Ivan: Is This Another Imagination From That Bastard?

As Ivan was thinking, a system prompt suddenly sounded in his head.

[Ding! New mission generated!]

Ivan paused for a moment, then opened the mission list to check.

[Mission Objective: Dominate the Wizarding World

Task Progress: 2%

Task Reward: Legendary Points*5

Task description: After stabilizing Britain's power, you can't wait to look further.

In order to extend your influence to every corner of the globe, you treacherously freed Grindelwald from his declining years and allowed him to do as he pleased in the wizarding world — the rising smoke over the continent would be your best asset for promotion!

Remarks: You don't think the International Confederation of Wizards will be able to handle this problem, and it won't be long before they come back begging for your help…"

Ivan's mouth twitched at the new assignment.

Was this another one of that bastard's fantasies?

Connor? And the Aurors of the International Confederation of Wizards?

Not likely…

Yvonne thought for a moment, then focused her gaze on Pierce, her expression hostile.

Piers cringed under Ivan's scrutiny, wondering if he had done something wrong, but he could not think of anything, and could only secretly attribute it to Ivan Hals's temperamental temper…

Ivan resisted the urge to switch ministers and snapped, "Farrell, the Vice President of the North American Magical Congress, has been caught… by Grindelwald!"

Taken aback by the suddenness of the news, Pearce asked uncertainly, "When did this happen?"

"Just two days ago…" Ivan paused and looked at Pierce with displeasure. "Didn't the Ministry hear about something this big?"

Pierce smiled sheepishly. He had only been in charge of the British Ministry of Magic for a few months, and he had stolen it in what amounted to a coup d'etat. He had a lot of shit on his hands, and the entire intelligence community needed to be cleaned up. He was in no mood to deal with riots in North America.

"No wonder they came to England in such a hurry…" Pierce muttered.

However, it surprised Pierce that Ivan was able to get hold of the information so quickly. Could he have planted people in North America?

Ivan made no attempt to explain. He could not very well claim that he had obtained this information from Connor's head.

Given this, Ivan changed the subject. "What do you know about this Farrell fellow? Grindelwald would never do anything pointless, and if he chose to attack the Congress Building in his worst condition, just to get him, then he must be very important!"

"Farrell?" Piers muttered, the name familiar to him. "If I'm not mistaken, Mr. Vice Chairman was one of the heroes of the Wizarding War more than fifty years ago!"

"Is that so?" Ivan rubbed his chin, then had an idea and said, "So he's Grindelwald's enemy?"

"Of course!" Pierce nodded, wondering why Yvonne was asking. It was obvious.

After receiving confirmation from Pierce, Ivan's expression suddenly turned ugly. After a long while, he said solemnly,

"I'm afraid we have to face Gellert Grindelwald in his prime!"

… .

At the same time, somewhere in central Northern Europe, Farrell, who had been unconscious for a long time, was gradually awakened by a strange noise. He opened his eyes in confusion and looked around, only to find himself in an old-fashioned house.

It looked as if it had been abandoned for a long time. The stone walls were pitted, the white wallpaper was peeling, and there was a hole in the roof through which the afternoon sun was shining…

However, Farrell could not feel any warmth at all, as he was tied to a circular pillar and his limbs were so weak that he could barely move.

It would not be an exaggeration to describe him as a prisoner to be slaughtered…

Farrel was further chilled by the sight of a large cauldron, large enough to seat an adult, sitting in the wide living room in front of him.

The pot was now filled with some sort of murky liquid, which was bubbling and emitting faint blue sparks.

Farrell swallowed hard. At the age of one hundred, he had no fear of death, but as a wizard who had spent his early years working against the Dark, he was well aware that some Dark wizards were more dangerous than death itself!

Crack…

Suddenly, there was the sound of a door being pushed open from behind. Farrell quickly lowered his head and closed his eyes, pretending to be unconscious.

A witch in her twenties approached the cauldron and began pouring potion ingredients into the boiling liquid. Wisps of white steam rose from the cauldron.

Farrell watched her every move, trying to work out who she was.

Grindelwald had just escaped and planned an attack on him, so he should not have had the time to develop followers.

Therefore, it is likely that the witch in front of him was deceived by Grindelwald, or was simply coerced into performing some dark ritual.

With that in mind, Farrell wondered if he should take advantage of Grindelwald's absence to talk to him, as it might be his chance to escape… better than being tied up and left to die.

'Have you got everything you need, Alison?'

Just as Farrell was about to speak, a voice echoed through the room, causing him to shiver and sweat to run down his back. It was Grindelwald!

He had almost been exposed! Farrell was frightened, but he could not contain his curiosity. He opened his eyes slightly and looked in the direction of the voice.

Gellert Grindelwald was pulling off a silvery-grey, liquid-like cloak, and his transparent body was once again visible. He hurried towards the cauldron, followed by a middle-aged man of about fifty.

What concerned Farrell was that the man's eyes were lifeless and he seemed to be in a trance, as if he had been bewitched.

And judging from his experience, this was not a wizard, but… a No-Maj!

(PS: No-Majs are Muggles (ordinary people who cannot cast spells), although they are called different places.)