"Clean them all out?" Hearing such cold-blooded words from Thunderbird, Fwooper was startled. "These people have quite a background. Won't playing dirty with them cause trouble for the club? And is it really appropriate to directly confront the Pure Land Society? They are not just a simple criminal organization." Fwooper didn't have any burden about violence, but she was worried about the subsequent impact.
Fwooper's worries were not without reason. Whether it was the werewolves or the Death Eaters, they all had corresponding groups or families supporting them. Conflicts with them would definitely lead to a backlash. The Pure Land Society was essentially the Death Eaters of Northern Europe. These people were pure pure-blood supremacists, extremely hostile to Muggle-born wizards, but they were not entirely terrorists and even held some influence over the official authorities in Northern Europe.
The Silver Spears were currently facing such difficulties in Northern Europe mainly because the club harbored many half-blood and Muggle-born wizards, leading to ostracism from the Pure Land Society. This had created a rift, and whenever the club's activities were discovered, they were either threatened and intimidated, or a fight broke out. Against such a bully-like organization, the Silver Spears would only suffer from a prolonged entanglement; after all, the club had fewer numbers. The Pure Land Society always showed up in dozens, so the club had always adhered to a low-key approach. If they were to engage in a direct conflict now, putting everything else aside, the Silver Spears would never be able to operate in Northern Europe again.
"If I'm not afraid, what are you afraid of?" Thunderbird snorted. "Germany will be our territory in the future. Do they dare to seek revenge on us? Besides, I know my limits. Unless absolutely necessary, I won't easily do something so reckless."
"Alright," Fwooper considered the current predicament faced by the club, coupled with her former teacher's personality, and found it was not difficult to understand such a decision. "Then I will return to Northern Europe. You know my true identity; you can contact me directly by owl."
"Mm." Alan knew she was referring to her position at Durmstrang. Before taking the Elixir of Life, this was the advantage—her true identity wasn't particularly crucial, and the threat to other Spears was very low, making it relatively safe.
"Oh, right." Before Fwooper left, Alan called out to her, "How is Unicorn's young sister doing now? I plan to transfer her back to headquarters soon."
"Don't worry, her young sister is still under my control, and her condition is very good. I have no problem dealing with these children." Fwooper thought Thunderbird was asking if she could still control the other party, so she spoke with confidence.
"That's good. Unicorn will be of great use in the future. You must take good care of her young sister." After confirming that Aseria's young sister was fine, Alan felt relieved. "Alright, you may go. Remember what I told you."
"Yes!" Fwooper responded, then took out a Portkey and teleported away. After all, she was different from the other Spears; she didn't need to return to headquarters to exchange for the Elixir of Life.
Seeing all the Silver Spears had left, Alan tilted his head and glanced at No. 1 Park not far away, a mocking sneer appearing at the corner of his mouth, then he too vanished from the spot.
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"Master, how was it? After they found the breeding park empty, weren't their expressions wonderful? We all saw it when Deformation Lizard reported to you. That Golden Knight was so flustered he almost couldn't stand steady, hehehe!" Shalltear was squatting with Hog in the monitoring room, holding a large piece of meat and happily gnawing on it, while looking expectantly at the newly returned Alan.
"They all wore masks, how could master see their expressions, you idiot." Hog gave Shalltear a side glance, then looked at Alan. "Now that the club's main magical creature reserves are gone, they must be in disarray, right?"
"Indeed." Alan had already changed back into his own clothes and was sitting leisurely on a nearby chair. "The surprise attack on the park was even more effective than imagined. There are already signs of instability within the club. Next, what we need to do is add more fuel to the fire and make them completely fall into internal conflict."
"But these Silver Spears, especially those leaders, usually hide so deeply. Even if we provoke infighting among them, is there a way to make these guys actually fight?" Shalltear's concerns were not unfounded. These Spears might only appear for a few days a month, so opportunities to catch them were indeed rare.
"It doesn't matter. As long as the club keeps failing to replenish its supplies, their panic will naturally spread, and their flaws will slowly widen. On one hand, they will worry about becoming prey for others, and on the other hand, they will think about hunting others." Alan was not worried about this. Without the Elixir of Life, these guys were just a bunch of terminally ill patients who could only live for half a year. He could even just wait for them to die!
