NABC Chapter 95 Julia's Ambition
Chapter 95 Julia's Ambition
Chapter 95 Julia's Ambition
The video call was connected.
The old man's image appeared on the screen.
Julia greeted him politely, "Sir, I apologize for bothering you."
She noticed that the old man's background seemed to be deliberately concealed.
Perhaps the old man was unwilling to reveal his family situation. She had seen people like him before who concealed their family circumstances and did not want their family background to be exposed to outsiders, so it was understandable.
"Miss Julia, I thought about your message carefully after receiving it. It is true that my friend lives in the Great Lakes region, but his specific address is protected by the Fidelity Charm, so I'm sorry, I cannot tell you his address without his permission."
The old man on the screen had a furrowed brow, clearly worried, but unwilling to betray his friend's trust by revealing his address to others.
Julia never expected that she would be able to use the Fidelity Charm to protect the home of a random old wizard's friend.
The naive young man didn't consider other possibilities; he simply felt that this old wizard must be someone of great importance. "It's alright," he said.
"Sir, I understand, I understand. Could you give me a general location so I can narrow down the search area?"
The old man, who identified himself as Percival Gellert, frowned and finally reluctantly gave a broad location: "West of Huron."
"Thank you so much, sir. I'll let you know as soon as I find out what's going on." Julia was overjoyed to receive an address, and excitedly ended the call, Apparating to head there.
While Apparition allows wizards to reach another area extremely quickly, it still has certain distance limitations and cannot traverse distances indefinitely. Even wizards like Voldemort could not cross the distance of a country in a single Apparition.
For Julia to reach the western side of Huron with her magical abilities, she would need to use Apparition multiple times.
On the other end of the communicator, the old man turned off the screen, frowned, and stared into the distance. In his magically enhanced vision, he could clearly "see" a strange aura in the sky on the western side of Lake Huron.
That aura was unlike the magic of different elemental attributes. In the magical perspective, that aura had no color; one could only perceive the voids there. The voids were distributed very unevenly, like a twisted centipede crawling in the sky.
But after he withdrew his magic and spells, he could no longer sense that strange aura.
This situation had never occurred in his more than 100-year career.
After thinking for a moment, he found the Nurmengard group on his communicator, sent what he had discovered to the person on the other side of the communication area, and asked if the person on the other side of the communication area had ever seen a similar situation.
The old man had a fleeting thought that the person on the other end of the line might not have just gotten the communicator yet. He realized that the person on the other end might not know how to use it yet.
"It will take some time for that little girl to reach the west side of Lake Huron." He hasn't replied to me yet! I'd better go check it out first." He vanished in a flash.
After traversing the maximum distance she could currently apparate several times, Julia sat down, panting, on a mountaintop.
He pulled the Chocolate Frog out of his pocket, tore open the packaging, and before the frog could even struggle, he bit off its head.
The chocolate frog straightened its legs in an instant. After a brief moment of stiffness, it convulsed violently once more.
Julia viciously chewed on the chocolate frog, turning the act of replenishing her energy through eating into a way to vent her emotions.
After cruelly murdering five or six chocolate frogs, her hunger returned, and her clever mind once again took over. "Strange," she thought, "after graduating from Iphamony, I worked for a while at the Magical Congress, where my job was to do wizard population statistics—"
"But I remember there weren't any long-term wizarding families living on the west side of Huron among the Great Lakes!"
"Could it be that I'm getting old and my memory is declining?"
The witch, in her early twenties, anxiously grabbed a handful of her hair, especially since she was now experiencing hair loss and could find one or two broken strands on her pillow every morning. "I wonder what kind of person that old gentleman's friend is." She lay back on the mountaintop, resting and replenishing her energy, watching the eagles circling in the mountain space.
Imagine yourself as that eagle, free and unrestrained, doing whatever you want, and having the ability to do it.
However, she consistently failed the Auror exams administered by the Magic Council.
She failed Potions and Transfiguration, barely passed Charms, and only Herbalism, which she had always excelled at, earned her a high score in the assessment.
"How on earth did those people learn so many transfigurations and potions?" the witch wondered.
"Forget it, never mind. If I can figure out the truth about this massacre, I'll definitely be admitted despite not meeting the requirements!"
Julia regained her spirits.
In this world, everyone has their own demands, everyone has their own thoughts, and everyone has certain motives for doing things. The reason she investigated this massacre so thoroughly was not only because of her own sense of justice, but also because she hoped to use this incident to break into the Auror team.
She took out a magic map, determined her current location, and estimated the distance. She realized that she would need two more Apparitions to reach the west side of Huron.
However, the western side of Huron is a very wide area, and the entire western shoreline is enough for her to perform several more Phantom Movements.
"I must solve the mystery, seek justice for those who died innocently, and join the ranks of the Aurors. Come on, you can do it, it's just Wilkinson," Julia encouraged herself.
Huron, the second largest of the Great Lakes, is bordered by Superior to the west. Along its western shoreline, industries reliant on natural resources, such as fishing, logging, and tourism, are abundant.
There are already many ordinary people living and multiplying in this area, so there are basically no wizard settlements. The only ones that exist are scenic houses built by a few wizards in the vicinity.
"I don't recall there being any wizard settlements here—?"
"Perhaps it was a group of wizarding families traveling together, only to be caught red-handed by the massacrers?"
Unsure of the truth, she went around asking the wizarding families she knew who lived in the neighborhood.
The Magic Congress.
Office of the Minister of Security.
Benjamin Wilkinson slammed his pen into the wooden table. "You mean someone just came to report that while he was investigating, he saw Julia running alone to the Great Lakes, looking for the site of the massacre!"
"Listen, yes, yes, yes. He did see Miss Julia. She looks just like her—" Facing the Minister of Security, who was about to go berserk, the wizard who came to deliver the news dared not say anything definitive, for fear of being struck by lightning in the next second.
"Send someone to bring her back! This is outrageous!"