Hermione didn't know how to react.
This was far too much for a first-year to process.
It involved the greatest wizard of the age-and the most terrifying Dark Lord in history.
"You're not thinking about some world-domination plan, are you?" Morin laughed when he saw her frozen in place. "Relax. Things aren't as bad as you imagine."
Which means they'll be that bad later, Hermione thought instinctively.
"Mr. Grindelwald is very different from Voldemort," Morin continued. "Grindelwald acted for an ideal. Voldemort?" He pointed casually at the two figures facing off below. "For a ridiculous pure-blood theory. He isn't even pure-blood himself. A clown."
He paused.
"Of course, I won't deny that Grindelwald committed many crimes. I'm not defending him. If someone wants revenge, I won't stop them."
"But before that, I believe he can still work toward our shared goal."
"What goal?" Hermione finally managed to speak.
"If you've read the manual for the new wand I gave you-and actually practiced with it-you should already know," Morin said. "Yes. That."
"The new type of wand."
"And the system behind it."
"A new system..." Hermione's eyes widened as she realized something. "But that would cause-"
"Progress," Morin said calmly. "Someone always has to lead it."
He looked toward the pitch.
"I don't expect you to fully grasp it yet. So I'll explain."
"The contempt of pure-bloods for half-bloods. The stagnation of magic. Enormous power, deliberately hidden. And the disdain for ordinary people."
He glanced at her.
"You've felt it already, just from the word 'Muggle.'"
Hermione felt dizzy.
"What exactly is your plan?"
"Magic is a miracle," Morin said quietly. "Wizards are fortunate to possess it. And yet they hoard it."
"Wizards are still human."
"You come from the ordinary world. You understand technology. Have you ever wondered what would happen if magic and technology studied each other?"
"...And advanced together?"
Hermione was stunned.
She couldn't fully imagine the consequences. It was far beyond what a teenager could conceptualize.
But she understood one thing.
If it happened, it would shake the wizarding world.
No.
The entire planet.
And how could it not happen?
Dumbledore.
Grindelwald.
Each could fight a hundred enemies alone.
Together, they could flatten the wizarding world.
And both were using Morin's new wand.
Hermione had one too.
At first, she'd worried it might be difficult to use.
She was wrong.
It was more intuitive.
More efficient.
More powerful.
Less mana.
That alone was enough to drive people mad with desire.
And that was only the beginning.
The thick manual proved it.
Hermione had already memorized it.
And she still hadn't tested every function.
Compared to this wand, traditional wands were practically wooden sticks.
If even she had improved this much, what about Dumbledore?
Grindelwald?
They weren't just powerful.
They were leaders.
Raise a hand, and followers would come.
Light and dark.
Both sides.
Who could oppose that?
Hermione tried to imagine resistance.
Then abandoned the thought.
It was suicidal.
"Are you certain it will go as you say?" she asked.
"No," Morin admitted. "But I'll do my best."
"And I truly believe this benefits the world."
"A revolution."
"If it succeeds, human civilization will advance by a massive step."
He smiled faintly.
"Otherwise, why would Grindelwald and Dumbledore agree?"
"They're proud men. Top wizards."
"This transformation would happen eventually."
"We're just bringing it forward."
"Doing it ourselves."
"And leaving our names in history."
Hermione didn't fully understand.
But she was deeply moved.
"This won't happen overnight," Morin added. "It will be gradual."
"With our strength and influence, the difficulty is already very low."
"The first step is simple."
"Selling the new wands."
Hermione blinked.
Money?
Did Morin care about money?
Obviously not.
He cared about experience points.
Of course, he didn't say that.
At the beginning, Morin really just wanted to cause a little trouble, teach Defense, and sell wands.
Later...
Things escalated.
Unexpectedly.
Most of the blame lay with Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
After seeing the wand, Dumbledore asked a question.
Could the automatic mana-filling function be simplified?
Morin realized something.
Automatically drawing magic.
Releasing spells via arrays.
What did that mean?
It meant ordinary people could use magic.
Then Grindelwald spoke of his original dream.
Wizards shouldn't hide.
They should stand openly in the world.
They had power.
So why retreat?
At first, it sounded radical.
Then Morin connected everything.
In seconds, the plan solidified.
Reveal wizards.
Cooperate.
Integrate.
Merge magic and technology.
Accelerate civilization.
If they'd still been old men, maybe they'd have hesitated.
But after rejuvenation?
Ambition returned with youth.
This was the recklessness of three "young men."
Youth was the greatest capital.
Few restraints.
Little to lose.
Win, and it's a landslide.
Lose, and you start over.
Of course, the first step was still selling wands.
And small reforms.
Solve most resistance without violence.
Morin wasn't indecisive.
But he wasn't bloodthirsty either.
"You can join," Morin said. "This will take years."
"By then, you'll have grown."
"I-" Hermione started.
Morin raised a hand.
"There's a saying," he said. "Slightly modified."
"Forty years from now, will you regret not joining?"
He smiled.
"You don't need to answer now."
"But before that..."
He pointed toward the pitch.
"The duel is about to begin."
Dumbledore confirmed with both sides.
Then released a burst of purple fireworks.
The duel had begun.
"I've done many things," Grindelwald said loudly as he advanced. "Some right. Some wrong."
"At the time, I didn't know."
"But now?"
"I know this is right."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Quirrell stammered, on the verge of collapse.
"Oh, nothing," Grindelwald said lightly. "I wasn't speaking to you."
He flicked his wand.
Quirrell reacted instinctively.
"P-Protego!"
The Shield Charm flared.
Then-
Something unexpected happened.
What Grindelwald released wasn't a spell.
It was a stick.
Whistling through the air.
Quirrell wasn't fast enough.
He only saw the metal ring at the tip.
Then felt cold on his scalp.
Oh no.
The turban was gone.
"This wand is surprisingly useful," Grindelwald said calmly.
Especially for tricks.
His wand extended.
Longer.
Longer.
Over ten meters.
It had knocked the turban off.
He flicked the cloth aside with contempt.
"I was talking to you."
"Voldemort."
The name echoed.
Silence.
Students froze.
They barely dared say "You-Know-Who."
Now it was spoken aloud.
Then chaos.
Binoculars rose.
Faces were seen.
The face.
Grotesque.
Unmistakable.
Quirrell straightened.
Cold.
Realization struck.
Panic exploded.
Voldemort was here.
Less than two hundred meters away.
Screams.
Shouts.
Movement-
Then nothing.
Bodies froze.
Mouths wouldn't open.
The entire pitch fell silent.
"I apologize," Morin said, standing.
He floated up beside Dumbledore.
"But panic would be counterproductive."
"As a Defense professor, remember this."
"Stay calm."
"Only calm allows thought."
"For example..."
"Ask yourselves."
"Why aren't we surprised?"
They couldn't move.
But they could think.
Why indeed?
"We already knew Quirrell was possessed."
"The pitch is protected."
"This is just... therapy."
"Voldemort isn't scary."
"The exams are."
He paused.
"Alright, bad joke."
"Who cares?"
"Mr. Wardling."
"Mr. Voldemort."
"You may begin."
"I believe this duel will be legendary."
"Avada Kedavra!"
The Killing Curse flew.
Voldemort didn't hesitate.
Then he ran.
Toward the students.
With hostages nearby, staying to duel would be stupid.
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