"Then what should we do next? I saw from the monitoring that you seemed to have actively taken on the task in Northern Europe. Does that mean you plan to start from there?" Hog and Shalltear had been watching the monitoring, and the entire meeting content had been under their noses.
"You could say that." Alan nodded with a sneer. "In the short term, I will be traveling frequently between Northern Europe and Germany. At that time, I will find a way to incite conflict between the local wizards of Northern Europe and the club. Not only will I completely mess up their transportation this time, but I will also ensure the club has no foothold in Northern Europe."
"Are you planning to direct another ambush like the one on the island of Ireland? But wouldn't that put you directly in danger? And you are the person in charge of this operation. If this transportation is messed up, will the club question you?" Hog looked at Alan with some hesitation.
"Yes, master, didn't you also want to take this opportunity to meet the Rune Serpent? If the club's operation suffers significant losses this time, will the Rune Serpent lose trust in you?" Shalltear had heard Golden Knight's promise to Alan during the previous Longspear Meeting.
"So we have to plan carefully. We need to completely derail this transfer operation, and also extract Thunderbird from it!" Alan clearly already had a plan in mind.
Hog and Shalltear exchanged confused glances. They couldn't understand how to sabotage the club's plan while keeping Thunderbird clear of suspicion.
Alan didn't explain much, but instead turned back to the study, took out some parchment, and wrote several letters. One was addressed to Newt. Since he was going to Northern Europe, he would naturally need to use the Vanishing Cabinet, so he would trouble Newt to send it back.
Next, Alan wrote a letter to Aseria. This time, he wanted her to return to the club as a Silver Spear to act as an inside informant. Of course, Alan had also thought of a plausible reason for her, saying that she was invited to help take care of the magical creatures he had, which meant she would be in charge of raising them. At the same time, he also sent a letter to the Black Dragon in North America, following the method Thunderbird told him, asking him to gather those magical creatures and be ready for transportation at any time.
The last letter was written to Karkaroff, who was also a professor at Durmstrang. Over the years, Alan had maintained contact with him. At the same time, Karkaroff had always collected materials for him, and Alan had not treated him badly, providing Karkaroff with a lot of funds for his development in the local area. With Alan's funding and Karkaroff's own cunning, his position at Durmstrang grew higher and higher, and he had now become the deputy headmaster of the school.
But Karkaroff was good in everything except his extreme timidity. Since many British Death Eaters had also fled there, he was so cowardly that he dared not wander outside the school casually, fearing revenge from these people. Alan had previously asked him to find a way to cultivate some subordinates in Northern Europe and buy a piece of land in the wizard gathering area to prepare for opening a branch in the future, but Karkaroff had not been able to do it until now, which also made Alan frustrated.
After writing these letters, Alan sent them out one by one, then took out the specially treated German map. On this map, the locations of the trackers could be identified. During the previous gathering, Alan had taken the opportunity to contact Golden Knight, and had also secretly inserted a soft-needle tracker on his clothes. Now he planned to keep a close eye on this guy to see what he was really up to.
However, after he determined the location of the tracker, Alan frowned. "What's going on? This guy is at the Ministry of Magic now? And it seems to completely overlap with Peter's location?"
"So Peter is indeed Golden Knight, right? But why, when Golden Knight appeared, was the mask he wore not the one on Peter? Why does he hide two Silver Spear masks? Does he have another identity in the club?"
"And it still can't be explained how Golden Knight managed to appear in different places at the same time. The different masks worn should mean that this is not the effect of a Time-Turner, because if the two Golden Knights appearing were the same person, and one of them was from the future, then the mask I tracked earlier should also show up on him."
"But the current situation is that when Golden Knight appeared, he didn't have the mask I was tracking; that mask was still on Peter. In other words, he has another set of Silver Spear clothing, but when one Golden Knight appears, he puts on that attire and acts as Golden Knight."
"Golden Knight, Golden Knight, the mysteries surrounding you are truly growing more and more, but I will definitely find your weakness!" Alan looked at the map in front of him, his eyes becoming increasingly determined.