HP: The Boy who Mastered Lightning Chapter 516: 516

"And the Schmidt family alliance is still unaware, thinking you are pushing for the split bill under their pressure, so how could I dare to betray you? Even if Andre is willing to let go if I betray the club, won't I have to fear the Schmidt family finding trouble with ?" Clent was utterly humble at this mont, making himself appear like a pitiful worm.

However, what he said struck the few people present like a bolt from the blue, and Andre was too astonished to speak. He never expected that these Silver Spears in the club, besides instigating infighting among civilian wizards, would also target those wizard families. No wonder when Peter took office, as soon as he introduced the Differentiation Act, he imdiately received support from many Wizengamot councilors. Andre had truly believed that those wizard families were behind Peter's actions. Even before today, he still thought that the Wizengamot councilors, led by the Schmidt family, were secretly colluding with the Silver Spears. He never expected such hidden circumstances.

At the sa ti, Alan finally understood why the Phoenix, responsible for managing the France branch, frequently appeared in Germany. This woman would suddenly appear at the previous monitoring points every so often, but she never showed herself in public. Presumably, she ca to Germany to manage these civilian groups in East Germany. Then, in Germany's split plan, the Phoenix must have played an important role. Perhaps this entire split plan was designed by her and Golden Knight together.

"That proves nothing." Alan still maintained a stern face, as if he had already concluded that Clent had betrayed the club. "Regarding the Schmidt family matter, you weren't a direct participant, so it's easy for you to clear your na, not to ntion Andre could promise to help you keep it a secret."

"No, Andre definitely won't let go." Clent swallowed, his heart filled with extre fear. "Did you forget? To help you establish yourself in the Ministry of Magic and win over those few directors. I once instigated the child of the Head of the Departnt of Magical Transportation to injure Andre's son, causing his son to limp. He still has difficulty moving now. You also used this relationship to create a rift between those two directors, which is why the Head of the Departnt of Magical Transportation was the first to join the club!"

"And the Head of the Departnt for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, when I swayed him, I also put in a lot of effort. It was I who lured him into embezzling public funds from his departnt to gamble on Quidditch. Have you forgotten all that? And this park, I built it from scratch, little by little. If Andre and the people from the Ministry of Magic knew about the good deeds I've done, how could they possibly let go? Even if I were dumber, I couldn't possibly side with them at this mont!"

线 fear of Golden Knight seed etched into Clent's soul, so when he felt Golden Knight's suspicion, he disregarded everything and spilled all the dirty work he had done for the club, trying to prove that he had absolutely no possibility of betraying them. He, Clent, could only die without a burial place if he left the club!

Upon hearing Clent's confession, Andre felt his entire body ignite with rage. Years ago, his son had a duel with the child of the Head of the Departnt of Magical Transportation over a trivial matter, and the other party accidentally severely injured his son. For so many years, Andre had held a grudge about this, which is why he had never given the Head of the Departnt of Magical Transportation a good look until now. He never expected there to be another hidden story behind it all—that it was all the Silver Spears' doing.

Thinking of this, the furious Andre was about to lash out, but he suddenly felt a powerful pressure on him. He turned his head and saw that Alan was stopping him. Interrupted by Alan, Andre had no choice but to temporarily suppress his anger. He also understood the importance of the bigger picture. The Clent in front of him had been scared silly by Alan, and they had to find a way to extract more information from him.

"Is that so?" After temporarily suppressing Andre's outburst, Alan composed himself and sneered, "Perhaps you truly have no need to betray the club, but according to the information I've received, the leak ca from you." At this point, Alan's face suddenly showed murderous intent, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Not to ntion the Vanishing Cabinet I found after entering the core hub of the park. As my most trusted subordinate, you possess such a thing, and I was completely unaware. How do you expect to trust you?"

"What? You recognized the Vanishing Cabinet?" Clent's old face suddenly turned pale when he heard that the other party knew about the Vanishing Cabinet.

