Kapitel 302: Letter From Nurmengard, Flustered And Uneasy Lucas!
"Honey, what's the matter?"
Lucas slowly raised his head and a tense and panicked face appeared in front of the four women, they had never seen him like this.
Since he came to Hogwarts, he has always been so radiant.
"Honey, is something wrong?" Hermione asked worriedly.
"Lend me some parchment."
Lucas did not answer, but took the parchment from Hermione and wrote a reply.
"The specific things are in the letter, you can read it yourself, I will reply first."
The four girls looked at the envelope on the long table and Hermione picked it up at the urging of the other three girls.
"Austria, Nurmengard Castle"
Seeing the mailing address, Hermione was stunned for a moment, of course she knew who lived at this address.
Carefully opening the envelope and removing the parchment inside.
When she read the first sentence, the tension in Hermione's heart relaxed slightly.
Fortunately, it wasn't a letter from the big man.
But seeing the following content, the eyes of the girls were shocked, they couldn't believe what they just read.
"Honey, your father"
"Don't say it here. It's not good for others to hear it. This matter is of great importance. It must not be known."
The expressions of the four girls immediately became serious. They knew very well just how serious the matter was.
But they were more worried about Lucas' state at the moment.
Looking at her boyfriend who was pretending to be calm, Hermione reached out and grabbed the back of his hand.
"It'll be fine."
The same is true for the other three women. They all hope that Lucas can understand that they are by his side.
Suddenly a breeze blew in the peaceful great hall and the folded parchment on the table was blown away by the wind.
"Gellert Grindelwald is critically ill, hurry back!"
A short sentence was about to break Lucas's heart.
Who is Gellert?
He was the strongest dark wizard before Voldemort.
He is the founder of the Alliance that went on to become the current Saints Group.
He is also Lucas' adoptive father.
Although the two are not related by blood, everything about Lucas is inseparable from the teachings of the other.
Lucas was playing around, messing with this and destroying that. In addition to relying on his own strength, there is another reason he could be so carefree.
That is, he knows that there is someone behind him who he can rely on.
If one day he caused a catastrophe that he couldn't resolve, he believed that his father would come out of the castle where he was imprisoned and help him to solve it.
But now, the closest person he has in this world, his reliance is about to collapse. How could this not upset him.
Lucas took a deep breath, wrote his name on the parchment and then whistled loudly.
Soon after Hestia flew in from outside.
"Bring the letter to Vinda, and it must be fast!"
Hestia let out a soft cry, flapped her wings and flew out from the window of the great hall.
At the same time, in the corner under the long table that no one can see. Another letter in Lucas's hand also disappeared with a flash of silver.
…
Soon, the powerful families in England received news that some members of the Saints Group had left England.
The Order of the Phoenix, the Ministry of Magic, and the Death Eaters also received the news.
Voldemort frowned slightly, wondering what Lucas was up to.
"Let your friends in Hogwarts find out what happened."
Soon, an envelope from Hogwarts was placed in front of Voldemort.
"Lucas Grindelwald received a letter from the outside world this morning, and then became restless. The specific content of the letter is still being investigated."
Voldemort closed his eyes and stroked his bald head with his fingers.
This is an action he makes subconsciously when he is lost in thought.
"Could it be that there is something wrong with the Saints? If that's the case, then it's a godsend opportunity, Lucius, let someone go investigate."
"As you wish, Master!"
Since Lucas's letter was sent, all forces were busy probing the news of the Saints.
Even Dumbledore talked to Lucas twice, subtly trying to pry some information, but Lucas always shook his head and said nothing.
But his brows that hadn't been relaxed for several days told everyone that Lucas had encountered unprecedented troubles.
…
Over the next few days, the transfers of members of the Saints became more and more frequent.
Many well-known Saints left England.
This seems to make people even more certain that there is a problem within the Saints.
During this time, Umbridge has not been idle.
In addition to trying to find out what happened to Lucas, she put more energy on targeting Harry.
…
Office of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Umbridge looked kindly at Marietta Edgecombe in front of her.
