101. Gathering In Paris

"Yes, that's correct.

Is it only about MACUSA? Of course, it's more than that.

Why does the Magical Congress strictly prohibit Muggles and wizards from interacting?

To be honest, Aurelius now enjoys the educational happiness of wizards.

Even three hundred years later, those who lived through the Salem witch-killing incident are still alive.

But most wizards have forgotten this.

They don't understand the value of history because their history is too short, and their magic is mesmerizing enough.

But Aurelius does. He understands the wisdom in studying history and how it can provide valuable lessons for the present.

The books he collected included numerous history books that had been packed away and forgotten. This helped him gain a better understanding of the wizarding community.

"What should I do?" Queenie took a deep breath and asked.

"The Magical Congress has forbidden your love. If you want to be together, you must live without their interference," Aurelius said.

Queenie is a natural Legilimens, but she is not a natural Occlumens.

If Aurelius wanted to, he could easily access Queenie's thoughts. But he chooses not to.

It's not because he's superior; it's primarily because Queenie is skilled in Legilimency. While she can't block it entirely, she can detect it. This undoubtedly strengthens her resistance.

Even without Legilimency, Aurelius knows her well enough.

To put it bluntly, Queenie is driven by love.

In order to be with Jacob, she didn't hesitate to turn to Grindelwald. So she can't refuse her own invitation.

"Okay -" Queenie gritted her teeth and accepted.

"Welcome to join us, Queenie." Aurelius extended his hand. The woman he had been planning to recruit for nearly a year was finally on his side!

After officially gaining Queenie's allegiance, Aurelius was in a good mood.

Even though he could use Legilimency too, Queenie's beauty alone seems now dispensable.

But that's not the truth.

Aurelius is just a person, and he only has a few people around him. He feels that preserving the essence is not worth the effort.

However, as his influence continues to grow in the future, he will inevitably attract a mix of allies and enemies seeking refuge. There will be times when he can't maintain control, and that's where Queenie comes in, like his clone.

In fact, a natural Legilimens is perfect for being a spy or agent, but Queenie's thought process is truly dangerous. She needs to control it and not use it casually.

So Aurelius plans to assign her as his royal supervisor and an additional set of eyes and ears. Queenie arrived in Paris alone with nowhere to go, so Aurelius directed her to find a hiding place.

She came to Paris under the pretense of taking a vacation and putting on a show.

Aurelius couldn't bring himself to drive the girl away.

Taking her back to the villa wasn't an option, as Tina was there but wouldn't be able to stay for long.

If all goes well, those annoying wizards should disappear within three days at most.

Silently, Aurelius walked out of his room, as if he had never left.

Nagini prepared breakfast for everyone.

After the meal, Aurelius asked Nagini to prepare the evening meal.

Grindelwald will be visiting tonight.

"Do you two want to stay together tonight?" Aurelius looked at Newt and Tina.

Newt looked embarrassed, and Tina looked visibly colder.

"I have a suggestion. If you go out for a walk, you probably won't have to see Grindelwald either."

"No!"

"No?" Aurelius said indifferently. "Then just stay."

Aurelius didn't mind, as he had already kindly reminded them.

Of course, Nagini was also worried that if Tina couldn't control herself, their recently acquired villa would suffer.

Aurelius was preparing to entertain Grindelwald in the evening, but several forces had gathered in Paris.

The French Ministry of Magic, located at Place Furstenberg.

Travers, Theseus, and Leta arrived with dozens of Aurors.

The French Ministry of Magic Aurors were here to hand something over.

Cross-border law enforcement wasn't possible without reporting to the owner.

In fact, the French Ministry of Magic would have never agreed if it weren't for Travers' famous quote causing trouble for Grindelwald.

"Don't you have anyone from the Ministry of Magic here? An Auror to receive us?" Travers said dissatisfied.

Who was he? The esteemed Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic. At the very least, he should be at the same level as the Minister of Magic or the Director of the Auror Office.

Yet, he looked nothing more than an ordinary Auror, not even like a squad leader.

