm sea, "Everyone, listen, have a good rest for an hour, and then go down and take over Captain Kagura's search work."

"Yes, Sir Minister!"

It's almost dusk now, and if we still can't find it tonight, there are only two possibilities left.

Judging from the lack of movement, the children must have lost consciousness before the yacht was attacked by black magic.

Regardless of how difficult it is to achieve, at least there is no life-threatening danger for the time being.

As for the other one, the possibility is very low, but it cannot be ruled out that the corpse was destroyed...

Back at the Ministry of Magic, the three of them saw Dumbledore sitting on the sofa in the hall, who had just arrived.

Takuma, who was completely relaxed, walked forward quickly and said, "Sir Dumbledore, thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to come."

"They are my students and nothing is more important than that."

Arriving at the minister's office, Pingchuan immediately went out to make tea.

Takuma nodded slightly towards Watanabe, who took out a delicate small wooden box from the inner pocket of his white robe.

Dumbledore opened it with a solemn look and took out a piece of yacht wreckage.

Familiar mana composition, familiar black magic aura.

There is only one wizard in the world who can modify the threshold of black magic to such a low level.

Among the 13 missing children, one happened to be his apprentice.

The answer is self-evident.

This is a self-directed farce.

He took out the second piece of debris, took out the Elder Wand and waved it gently.

The black mist that was stripped out was very violent, as if it was going to destroy everything in this space.

"Your Excellency Dumbledore, what are you doing?"

"Restore this magic through the remaining traces."

When the black mist came into contact with the powerful magic at the tip of the Elder Wand, a burst of fire engulfed the entire office.

Watanabe, who had just stood in front of Takuma, didn't even touch the wand, and the flames that were spread by the powerful impact were all compressed into a small dot.

After Dumbledore easily resolved the crisis, his face was even more solemn than before.

"Mr. Ashiya, this is a perfectly controlled blasting spell."

Takuma signaled Watanabe to retreat with his eyes, "Does your Excellency have a clue?"

"I'm not sure."

"Knock knock--" The knock on the door stopped his further questioning.

It was Pingchuan who came in, and the current principal of the magic institute, Abe Yuxuan.

Pingchuan put down the tea and stood outside the door.

"Minister Ashiya, Mr. Dumbledore." Yuxuan's position was very correct.

After greeting, Takuma asked him to take a look at the remains in the small wooden box first.

Like Hogwarts, the magic institute strictly prohibits students from contacting black magic.

All they can learn are targeted defensive magic.

Of course, Yuxuan can't directly remove the aura of black magic like Dumbledore.

He summoned his own shikigami, a silver nine-tailed fox guardian.

Each of the nine tails was wrapped around a piece of yacht wreckage, and the cherry wood wand without fancy carvings pointed at them one by one.

When the first translucent dot floated out from it, his right hand holding the wand shook lightly.

"All evils appear--"

After the Japanese spell, the translucent dots quickly stretched into a long strip.

Repeated eight times, and then stacked them tightly together, the original translucent had a few more black threads.

After confirming that it was black magic, he dispelled the nine-tailed fox guardian, and seemed to be hesitating whether to continue.

However, Dumbledore, who raised his teacup and took a sip, gave him confidence.

"Restore the spell--"

Unlike before, the power of the restored blasting spell this time was much smaller.

Watanabe stood in front of Takuma again.

But at the moment when the impact pushed the flame outward, the entire blasting spell stopped as if it was flattened.

Dumbledore's right hand holding the Elder Wand drew a circle steadily.

Light blue circular lines wrapped around it.

The blasting spell began to be released again.

It seemed that the power was not great, but it was just that.

If Dumbledore had not acted in time, Watanabe believed that he would be blown away at the lightest.

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