Indeed, that pair of Vanishing Cabinets did not belong to the Silver Spears, and as a subordinate personally developed by Golden Knight, he had always been aware of the club's determination to open up long-distance smuggling routes. So he understood very well what the Vanishing Cabinet ant to the club. But concealing its existence also stemd from his small selfish desire. He was waiting to make a grand display of his abilities after officially joining the club. With such a powerful tool, he would surely be promoted to a higher position in a very short ti. But now, let alone that distant future, being caught red-handed by Golden Knight was not like being caught by parents secretly watching a film. Concealing such crucial information, if Golden Knight were ruthless, it was not impossible for him to be killed on the spot.

Only then did Clent understand why Golden Knight's attitude toward him had been so unfriendly after he sobered up, and why he kept making him recall past events. It turned out it wasn't to prove how loyal he was, but to make him understand how much he was trusted by the adult, yet such trust was t with concealnt and deception. From the beginning, he had misunderstood the adult's intentions. Perhaps the adult wanted him to reveal the matter of the Vanishing Cabinet himself, so there could be a reason to forgive him. But just now, from beginning to end, Clent had kept the matter of the Vanishing Cabinet hidden. Clent at this mont conjured a completely closed logical chain in his mind and even imagined Golden Knight's intentions, but this only made him more flustered.

"I'm sorry, master, I was wrong, master. I only recently received that pair of Vanishing Cabinets, and I absolutely did not intend to hide this from you. I was planning to find an opportunity to present that pair of Vanishing Cabinets to you!" Clent desperately tried to make ands.

"You're lying!" Facing Clent's plea, Alan sternly rebuked him. "From your eyes, I can see that you are still hiding sothing from . You are still seeking death now!"

Clent trembled all over, startled by Alan's angry roar. He had been trembling all along, but now he was shaking even more violently.

"I'll tell you, master, I'll tell you everything!" Cold sweat on Clent's face was dripping from his cheeks down his beard to the ground. He did indeed hide many secrets in his mind. After Golden Knight cast a protective spell on his brain and signed a confidentiality contract, he did not feel dissatisfied like other collaborators. Because the club's contract and magic did not differentiate between friend and foe, even their own people could not peek into his brain, so he used this trick to hide many secrets for himself, so even Golden Knight and other club mbers did not know. This was also a trick he had discovered himself, but he never expected Golden Knight to see through it today.

"I… I have a secret chamber in my residence. This is a secret chamber that only I know about," Clent said slowly, his voice trembling, word by word.

"What's hidden in there? Don't think you can lie to just because I can't peek into your brain. I can at least tell if you're lying or not!" Alan, playing Peter at this mont, had a calm expression, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Yes… yes, I would never dare to conceal it." Clent was so scared by the other party's gaze that he almost wet himself. "In that secret chamber, I've hidden… hidden so mories."

"mories?" Alan frowned upon hearing this. "Weren't your mories protected by secrecy magic? Can you extract them?"

"Yes… yes, oh no… no." Clent was already a bit incoherent. "I accidentally discovered that if mories are extracted quickly, newly ford mories are not imdiately covered by the secrecy magic."

"Oh? So, based on your discovery, how long is this period?" Alan felt as if he had discovered sothing incredible, and his expression imdiately turned teasing.

And his expression at this mont imdiately changed in Clent's eyes. "Master, I was wrong, I didn't do it on purpose, master."

"Stop talking nonsense, answer my question!" Alan roared sternly.

"Yes." Clent trembled again upon hearing this. "I found that generally, mories ford within six hours are still within the extractable range…"

"Then how many mories have you privately kept? And what kind of mories are they? Don't mind telling , do you?" Alan had actually guessed the content of these mories, but he still wanted to hear Clent say it himself.

"I… I…" Clent stamred for a long ti, but still didn't dare to continue. Finally, under Peter's cold gaze, he closed his eyes and roared tremblingly. "What I've kept private are the mories of eting you and other adults from the club over the past decade or so. I'm sorry, Master Peter, I just wanted to keep a nto, I had no other intentions, this is true, master!"

Clent at this mont did not look like an old man nearing seventy. Instead, he resembled a child who had made a mistake in front of his parents, actually crawling toward Alan with tears streaming down his face, and trying to pull at the other party's robe to beg for forgiveness, but Alan easily sidestepped him.