"Mr. Travers, I apologize. I had originally planned for Chief Kama to greet you, but he suddenly took leave yesterday, leaving us with a lot of unfinished work. The director is personally handling it. It was never our intention to neglect you," the Auror said bitterly.

"Oh? Is it because of the Alliance Party?" Travers suddenly became intrigued.

"I... I wouldn't know. Please follow me."

The hall of the French Ministry of Magic had a fashionable look, with constellation patterns painted on the vaulted ceiling and an overall Art Nouveau style. This was the modern touch that had been incorporated into the French Ministry of Magic since its establishment.

A beautiful French woman stood at the front desk as a group of people passed by. Theseus looked towards the back and noticed a somewhat familiar figure - it was a woman.

Galatea Merrythought had a nerve-wracking encounter with everyone from the Ministry of Magic.

Being new to this type of work, she still felt a little anxious.

"Thank God, Aberforth," Merrythought whispered with gratitude as she watched the group from the Ministry of Magic fade away at the end of the corridor. She felt a sense of relief wash over her.

Beside her stood a man who always seemed to have a cold demeanor - Aberforth Dumbledore.

In other words, Aurelius' thrifty father.

"I'm not sure why he asked me to bring you along, but I hope your professor didn't take a back route. We don't have much time," Aberforth said, leaning towards Merrythought and then pulling away.

Speaking forcefully, as was his usual style, he asked, "Where are we going?"

"161 Bath Barburn. Albus didn't tell me the location," Merrythought replied.

"He's always been mysterious like that!" Aberforth grumbled, unsatisfied. The two of them stepped into the elevator that led to the outside world.

Furstenberg Square served as the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic.

In the middle of the square stood four perfectly symmetrical trees, with a small bronze decorative statue at its center.

An elevator made entirely of tree branches and roots stopped, and Sunderland and Aberforth stepped out of it.

People bustled around them, but no one paid them any mind.

The Muggle-Repelling Charm, a spell that partially blocked the perception of ordinary people, was a formidable spell.

It was this spell that allowed wizards to remain hidden from ordinary people for so many years, despite being completely illogical.

"Well, may I ask, are you wizards? I want to know how to get to the hiding place. This is my first time in Paris."

Merrythought looked at the blond girl in front of me who felt pity for me and said apologetically, "Sorry, this is our first time in Paris."

"Is that so? Sorry, I'd better go to the Ministry of Magic and ask. I hope they can provide a map of Paris."

"Aberforth? Aberforth!" Merrythought went to call Aberforth but found that Aberforth's eyes were fixed on the witch who had just asked for directions, and she said with some displeasure, "Aberforth! Now is not the time to admire beautiful women."

"Don't you feel it?" Aberforth asked, frowning.

"What?"

"Forget it, it's nothing, maybe I'm overly sensitive." Aberforth shook his head, but the doubts in his heart did not dissipate.

That feeling of being seen through just now...

Under the elevator, Queenie patted her chest, feeling lingering fear.

Her ability is not very obedient, she will always passively read the memories of everyone around her.

Just now, she read some secrets.

"The Tomb of Père Lachaise..." Queenie remembered this place.

She didn't expect that she was just asking for directions, and by chance, she asked about Aurelius's father.

But she also learned a little secret, a prophecy.

"Aurelius, Aurelius..."

"Queenie, what's wrong?"

"Do you know about Tycho Dodonus' Predictions?"

Aurelius frowned and thought for a while. He knew there was such a prophecy, but he couldn't remember the content of the prophecy clearly, "Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

"I met a man named Aberforth Dumbledore, and I saw it from his memory."

"Who?" Aurelius was a little surprised.

"Aberforth Dumbledore, well - he seems to be..." Queenie didn't know what to say.

Aberforth and Aurelius were father and son, but they had never met.

"Okay, I understand what you mean. Tell me about the prophecy. You seem to know something."

"A son cruelly banished, Despair of the daughter, Return, great avenger, With wings from the water." Queenie recounted, "There is a conjecture circulating among many wizards. They believe that you may be the character in the prophecy."

"Credence, an orphan abandoned in New York. They found out that you are a survivor of a shipwreck, and... you are probably of the blood of the Lestrange family."