Chapter 300: The Real Multitasking, The Devil Awakens!
The notebook contained not so much spells as secret witchcraft techniques similar to Occlumency and Legilimency. There was no need to use a wand, but rather exercises in controlling one's own brain.
The most basic requirement is to be proficient in brain occlusion and have a certain control and understanding of the brain and mind.
Tom could pass this up directly. He was now considered a master of Occlumency, at least not worse than Snape, so he would have no problem hiding it from Voldemort and Dumbledore.
The second step is to disperse your mental energy.
It's not about splitting, but about dividing the spiritual power into strands like hair, so that it can be stored and sealed later. The training method is to do two or even three things at once.
Tom originally thought that this step would be easy for him. After all, he often allocated part of his mental energy to the learning space and acted normally outside.
Ravenclaw set up two chessboards and played chess with Tom for training, but after a while she took the initiative to stop.
"Tom, you're not doing this right."
Seeing the boy's puzzled look, Ravenclaw explained, "You're not multitasking now, but relying on your powerful reaction speed to quickly shift your attention. It may seem like the effect is the same, but the essence is different.
"What I need you to do is to think about two chess games in your mind at the same time, instead of thinking about this side for a second and thinking about the other side for a second."
Tom tried it as Ravenclaw said, but he was completely dizzy and had no idea what he was thinking. He made a lot of moves and in less than three minutes, both sides lost. Ravenclaw only lost three flags.
"Take your time." The woman chuckled softly, "Once you get started, the rest will be easy."
Tom rubbed his brow and asked, "How long did you use it?"
"Me?" Ravenclaw thought for a moment and shook his head. "I really didn't pay attention. There were so many questions in my mind at the time. I wanted to solve every one of them. Gradually... it became an instinct."
"You're amazing." Tom smiled helplessly. "Let's practice another day. I have to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow. I'm leaving now."
Tom's body gradually faded away, and before disappearing, he glanced at the system panel.
[Ravenclaw recognition: 16]
Only sixteen?
Women's hearts are like the sea, and I don't know if I can draw out a related talent once the recognition level reaches 25.
Tom felt that Ravenclaw's most valuable talent was not in magic, but in her brain.
The next day, most of the young wizards left the lounge at around eight or nine o'clock, and the lower grade students went to the auditorium for dinner. Some students who wanted to go to Gede endured it and walked towards the school gate.
The reason is simple. If you're full at school, how can you have room for snacks in Hogsmeade?
"Astoria, you have to be good. I'll bring you snacks."
Daphne said in a very elder sister style, and patted her little head. Astoria resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "Sister, have fun. Don't think about me."
"Don't worry." Daphne patted her barren chest and said, "I have made sufficient plans and can definitely be a good guide for Tom."
Astoria gave an awkward yet polite smile.
Tom has secretly taken me there countless times, and I, his younger sister, have already adjusted him. Sister, just have fun with peace of mind.
Hanging at the back of the crowd, Tom led Daphne to the door. Filch checked the students' names and the names on the list one by one, vowing not to let go of any little wizard who wanted to take advantage of the situation.
This time, Harry didn't have to sneak around like in the original book and rely on the invisibility cloak to get out. He had (ahdh) Sirius as his godfather, and his signature was just as effective. He happily walked out of the school gate with Ronald and Neville.
When it was Tom's turn, Filch, who had a serious face and looked at everyone like a prisoner, immediately smiled.
"Mr. Riddle, I saw your name. You can just leave."
"OK, thanks.
Tom nodded and walked out of the school gate with Daphne safely. Filch had been very polite to him ever since he saved Mrs. Norris last year, probably to thank him for his help and for catching the murderer.
But what Tom didn't know was that the reason Filch was so nice to him was because Tom's attitude didn't change after he knew his Squib identity.
Actually...this is normal. After all, except for some acquaintances, Tom has the same attitude towards everyone else and there is no room for change.
After walking for a while, Daphne felt a little bored, so Tom had to quietly use Apparition to take her directly to the town of Hogsmeade.
The town at this time is very different from usual. Every household hangs pumpkin lanterns, and the signs at the store doors are replaced with various ghosts. Magic is also cast, and white mist floats out of the ghosts' open mouths from time to time. The festive atmosphere is immediately created.
In addition to normal customers, there are many more ghosts in the town of Hogsmeade - according to incomplete statistics, there are about two hundred ghosts in the whole of Britain, scattered all over the country, but they will hold a gathering every Halloween.
"Look, it's the Headless Horseman," Daphne said, pointing to a group of headless ghosts that just floated by. "Their songs are the worst I've ever heard, but I don't know why ghosts like them."
"This is called inhuman aesthetics. It's abnormal if you like it."
"Hehe, that makes sense. Let's go buy some candy first." Holding Tom's arm, Inverness pulled him to Honeydukes Candy Store.
The owner of the store was all smiles, and together with the staff, he quickly entertained the little wizard.
Whenever Hogwarts has an open day, the shops are busiest.
This year the contrast is particularly obvious, because there are usually two Dementors stationed in the village.
After hearing this news, many people dare not come to Hogsmeade, which makes a group of shop owners very angry.
They protested to the Ministry of Magic many times, but the news they received was that they would evacuate after the two fugitives were caught.
Today is different. Several deans have also arrived in Hogsmeade. They have temporarily driven away the Dementors in order to provide students with a comfortable environment.
"Mr. Riddle!"
