You're the Best Friend!

Looking at the little witch in front of her, Ivan was moved beyond words.

Luna had undoubtedly found a way to break the Resurrection Stone, and that was to use Legilimency to seal away the memories that were bothering her.

Ivan, however, also knew that this would not be easy.

Luna would have to forget everything about her mother in order to fool the Resurrection Stone. These were memories that the young witch cherished above all others, and it must have been unpleasant to actively ignore them…

"Thank you, thank you, Luna! You're the best friend I've ever had!" Yvonne exclaimed as she gave Luna a big hug.

Perhaps she didn't think this was enough to show her gratitude, because after a moment's thought, Ivan let go of Luna's arm and pulled his wand out of his belt.

"Wind!" Ivan whispered, waving his wand.

At the same time, a gentle wind began to blow, carrying with it a great amount of magic, towards the grassy bank of the lake.

The tender green leaves quickly changed shape and grew under the influence of the magical wind. Beautiful blue and purple flowers emerged from the soil and decorated the lakeside into a beautiful sea of flowers…

Specks of fluorescence flickered among the flowers, floating slowly into the air, carried by the magical wind. Although there was not a single Vanishing Tree or dancing Vanishing Fairy, Luna was completely absorbed in the view.

Neither of them spoke for a long time as they stared at the beautiful sea of flowers.

"Thank you, it's beautiful!" Luna exclaimed, turning to Ivan.

"I should be the one thanking you," Ivan replied, shaking his head in amusement as he removed the Resurrection Stone from around his neck.

Luna took the crystal and asked curiously, "Is there anyone you'd like to see?"

"Yes! The former Vice President of the Magical Congress of North America—Farrell! I need to question him about Grindelwald," Ivan said solemnly.

The young witch nodded and whispered Farey's name, turning the Resurrection Stone three times.

However, to their surprise, nothing happened…

Could they have been wrong? Ivan wondered, but dismissed the idea, as the Resurrection Stone did not create the usual illusion of magic to fool them.

It is also possible that there is not enough information, and that one name is not enough to call out to Farley's soul.

With that in mind, Ivan grabbed Luna's other hand and used the magical imprint's communication function to send her the memories of the images and information she had obtained from Connor.

A moment later, the Resurrection Stone finally reacted. It slowly detached itself from Luna's hand and floated in the air. An inexplicable force surged out from it in all directions.

Ivan felt himself being ripped out of the space he had been in, away from the sea of flowers by the lake.

It was pitch-black and there was nothing to see, and the silence was eerie, so Ivan could only confirm the presence of a second person by holding Luna's hand.

Fortunately, a faint light soon lit up in front of them. Ivan quickly turned his gaze over and saw that the faint light was coming from an illusory figure.

And this figure was the one he wanted to see — the former Vice President of the Magical Congress of North America, Farrell!

"Where am I?" The old wizard in his ghost form opened his eyes in confusion, as if he were a critically ill patient who had just come out of a coma.

"How do you do, Mr. Farey?" Ivan said, his lips curling into a smile. "We're Special Aurors from the International Confederation of Wizards. We've called you here because we have something important to discuss with you."

"The National League's special Aurors? You?" Farey looked at Ivan and then at Luna, feeling very puzzled. In his opinion, the two people in front of him were only sixteen or seventeen years old, and might not even have graduated from school. When did the National League's special Aurors have such low standards?

"Isn't the fact that we can temporarily bring your soul back from the abyss of death the best proof of that? Just pretend that we have mastered a special kind of magic and have been commissioned by the International Confederation of Wizards," Ivan explained rather helplessly.

He had guessed that Farey would be suspicious of his age, which was why he did not say that he was now the President of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Farey's face fell at Ivan's words. He looked at his own illusory form and realised he was dead. Grindelwald had burned him to ashes…

"Well, what do you want to know?" Farey sighed, accepting his death and recognising Yvonne and her brother.

"Can you tell me what the afterlife is like, Mr. Farey?" Luna suddenly asked curiously.

"The world after death…" Farey muttered to himself, looking lost. "I don't know. My memories stop at the moment before I die… first the pain of being burned by fire, as if my soul had collapsed, and then eternal peace, as if I were born again…"

"I see," Luna murmured. "But Daddy says that when you die, you go to another interesting world and live happily ever after…"

Ivan interrupted. "Mr. Farey, we'd like to know how Grindelwald got his youth back, and if he was making Horcruxes."

It's interesting to listen to the feedback of the dead on the afterlife, but it's obviously more important to get down to business.

"Ah, yes, a Horcrux!" Farey was stunned for a moment, then quickly recalled what he had seen before he died and exclaimed, "I saw Grindelwald kill himself and then revive! He brutally killed a Muggle and threw the Horcrux he had made into a cauldron, accompanied by a witch named Alison, who was responsible for the resurrection, using…"

"The bones of the father, the flesh of the servant, the blood of the enemy?" Ivan repeated the rest of the sentence.

Farley was more or less surprised, and gave Ivan a long look. "Well, it seems you've found out quite a bit since my death."