aircannonsinc Chapter 124 The 6th Box
Chapter 124 The 6th Box
The more Sivan thought about it, the more he felt that Dumbledore had deliberately prevented Jacob from choosing that suitcase.
It was as if Dumbledore was simply trying to make Newt think it was a real box!
In other words, Dumbledore performed this scene just to show Grindelwald!
If this is really the case, then the box Newt chose is most likely fake; and it is even more impossible for Dumbledore to arrange for Muggle Jacob to carry the real box, because that would put both him and Qilin in great danger. In danger.
After excluding the two fake boxes, is the suitcase containing the Kirin really among the remaining three boxes?
Sivan shook his head secretly. Neither Theseus nor Hicks should be more suitable than Newt to get the box that actually contains the Kirin.
A wise man like Dumbledore would not leave the final result to luck. He would choose a foolproof option, someone who would be completely ignored by Grindelwald.
Therefore, it is possible that the five suitcases in the Room of Requirement are all fake. There is a sixth box in a location unknown to them!
Xiwen suddenly raised his head and looked at Bunty, who was still waiting there. This female assistant had always been very low-key, even a little humble.
Yes, if there is one person in the fragments that Grindelwald can foresee that is most likely to be ignored by him, it won't be Newt, who has ruined Grindelwald's plots several times, or the genius Professor Hicks of Curses. It won't be Theseus, the director of the Auror Office, but rather Bunty, the assistant who has been following Newt like a vassal!
"Hello, Mr. Strange." Bunty smiled shyly, interrupting Sivan's complicated thoughts. "I'm going to trouble you to come with me today!"
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Bhutan, a village at the foot of the Himalayas.
Many local shamans, wearing traditional Bhutanese costumes called "Guo" and "Qi La", were cheering enthusiastically to welcome the shamans who came from all over the world to participate in the International Federation of Wizards elections.
Most houses in Bhutan are based on three colors: white, red and yellow. White walls, triangular wooden tile eaves, and light yellow window edges.
There are many ball-escape birds with blue feathers and round bodies living here. Whenever a wizard approaches them, these little birds will disappear out of thin air and pop up from another location.
Wizards from all over the world held signs and banners of the candidates they supported and chanted the candidates' names.
Different colors represent different candidates, including yellow for Vicencia Santos, red for Liu Tao, and green for Gellert Grindelwald.
When the election comes, voters from all over the country will shoot sparks of corresponding colors into the sky to vote for the candidates. The International Federation of Wizards will count the number of each spark to calculate the number of votes for each candidate to determine the final federation. President candidate.
In a secluded corner of the village, a golden halo appeared out of thin air, and a witch and a ghost walked out of the halo.
"Mr. Strange, I think you need to stay hidden." After walking out of the door of the dimension, Bunty whispered to Sivan. "Your ghost identity is too noticeable here."
Xiwen nodded and concealed his figure.
Bunty breathed a sigh of relief and walked into a dilapidated yard pretending to be nonchalant.
She lightly tapped her clothes with the wand, and her British windbreaker quickly transformed into a traditional Bhutanese "Qila", and she covered half of her face with a veil.
Then, Bunty cast a spell silently in the corner of the yard, and the sixth box suddenly appeared in front of the two of them!
"So you've been here before?" Xiwen remained invisible and asked beside Bunty.
Bunty nodded slightly calmly, silently cast a disembodiment spell on the box, and then carefully lifted it up.
Suddenly, a noise came from a distance, and the village halfway up the mountain suddenly became lively.
Sivan floated up and looked at the scene halfway up the mountain. He could vaguely see many Grindelwald's men fighting fiercely on the roof with people on the ground!
Spells were flying around, and all kinds of lights were shining there. It could be seen that the battle situation was extremely anxious!
"They are already in danger." Xiwen quickly landed and said to Bunty anxiously.
"Mr. Strange, believe in their ability!" Bunty's lips moved and he said in a voice that only Sivan could hear.
Afterwards, Bunty nonchalantly picked up the box with the phantom spell cast on it and walked towards the top of the mountain like an ordinary Bhutanese believer.
Looking at the calm Bundy, Xiwen took a long breath and calmed down.
Now is not the time to worry about other people. Sivan and Bunty currently have only one task, which is to ensure that the real box arrives at the venue smoothly!
After thinking about this clearly, Xiven quietly floated into the air, observing the surrounding situation from a high position, and from time to time pointed out to Bunty a safe road without Grindelwald's men standing guard.
The battle halfway up the mountain also quietly calmed down, and it was not known who had won the final victory.
However, the calm lasted for less than five minutes, and the scene suddenly got out of control——
Countless loaves of bread filled the roads in the village, crashing crazily at Grindelwald's men, and many magical books kept biting at the saints. The entire mountainside was in chaos!
Xiwen could roughly tell that the wirelessly multiplied bread was the effect of the replication spell, and it should also be accompanied by a tracking spell that could distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
The copying spell and the tracking spell are both very simple spells, but achieving such an effect is not simple. Therefore, Sivan could easily guess that it was Dumbledore who cast the spell. When the box is opened, the magic inside will be triggered, and the items in the box will continue to be copied until the magic disappears.
Seeing this scene, Xiwen knew that the others should be able to leave the scene in the chaos, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he landed next to Bunty and said softly: "At least two boxes have been opened, we have to speed up."
Bunty nodded calmly and turned in the other direction.
"Stop! What are you holding in your hand?" When Bunty walked around a thatched house and passed by the path, a big wizard in formal clothes suddenly pointed at her with a wand.
Although the Illusion Curse was cast on the box, under close observation, it was still possible to tell that Bunty was holding something in his hand through the shape of his empty hand. Of course, she didn't think about hiding it from everyone. As long as Grindelwald didn't notice her mission, it would be considered a success.
Bunty didn't pause at all, walking forward at the original pace and frequency.
"I said, stop... ah ah ah -" Before the big wizard could use the magic spell on Bunty, he suddenly felt weightless and fell into the teleportation gate arranged by Xiwen, falling back to the Himalayas. At the foot of the mountain.
"In order to prevent Grindelwald from discovering you, don't do anything." Sivan said softly. "Leave the enemy to me to deal with!"
Along the way, every enemy encountered along the way will be quickly and unexpectedly eliminated by Xiwen. So Bunty went straight to the wooden bridge leading to the final election venue without any pause along the way.
The temple that Dumbledore drew in the auditorium stands impressively on the top of the mountain in front!
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