I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Aiken had no impression of the fifth-grader with the weird logo. After all, Nurmengard was so big, and there were thousands of students from all over the world.

I don't have any impression of it, which means that the other party has no sense of existence at ordinary times, and it is probably one of those mixed-race wizards who are not good enough.

He clearly remembers the talented, pure-blooded, and hemp wizards, after all, those are the people he wants to win or suppress. The fact that the person in front of him has no impression of himself does not mean that there is a problem with his memory, it only means that the other party has no value worthy of attention.

Aiken frowned and glanced at the dirt on the fifth grader's arm, and petted his pet cat, raccoon, impatiently.

On the other side, after Terrell approached and negotiated with the man, he turned back and made an OK gesture to Aiken.

The Nurmengard fifth-grader looked a little gloomy, and half of his face was hidden in his hood, so he couldn't see his true face.

Before he could take two steps, another footstep sounded outside.

Aiken turned his head impatiently and saw a boy in a Hogwarts uniform.

The Nurmengard fifth-year student stopped, the pale face in the hood revealed a little doubt.

"Ernie McMillan? What is he doing here?" Shawn muttered to himself.

That's right, this Nurmengard fifth-grader is exactly what he pretended to be, and the target was naturally Fabien Aiken.

The purple props drawn before: Nymphadora Tonks' mask still has a lot of time left to use, and Sean disguised as a fifth-grader in Nurmengard who is usually ignored.

This dude is in confinement because of a mistake in potions class. Aiken wants to make trouble afterwards, and the other party has a perfect alibi.

As for the Dark Mark, that was also Sean's little thought.

However, what he didn't expect was that he actually met a classmate from his school, Ernie McMillan.

The other party was in the same grade as himself, a student of Hufflepuff, and he was usually a good guy to get along with.

What Sean didn't expect was that the first person to speak was Fabian Aiken, and he clearly knew Ernie.

"Ernie McMillan, what a coincidence..." Aiken gave a friendly smile.

Ernie didn't seem to know this Nurmengard seventh-grader, and he wondered, "Have we met before?"

"No, but I know you," Aiken continued. "One of the most orthodox pure-blood families, the MacMillans, no one in the wizarding world doesn't know about it, right?"

The other party's words made Ernie raise his head proudly. Although he is not the kind of extreme bloodist, he has always been very proud of his bloodline and family.

"Oh, thanks, what's your name?"

"Fabien Aiken, from France."

"The Aiken family..." Ernie's eyelids drooped a little when he heard the other party's surname. It seemed that the other party's family's reputation was not very good.

Still, Ernie stretched out his hand and shook hands in goodwill.

Sean, who had not moved the whole time, had a slightly strange expression on his face. This Fabian Aiken had done a lot of preparation work. He probably knew the students of the pure-blood family in several schools well.

Aiken shook hands with the other party and smiled casually: "I remember that one of your ancestors married a certain Mr. Black?"

"Oh, that was a long time ago, how did you know?"

"I heard that the Aiken family and the Black family have always had a good relationship..."

"Really? However, in the past ten years, our family has not been in contact with each other very much—"

Aiken looked familiar, and he seemed chatty and kind: "Oh, oh, oh, Ernie—may I call you that? I must say, as one of the noble purebloods, our inner They all have the same noble blood, in this day and age, shouldn't we communicate more?"

Ernie showed an embarrassed expression. He was indeed proud of his bloodline, but he also had no prejudice against wizards of other bloodlines, such as Muggle-born Justin Finchley, who was his good friend. The Eagle House next door Sean also has a good relationship with him.

Being friends with a pure-blood wizard isn't a bad thing, but Ernie was always a little confused by what Aiken said.

One of the reasons their family had less and less contact with the Black family was that the Black family was too aggressive, a pure-blood family with strong prejudice.

Aiken had obviously investigated Ernie, he smiled without hesitation, and hugged each other's shoulders intimately: "Don't worry, my friend, it's just a acquaintance, I always have feelings for an excellent wizard like you. Appreciate."

