(Wiltshire, Grindelwald estate.)
A dozen members of the Alliance came to the hall, waiting for Lucas to return.
With Vinda Rosier standing at the forefront.
She stared intently at the portrait of Gellert Grindelwald on the wall.
"Aunt Vinda, what the hell happened?"
Along with Lucas' voice, a void rift appeared in the hall.
"Master!"
Seeing everyone bowing to him Lucas nodded indifferently, then looked at Vinda beside him.
"Two hours ago, people from the German Ministry of Magic went to Nurmengard, claiming to take over the castle."
"Abernathy received the news and led people to rush there immediately, but was attacked by an Auror on the way, Abernathy was seriously injured, and some members were arrested."
Lucas sat in the main seat and listened quietly to the report.
Even after hearing the news of Abernathy's serious injury, there was not the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.
"Then what?"
"Our supporters arrived, and the Aurors were defeated and retreated. Nurmengard Castle is safe and sound, and it is still under our control."
"That's good then. The letter says someone betrayed Abernathy. Who?"
Vinda clapped her hands and Pyne Carrow walked in with an old man.
"Master Lucas."
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Pyne."
Lucas greeted the visitor.
Then he looked at the old man in Pyne's hand.
"Bill Hicks!"
When he heard Lucas call out his name, Bill looked at him tremblingly: "Lucas, they threatened my family, and I was confused..."
"Lucas, please give me another chance for your father's sake."
Lucas squatted in front of Bill, looked at his old face and said.
"Uncle Hicks, I remember you were among those who followed my father in 1943, right? You have suffered a lot in the past few decades."
Looking at his gentle expression, Hicks let out a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to speak.
He felt a wand pointing to his forehead.
"So, please take a good rest, Avada Kedavra!"
The full-level Killing Curse erupted with a dazzling green light.
When the people in the hall came back to their senses, they saw that Bill Hicks' eyes were empty, and his skin instantly turned gray and white.
The Acolytes in the hall shuddered subconsciously.
Their eyes turned to Lucas and the 11-year-old young master looked indifferent.
It seemed that to him, using the Unforgivable Curse to kill someone was just a trivial matter.
"Carry the body down and bury it properly."
As soon as Lucas turned around, he saw Vinda's worried face.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
"But your trace..."
"It's okay, someone will take care of it for me."
Going back to his seat, he looked at Pyne Carrow standing aside.
Lucas asked, "Anything else?"
"Master, we have inquired about some news. It is said that people from the German Ministry of Magic will come to England in a while, and the target may be you."
"Do you know the time?"
"It hasn't been confirmed yet, but if you follow the regular interview process, you need to wait until Halloween at the least."
Lucas raised his right hand and stroked his chin and after a while, a smile appeared on his face.
"Don't stop them, just let them come, but before that, I will give them a big gift."
Lucas took another look at Pyne Carrow.
"You don't want to go back, stay in England, Aunt Vinda will take you to meet someone later, and he will arrange your next job."
Pyne nodded happily.
Then Lucas waited until everyone walked out of the room with only himself and Vinda remaining in the hall.
"Aunt Vinda, how is the preparation over there?"
"Don't worry, someone has already brought your coordinates back with the portkey, and it should be ready by now."
Lucas closed his eyes immediately after hearing this.
The spiritual power went deep into the void, and soon found his own space mark.
"found it."
He took Vinda's hand, and the two of them stepped into the void in front of them and disappeared.
At the same time, the Ministry of Magic's Department of Misuse of Magic office welcomes a rare visitor.
When this person left the place, all records of Lucas' trace had disappeared.
...
Fargo Magic Hospital, Austria.
Lucas shows up beside the hospital bed with Vinda.
Upon seeing Abernathy's pale face, Lucas couldn't help but blame himself.
"Hey, it's none of your fault Lucas, it's my own carelessness."
"Nonsense, if I hadn't asked you to stay, you wouldn't have been injured so badly."
Hearing this, Abernathy chuckled a little.
Looking into Lucas' red eyes, he teased.
"No way, does our Master Lucas want to cry like a child?"
Lucas turned his head: "Stop talking nonsense, I won't."
After a moment of silence, he said again: "Uncle Abernathy, I will avenge you."
"Well, I believe in you, don't worry, my old bones can still hold on, I'm still waiting for Gellert and you to lead us to true freedom."
The two chatted for a short time until Abernathy fell asleep.
Seeing the other party lying on the hospital bed still frowning tightly.
Lucas said softly: "Aunt Vinda, when Uncle Abernathy's injury recovers, he will be taken to England, and more staff will be arranged at my father's place."
She nodded and followed Lucas out of the ward.
...
The basement of Nurmengard Castle.
Several captured Aurors are being held here.
Lucas entered the basement wearing a black robe.
His appearance was covered by a wide hood, and others could only see his delicate chin.
"Bastard, scum, you magical thugs, kill me if you have the ability."
"Let go of me, you villains."
Several Aurors were brought before Lucas.
Seeing his presence at this time, the curses of the Aurors became even harsher.
But before they could say a few more words, they saw a delicate palm protruding from the robe.
"Imperio!"
(T/N: the next chapter will be beautiful, you will get to see more of MC's Dark Lord side)
(TL: For those who are looking for something to read check the fanfic "Vengeance A Harry Potter Story" from STEVIOL_GLY, it's a bit of a crossover with AoT with Eren Yaeger as the MC in the wizarding world so expect it to be bloody)