"Oh, really?" Moro pretended not to hear, smiling cheerfully, "Vid, I’m waiting for the day you truly beco one of us... I feel it won’t be too far off..."
"Antoine!"
Soone suddenly burst into the room, drenched in blood, with a large chunk of his cloak charred, holding another piece of the Mother Mirror in his palm.
"This just ended... Mr. Grindelwald just led us to break into the mansion of a Muggle tycoon! You really should have been there to see it! That guy built a basent comparable to a palace, imprisoning hundreds of... Oh!"
He abruptly noticed Vid, especially that face clearly yet to mature, and imdiately swallowed the rest of his words, almost biting his tongue.
"This... this is..."
"Mr. Grindelwald’s captive and guest." Moro said, taking the Mother Mirror from his hand and waving him away, "Alright, leave this thing to ! Go get treatnt quickly."
"Captive? Guest?"
The wizard, full of questions, was ushered out by Moro, limping away.
...
Order of Phoenix, eting room.
"Bang!"
The door was almost slamd open, and a tall figure hurried in, evidently uninjured but with a face strangely pale.
"Dumbledore!"
Kingsley Shacklebolt, usually a calm and composed Auror, now had eyes filled with unmistakable shock.
Dumbledore quickly stood and approached him, asking, "Kingsley, what happened?"
"Any news of Vid?" Lupin hurriedly asked.
"No." Kingsley shook his head, swallowed hard, and looked at everyone, saying, "But... that person has moved... Grindelwald..."
Everyone’s expression changed.
"The Ministry of Magic received the latest news—" Kingsley continued, "That person attacked five Muggle places within a day, leaving the Witch Pure Party mark with fireworks in the sky. And... and... at each location, they found... found..."
"Found what?" Sirius impatiently asked, "Did you suddenly beco tongue-tied?"
Kingsley recalled the scene, montarily at a loss for what words to use.
He pulled out a stack of black-and-white photos from his pocket, pushed them forward, saying, "See for yourselves..."
...
Despite the Weasley family’s tight finances, the Weasleys were not the type to scrimp and save; on the contrary, they were adept at using limited money to add as much joy to life as possible.
Thus, in the cramped sitting room, they managed to make space for the currently popular Flow Mirror of the Magic World.
After dinner, Mr. Weasley was still working overti and hadn’t returned. Harry, Michael, and several Weasley children had already gathered on the carpet in front of the Flow Mirror, while Mrs. Weasley sat on the sofa at the back, knitting while watching "TV."
Recently, they were airing a drama about aliens and supernatural phenona, filled with Muggle wonder and realistic special effects, enough to captivate everyone.
Although Michael and the others were still worried about Vid, when the tense and mysterious the song began, the two squeezed into the crowd and sat down.
On screen, the protagonist had just caught the alien antagonist off guard when the mirror suddenly flickered and beca blurry.
"Strange, is it broken?"
Fred and George were eager to start repairing it, but the picture abruptly returned.
"What is this?" Ginny asked in surprise.
Everyone looked up, only to see that the aliens and the lead characters had disappeared, replaced by a large group of black-clad wizards who encircled a building like mournful birds, with one holding a magic wand high as blue flas exploded.
Mrs. Weasley’s face suddenly turned pale!
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