Newt nodded knowingly. He understood all too well what kind of people the American wizards were—except for Tina.
Arrogant, conceited, almost all negative adjectives seemed inadequate to describe them.
"Are there any other news?" Harry asked again, "You know, apart from Voldemort—we only know he's wreaking havoc in the United States and can only stand by watching him complete his evil plan helplessly—anything except that?"
"There's really nothing else, Harry." Dumbledore looked somewhat regretful: "You know, apart from Voldemort, everything else doesn't really count as news."
"What about the Horcrux?" Harry asked again, "Like the Gringotts vault?"
Newt suddenly said, "Right, Dumbledore, I think if Voldemort were to choose a vault to store his Horcrux, there's a very high probability he would choose the Lestrange family—if I remember correctly, you once told me that the daughter-in-law of the Lestrange family, who is from the Black family, Bellatrix Lestrange, is a staunch supporter of Voldemort."
"The Lestrange family?" Dumbledore frowned, "But as far as I know, everyone from the Lestrange family is in Azkaban... Also, without a token, we can't enter the Lestrange family vault, and I don't think Bellatrix Lestrange would hand us the key to the vault."
"Additionally, the folks at Gringotts wouldn't agree to us entering the vault without a token, it's a matter of Gringotts' principles and credibility, without which no one will store money there in the future." Dumbledore added.
"I have an idea!" Pabi suddenly said.
"What's the idea?" Harry asked with interest.
"Why not disguise as Bellatrix Lestrange?" Pabi suggested, "Like getting her hair and using Polyjuice Potion..."
"That's a good idea, but how can we get the Lestrange family token?" Newt asked with his head lowered.
Harry cleared his throat and said, "I suggest using a more practical small spell, like the Soul-snatching Curse..."
Everyone turned to look at Harry.
Soul-snatching Curse?
Well, you're kind of extreme.
But the idea isn't unworkable, at least theoretically.
"Let me do it." Vivi volunteered, "I'll infiltrate Azkaban to obtain the Lestrange family token and disguise as Bellatrix Lestrange..."
You do it?
Dumbledore, who was quite sleepy, suddenly became alert.
My dear mentee, you mustn't go to Azkaban...
"No need, I have it covered." He said with a chuckle, "I still suggest Miss Grindelwald stay here and wait for me to retrieve Bellatrix's hair, don't you agree?"
"I have no opinion." Vivi nodded and said.
"But, I've heard that Bellatrix Lestrange is a notorious madwoman." Newt hesitantly asked, "I don't think Miss Grindelwald can imitate her appearance..."
"That's not necessarily true." Vivi said with a light laugh, "If we don't try, how will we know if we can imitate her look?"
The plan was thus set, as no one objected.
The birthday party was lively, at least that's what Harry thought; but Pabi seemed not very happy as Vivi smeared cake all over her face.
After the party ended, Harry didn't return to the Dursley family, instead, he stayed at the Broken Cauldron Bar.
As promised, Dumbledore went to get Bellatrix's family token.
The environment at Broken Cauldron Bar wasn't great, but it was spacious enough, everyone there knew Harry and greeted him with nods when they saw him.
Harry enjoyed his days there, since he had already told the Dursley family he wouldn't be returning for the rest of the holiday, he planned to stay at the Broken Cauldron Bar.
After all, at the Broken Cauldron Bar, he could freely use magic without worrying about the Ministry of Magic catching him in the act, unlike at the Dursley family.
Not that he feared the Ministry of Magic, he just found it troublesome.
In his free time, Harry went to Borgin and Burkes to look at rare items, or to good places not easily found by ordinary wizards, to buy things that can't be purchased elsewhere.
He searched for a long time but didn't find any Sweet Mallow leaves, so he gave up.
But soon it will be September, which is the harvest time for Sweet Mallow, so there's no rush.
Now, Harry crouched in front of the Quidditch Supply Store, staring at an astonishingly beautiful broom.
The perimeter of the shop was crowded with wizards of all kinds, all marveling at this broom. After all, it was too beautiful, seemingly representing the crowning jewel of craftsmanship in the wizarding world.
"Just released... sample broom..." a square-jawed wizard explained to his companion.
"This is the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Dad?" a boy younger than Harry asked his father in a high-pitched voice, the boy clinging and swinging on his father's arm.
"The Ireland international team just ordered seven of these gorgeous brooms!" The shopkeeper announced to everyone, "This product is the darling of the World Cup!"
Harry noticed the description next to the broom, murmuring as he read, "This caliber of Firebolt broom represents the highest level of craftsmanship, its handle is finely crafted from white ash wood, streamlined and exquisite, treated with a diamond-hard gloss, and has hand-carved registered numbers. The product's tail twigs are each carefully selected to ensure streamlined perfection, making this product unrivaled in balance and precision. The Firebolt accelerates to 150 miles per hour within ten seconds, and its charm brake device is captivating beyond measure. Price negotiable."
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