He didn't mind the attitude of the other party. McMillan in front of him was only in the second year. He was confident that he could influence and change the other party and make him a solid comrade-in-arms - a noble and pure pure-blood wizard.

Aiken was about to say more words to Ernie when he saw Sean motionless.

"This classmate—" His meaning was obvious, why don't you hurry up and get out of here after receiving the money?

Sean didn't say much, and quickly left the flower greenhouse.

On the way to the castle, he thought about what he had just heard.

Are the Aikens in France linked to the Blacks in England?

Sean still remembered the Malfoys and Lestrange he had met in Diagon Alley. He had been thinking at the time, whether the other party still became a Death Eater?

If the Death Eater team has not changed, then the French Society for the Protection of Wizards' Rights and Interests is even more noteworthy. There may be old acquaintances behind that organization...

However, just now Aiken saw the black demon mark that he had specially put on, and the other party did not behave strangely...

must be considered...

When he thought about it, Sean had already returned to Nurmengard Castle. He walked quickly to the end of the corridor on the second floor, and in front of him was the prefect's bathroom.

There was a sign under construction in front of the bathroom. Of course, Sean put it up when the Nurmengard students were in class in the morning, so that there would be no other unrelated people in the bathroom.

Although the probability of someone coming to take a shower during the day is very small, it is still necessary to be just in case.

Sean put away the sign and slipped into the prefect's bathroom.

In the Flower Greenhouse, Aiken talks with Ernie for a while. Ernie didn't seem to want to have a deep conversation with him, and after a few words, he picked a flower and left quickly.

Looking at the figure of the other party leaving, Terrell, who has been standing beside him, said, "It seems that the little guy doesn't trust you very much."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter," Aiken said indifferently. "The McMillan family is different from the Weasley family. They are still proud of their bloodline. The Weasleys have completely forgotten about the glory."

"The most important thing is that Ernie McMillan is the only child of their family, a little guy in the second grade. His character and his three views have not been completely finalized. As long as he works hard, he will return to the right path sooner or later. Come up - when Ernie is a little older, I can introduce the women of the pure blood family around me to him, so after twenty or thirty years, won't the McMillan family be our friends again?"

Aiken turned his head to look at the bright flowers in the greenhouse. One of the buds slanted and hung down, almost sticking to a small grass emerging from the soil next to him.

Aiken didn't stretch out his hand, just stretched out his wand, and the flower bud slowly lifted away from the grass, and then slowly bloomed.

"You see, a flower is always a flower, it won't become those vulgar, lowly weeds, if the flower has a little accident when it grows, it only needs a little help, then it will return to the normal path Come up."

"And the weeds..." Aiken narrowed his eyes, waved his wand, the grass was uprooted and disappeared into the flames, "Just clean it up..."

After doing all this, Aiken looked at his valet with great satisfaction: "Look, it's very simple, isn't it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the piece of soil that had just been plucked from the grass exploded!

With a "bang", the soil and fertilizer exploded violently, and the foul-smelling dragon dung and sticky soil adhered to the surface of the flower, and sprayed all over Fabian Aiken's body.

His meticulous hairstyle, well-groomed uniform, and smiling face were all covered with all kinds of filth, with a strong smell unique to big shit.

"...Who...Who!" Aiken, who has a cleanliness addiction, even twisted his face. He wanted to reach out and pat those dirty things off, but he was afraid of contaminating more.

Aiken froze in place, his hands trembled slightly, and his originally handsome face had turned blue and purple.

Terrell was startled, and the Iron Armor Curse was instantly activated, but the explosion was too fast, and the Iron Armor Curse did not block much dirt for Aiken.

He looked down and checked: "It seems to be a provocative dung ball. This thing is neither a spell nor lethal, so your magic item does not respond."