"Don't be nervous, child, your mother and I are very good friends."
"Her popularity in the Floo Network Administration is also very good, child, can you answer a few questions for me?"
Marietta nodded, then shook her head immediately.
The smile on Umbridge's face subsided slightly: "relax, drink some tea!"
Looking at the tea pushed in front of her, Marietta remembered what Harry had said.
Thinking that the tea in front of her might have been filled with veritaserum, she shook her head again.
Umbridge hadn't expected it.
The girl in front of her had a tight mouth, which was different from what she had learned.
Just when she was about to press her with a tough attitude, a green flame suddenly ignited in the fireplace.
"Go back first, I have something else to do."
Marietta ran out of the office as if fleeing for her life.
The flames of the fireplace reappeared, and an envelope with the Dark Mark appeared.
Umbridge didn't dare to neglect it, and stepped forward to catch the slowly falling envelope with both hands.
With the envelope being opened, the parchment inside was exposed.
There was only one sentence on it: "The Saints are confronting the German and French Ministry of Magic in front of Nurmengard."
Although it was only a short sentence, it explained the recent transfer of the Saints.
At the same time, this also reveals a message to the outside world that there may be a problem with that person in Nurmengard.
That's why Germany and France went there to guard the castle.
Probably because they didn't want the people inside to come out, and even hoped that the one inside would die right away.
Umbridge felt that she should be right about eight out of 10 guesses.
Burning the letter in her hand, she sat on the chair and thought about the task that her master entrusted to her.
Maybe this time will be a good opportunity.
"No, I have to go to see Lucas now. If Dumbledore gets ahead, the strategy won't work."
Umbridge slapped the desk down, got up and walked out of the office.
…
Slytherin common room.
Lucas' mood seemed to affect the other snakes as well.
The usual smiles and laughter seemed to have been lost in the common room.
Thanks to the inquisitorial squad's internal response, Umbridge successfully entered the common room.
"Professor Umbridge, please wait a moment, someone has already informed the Chief." Marci Flint said indifferently.
Umbridge was once a Slytherin too, so she could naturally notice the indifference in Marci's tone.
"I remember your name is Marci Flint, seventh year, if I'm not mistaken, you should be the chief of the seventh years, right?"
But Umbridge's warm tone got a cold response.
Without even looking at her again, Marci turned and walked to her seat and sat down.
Umbridge, who was humiliated, dared not speak out.
There is still Lucas, a quasi-legendary wizard, as the Chief of the House right now. So the students of Slytherin are indeed more confident than the other three Houses.
"Professor Umbridge, the Chief invites you in."
She followed Astoria to a separate room.
Seeing Astoria turn away, Umbridge knocked lightly on the door twice.
When she entered the room, she saw Lucas Grindelwald frowning slightly, flipping through a book.
"Mr Grindelwald, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time."
Lucas closed the book, drew out his wand and tapped on the table, and two steaming cups of tea appeared immediately.
"Is the professor here for something?"
"Cough, cough." Umbridge cleared her throat, "I just see that Mr Grindelwald seems to be a little troubled recently."
"It's nothing, just small things."
"Mr Grindelwald, don't rush to deny it. My family has some kinship with Germany. I heard something about Nurmengard recently."
Boom~!!
A huge pressure fell on Umbridge in an instant.
Although she was prepared, she was still nearly crushed into toad paste.
"Then what did the other person say, and what are your plans for coming today? If you don't make it clear, you probably won't be able to leave this room today."
Lucas' indifferent eyes made her feel cold all over.
She knew very well in her heart that the boy was not just talking. As a quasi-legendary level wizard, it is really not difficult to kill her without anyone noticing.
"Mr Grindelwald, I have a way to help you bring out the people from Nurmengad, but you must do me a favor!"
Umbridge struggled to get those words out.
As soon as the words fell, the pressure on her body disappeared without a trace.
"Get up and explain in detail."
Seeing Lucas' interested eyes, she breathed a sigh of relief.
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