67. Escort

MACUSA, it's still the same cell.

Abernathy opened the air vent on the iron door and looked at the rickety figure inside.

Grindelwald, having spent half a year in prison, looked miserable.

His long, messy white hair was disheveled, and his beard was long and untrimmed. He placed his hands flat on his thighs and looked up at the ceiling with his bloodshot eyes wide open.

The annoying mosquitoes provided his only entertainment with their buzzing sound.

The dark cell walls were illuminated by a flickering white light.

The bloodthirsty mosquito smelled the scent of human blood. It pounced on it without hesitation, but a scarlet barrier appeared and instantly melted the mosquito.

A limp mosquito wing fell to the ground.

But Grindelwald remained fixated on the ceiling, not even blinking.

His situation seemed worse than before.

Next to his feet, a small lizard-like creature with six legs was chained and wearing a mask. It crawled around weakly.

This creature, known as a Chupacabra or sheep-eating beast, was a dangerous and mysterious little creature.

As a magical animal, it had been caught consuming the lambs of shepherds. It was convicted of this crime and sentenced to three years in prison.

Why this little creature, who only stole a sheep, lived in Grindelwald's cell is another story.

Sensing movement, the little creature looked up at Abernathy, tilting its head. A hint of doubt seemed to flash in its large eyes.

Abernathy smiled at the creature outside the door, and its eyes filled with joy. Even the insect stumps it always hated popped out, and it swallowed them in one gulp - um. "No."

Got it!

"I think you will be glad to get rid of him," said Rudolf Spielman, walking alongside Ms. Picquery, the president of the Magical Congress, in the strict prison corridor.

Today, Rudolf was going to escort Grindelwald back to Europe from the Magical Congress. As the director of the International Magical Association's Prison Department, he would personally carry out the execution, emphasizing the importance attached to Grindelwald.

"I would be happier to keep him locked up here," replied Ms. Picquery.

Every day Grindelwald was imprisoned in the Magical Congress, it served as a reminder of the Congress's accomplishment. They had captured the most wanted criminal causing trouble in Europe, leaving the Ministries of Magic in dozens of countries helpless.

As for Newt's involvement?

That wasn't important.

Although, had it not been for Newt's surprise attack, these Aurors may have been defeated or even killed by Grindelwald. But what does that matter?

What's important is not the process, but the result, right?

Who captured Grindelwald? Magical Congress.Where is Grindelwald? Is he in the Magical Congress of Magnesium prison?

Sounds wonderful!

Rudolf said helplessly, "Six months is long enough, it's time for him to take responsibility for Europe's crimes."

"President Picquery, Mr. Spielman, the prisoners are under strict supervision and can be escorted at any time," Abernathy reported.

Picquery nodded, stepped forward with Rudolph, and opened the air window.

Rudolf couldn't help but praise, "I think you have used enough security measures."

"It's all necessary means," Picquery said, somewhat reluctantly. "This man was extremely powerful and the guards had to be replaced three times. He was so deceptive, so his tongue was removed -"

Cut his tongue?!

Rudolph frowned, feeling a little uneasy.

Just because he can confuse people, why would they cut off his tongue? Couldn't they have turned everything to stone instead? Or use a silencing curse? Or applied a transfiguration spell on his mouth?

Are they afraid that he will confuse people, or are they afraid of what he will say after being taken away?

Rudolph looked deeply at Picquery and did not ask any further questions.

It's none of his business, he just needs to take Grindelwald away safely.

"Grindelwald! Grindelwald!"

The prison was in an uproar!

As the embarrassed Grindelwald was restrained and escorted out by the Aurors in a twisted posture, countless prisoners shouted his name.

Fanaticism!

During the few months he was imprisoned here, even through word of mouth, Grindelwald won the enthusiastic support of everyone here.

Even though he has fallen to this level, he is still regarded as a high king and noble leader in the eyes of these prisoners.

Rudolf felt a chill, and he couldn't help but tighten his coat. It was June, but he felt the bitter cold of December.

Grindelwald...this man is so terrible!

"Magic groups all over the world owe you a huge favor, President Picquery." Standing at the top exit of the Magical Congress, there was a violent storm outside with lightning and thunder.

A prison car driven by eight Thestrals was ready to go.

Thestrals are strange Pegasus creatures that are as skinny as sticks, shaped like horses with giant dragon-like heads and huge bat wings on their sides. Because of their ferocious appearance, white eyeballs without pupils, and strange features, their true appearance can only be seen by witnessing death and was once regarded as an ominous sign.

An elite Auror who came with Rudolph was waiting with a flying broom in his hand.

They were about to escort the most dangerous dark wizard in the world. Even if he didn't have a wand and was bound by magic, they still didn't dare to be careless.

"...Don't underestimate him," Picqueri warned."Mr. Spielman," Abernathy approached from behind and handed the small suitcase to Rudolph, saying, "We found the wand he hid."

Picquery looked skeptically at him. "Abernathy?"

Abernathy hesitated briefly before extending his hand. "And this."

He revealed a small pendant resembling a miniature medicine bottle filled with red liquid. The intricate silver patterns appeared delicate, as if crafted by a fairy. No one knew the purpose of the red liquid, and no wizard dared to test it.

The pendant seemed to be well protected, implying that Grindelwald held it in high regard. It must be of great importance to him.

As the small bottle was handed to Rudolph, Grindelwald, inside the prison car, glanced at the roof, which had a smooth metal surface allowing him blurry glimpses of the outside world. He furrowed his brow, his intention unclear.

While Rudolph boarded the car with his belongings, a series of magical locks sealed every crevice in the door. None dared to be careless when facing Grindelwald.

Picqueri let out a sigh of relief. Only she knew the immense pressure she had endured during the short journey from the cell to this location.

Finally, it was over.

The two Aurors commanding the carriage flicked their whips, and the Thestrals flapped their wings.

With heavy rain imminent, significant events were about to transpire!