Aiken's words were almost squeezed out of his teeth: "That! Then you! Don't hurry up—get me—clean it up!"

"It's just a little dragon dung and dirt..." Terrell muttered and waved his wand, and the dirt on Aiken was taken away by the spell and became clean again.

Feeling the dirt on his body disappear, Aiken's face softened slightly, but he always felt that the stench still lingered on his body, and the smell of dragon dung seemed to permeate his clothes and skin.

"Which bastard..." He gritted his teeth, completely losing the grace he had just now.

I can't have this clothes... I can't have any accessories either... I can't even have it!

Aiken walked towards the castle with a livid face.

"Hey, don't you appreciate flowers?"

"Fucking flowers!" He exclaimed, without turning his head.

Terrell quickly chased after him: "The cleaning effect is very good..."

"Shut up! Go to the dormitory and get a whole new set of clothes, I'm going to take a shower, and then, the fifth grader just now, check all his information for me! Also, go find someone and ask me clearly, those Hogwarts bastard, where have you been this morning!"

"I... I have to..." Aiken seemed to want to say something cruel, but the more he opened his mouth, the more he felt that the stench was going straight into his mouth, and the cruel words were finally suppressed.

Even walking on the road, he felt that other people's eyes were looking at him wrong.

Aiken, who became increasingly sensitive, stepped up to the prefect's bathroom on the second floor. He just stepped into the door with his right foot and turned around and said, "After you finish getting your clothes, keep it here for me, and don't let other people in!"

"No one comes to take a shower during the day..."

"Terell!"

"Okay, I see." Terrell felt that Aiken was overthinking things, but the other party was his employer after all, so he finally agreed obediently.

Aiken approached the bathroom with a livid face and quickly took off all his clothes. He also took off all the magic bracelets and amulets, and was about to write home and ask his father to buy him a new set.

As for his pet cat, raccoon, Aiken wasn't going to ask for it either. The little guy was covered in dragon dung like himself, and he threw it on the ground when he left long ago.

In the end, all he had left was a gemstone necklace around his neck, and he quickly jumped into the pool.

After frantically rubbing his skin, putting on half the bottle of magic shower gel, and turning on all the water-changing taps to wait for the water in the pool to be changed again, Aiken's expression finally eased.

He sank half of his body into the water and let out a sigh of relief.

It was only now that he felt that the stench on his body had disappeared.

"You bastard, you'd better pray that you won't be found by me. Otherwise, I will definitely leave you a lesson that you will never forget."

Aiken, who was half lying by the pool, still looked ugly. He was already thinking about which **** did such a thing to him.

"The fifth grader is very suspicious, and the Weasley twins that I beat up, and the Mudblood Sean Wallop is also possible..." He kept thinking about the suspects.

On the side of the bathroom sink, the air seemed to fluctuate slightly, but in the dense room, Aiken didn't notice anything wrong at all, and he was already thinking about future protection strategies.

"It's not enough to use magic tools to deal with spells..." He touched the gemstone necklace hanging around his neck. It was a tool that his father hired an alchemist to create.

This necklace can protect most of the malicious spells, and there are a lot of times. If necessary, the necklace can also inspire a super strong armor spell according to the owner's wishes.

"Not enough... I still need that kind of props that can protect against non-magic in the future, **** it! This necklace is more expensive than those mudbloods' living expenses for a few years, and it can't even stop a big shit!" Aiken squeezed the necklace dissatisfiedly.

Of course, he won't take off this necklace. Although the big **** is disgusting, it will never be fatal, but the hypnotic spell, disarming spell, imperius and so on from the hidden place are not necessarily.

"Is the water temperature too high? Why is it a little dizzy..." Aiken shook his head, feeling weak and weak all over.

He tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't control his limbs - to be precise, he had lost control of his body.

Imperius? ! No way, I'm wearing a necklace!

Fabian Aiken fell into a panic, because he saw that on the other side of the pool, the air twisted to reveal a strange figure.