This is where it starts to get interesting again and the war remains an investigation for Albus Dumbledore
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Chapter X – The Village
The village of Grindelwald was dank and revolting like the man himself. The feeling it gave Albus was similar to how Knockturn Alley made him feel; out of place and withdrawn. Albus met up with Caradoc in Gibraltar, a month after Ida gave Albus the information. They travelled together on broomsticks across the Mediterranean, stopping on the island of Corsica to rest for a day before flying on again.
Albus and Caradoc were receiving stifling stares from the residents of Grindelwald, most of whom were old and impoverished, dressed in rags that used to be muggle clothes. The overcast sky, frozen over the misty village made the place feel shockingly melancholy. "Still, it's a nice view of the Alps", Caradoc said, lightening Albus' mood, still walking with a limp from the torture he went through.
They entered a local pub, hoping to get some answers from the locals. They approached the bar and sat down, Caradoc acting sheepishly on the stool as the bartender gave them odd looks. "Do you speak English, sir"? Albus asked the bartender. "Of course I do", the bartender said, incredulously, "you're in Switzerland, not France". "Yes, well", Albus said, "this may sound an odd question but, are there any overtly strange Grindelwald citizens that left here a while ago"? "There are a lot of strange citizens in Grindelwald", the bartender said, "anyway, what'll be"? "I'll have a butterbeer", Caradoc said, the bartender staring at him even more bewildered than before. "This is a muggle pub, Caradoc", Albus whispered. "Oh right", Caradoc said, "in that case, I'll have a shot of fire whiskey. Make it a double". "Uh… coming right up", the bartender said, uncomfortably
"This is going to be harder than I thought", Albus sighed, turning around to face the Grindelwald locals. Then he spotted the man he'd first suspected was the cause of all this horror. "Peter Fleischer", Albus yelled, shooting up off his seat, pointing his finger at the bushy haired old man wearing a massive overcoat sitting at a table near the door, a pint of stout in front of him. Fleischer jumped in his chair and proceeded to run out the door, knocking his table over in the process, sending the stout onto an unsuspecting old lady. Albus followed him with a fairly strong run despite his limp.
With Caradoc following Albus out the door, the chase was on. Down back alleys and up the main roads, they followed Fleischer non-stop for fifteen minutes, until finally a dead end for Fleischer. Albus and Caradoc were alone in an alley with Fleischer whose gaze was suddenly furiously fixed on the pair of British wizards. A crooked wand dropped from Fleischer's right sleeve. "Avada Kedavra", Fleischer yelled, pointing his wand at Albus letting a jet of piercing green light zoom from his wands angry tip. Albus narrowly dodged that deathly blast, Caradoc instantly replying with a stupefying charm. "Assero", Fleicher shouted, flicking his wand in a circular motion, making a pink magical shield appear in front of him, blocking Caradoc's charm. Then, Fleischer heard another spell come from right behind him. Albus had apparated on Fleischer's rear and sent a marvellously executed impediment curse through Fleischer's body, freezing him.
Caradoc's whistling was like a birdsong. A glorious white owl swooped down to greet them on the windowsill of the room they had just checked into at the inn. "Ok, Hermes, take this to the Torch in Mersch", Caradoc said to the eager bird, "that's in Luxembourg, Hermes, remember"? Hermes twitched his beaked and let out a light but sharp squawk in reply. Caradoc fed his messenger, attached the parchment to his talon and sent him on his way.
Caradoc turned to see Albus staring beady eyed through half-moon glasses at the menacing man they had apprehended. Albus turned and said, "So, what is a Torch"? "It's a way for the ministries to communicate across Europe", Caradoc said, "I've been forwarding messages through that Torch in Mersch and one in Lyon". Then, they both stared at Fleischer for a few moments until finally Albus said, "so, what do we do with you, Mr Fleischer"?
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