The busy shop owner Ambrosio Frum accidentally looked up and greeted Tom warmly when he saw him. He handed the work at hand to the clerk and squeezed through the crowd to come to Tom's side.
Tom reached out and shook his hand. "Mr. Froome, I'm just here to hang out. You can just go about your business.
"That won't do. I've been waiting for you. The special candies I prepared for you are already packed." Ambrosio Frum invited Tom and Daphne to the workshop behind the shop.
Sure enough, there was a big bag of candies here, all of which were special varieties not displayed outside.
Daphne - brought out for tasting, while Tom and Froome chatted about business.
Frum sighed, "Thanks to you for developing new sales channels, otherwise this year would have been even worse. Those Dementors are truly terrible."
It was understandable that Froome was polite to Tom. After the success of the twins, Tom had extended the model to Hogsmeade. Many shops were now selling goods through "Chat with Me". In addition to advertising fees, Tom would charge a 10% commission for every item sold online.
Although the profits were divided, the merchants could accept it. In the past, their sales locations could only be in stores, but now their customer base has expanded a lot. It is much more convenient than the owl delivery method.
Tom asked Froome about his experience and suggestions for improvement, then took Tian Funi to the next store.
Basically, after he entered, he was treated the same as in a candy store. The owners were very enthusiastic and gave him small gifts and discounts.
The most important suggestion he collected during this period was to improve payment methods.
The biggest problem with card payments at present is that, except for anonymous stored-value cards, cards can only be used by the vault owner, and their customers include many students and housewives who cannot swipe cards and have to pay with gold coins, which adds an extra step.
Tom also wrote this problem down and went back to find a solution.
The morning passed quickly. After buying a few stamps from the last owl post office, Tom sent Daphne back to school and brought Hermione to Hogsmeade again.
Hermione had no interest in candy, so the two of them went straight to the town's bookstore and read for a long time before buying cat food and snacks for Crookshanks.
Ever since Crookshanks followed Hermione, he had been eating and drinking well every day. His originally fat body had almost become a ball. It was difficult for the little witch to hold him. Tom thought that holding him in his arms was like hugging a water ball, which was also quite fun.
When the two arrived at Madam Puddifoot's Tea House, the waitress was stunned.
She was deeply impressed by Tom. There weren't many wizards who looked so good. And his female companion was also a very cute little witch who had just been there that morning.
So you came again in the afternoon?
Changed someone else?
The waitress looked at Tom as if he were a scumbag. If it weren't for her professional ethics, she would have wanted to secretly tell Hermione.
Fortunately, she has this quality, otherwise not only will it not have any impact on Tom, but she will also lose her job. Tom doesn't like people gossiping about his private life.
He is an orphan and has lacked love since childhood, so is there anything wrong with him having several girlfriends?
Not at all!
Arriving at this holy place for little wizards to date, Hermione became unusually quiet, and her temperament became much softer.
You know, Hermione is usually very impetuous and has a bit of a tomboyish vibe, but she is still affected by the ambiguous atmosphere around her.
As they drank drinks and chatted about a myriad of topics, smiles never left their faces.
After most of the students had left, they followed the group back to Hogwarts. As night fell, the pumpkin lanterns in the hall were already floating, and it looked like the dinner would begin soon.
Tom and Hermione parted ways and quickly flew to an area where they could Apparate.
Nurmengard, Grindelwald paced back and forth in the small room in a somewhat restless manner.
Even though they had been imprisoned for decades, they became impatient after deciding to escape.
If Tom hadn't said to wait until he recovered to his best condition before leaving, he would have probably taken action already. Although he is in a very weak state now, it is still no problem for him to blow up a few mountains and ten towers.
The cold wind was howling, and Tom suddenly appeared on the high mountain opposite Nurmengard. Looking at the top of the tower, he could only vaguely see the dim candlelight.
Grindelwald's body trembled as he submitted his achievement points and accumulated points to the system.
The contract he had signed earlier appeared in his mind, and Tom's name appeared below his signature. Golden light exploded, and the contract turned into a light spot that traveled throughout his body, bringing life and resuscitation.
The devil who has been sleeping for fifty years has awakened!
Chapter 301: To Freedom! Old Deng, Are You Still Laughing?
Just like Ravenclaw said, even legendary wizards are not out of the realm of human beings, and birth, aging, sickness and death are just common things.
In history, there were even great wizards at the level of the King of the Century who died from dragon pox and the Black Death.
Grindelwald's body seemed intact in the past, but in fact, both his mind and body were already riddled with scars. He suffered from long-term lack of nutrition, lack of timely treatment for his illness, and mental oppression caused by the claustrophobic environment.
If it were an ordinary person, he might be imprisoned for a few years, and after a few years, he would become too depressed to commit suicide.
The fact that he could hold on for fifty years was a testament to his strong will.
Under the influence of the system's power, everything is changing and everything is reversing.
His body was like a long-dry farmland welcoming the rain, his soul was like a dead tree that came back to life, and even his thoughts began to become active. [Ten emotions called ambitions grew deep in his heart.
However, this emotion is not the result of the system's great power, but an instinctive reaction when the body and soul are restored to youth.
Grindelwald closed his eyes, with the corners of his mouth curled up, enjoying the pleasure of recovery. This pleasure lasted for nearly five minutes before it came to an abrupt end and disappeared abruptly.
He was very familiar with his current physical condition. It was the state when he was in his forties, when his magic system had been fully developed and he had officially begun to realize great benefits.
For Muggles, forty-something is past the peak or the end of the golden age, but for wizards, it is just right.
Grindelwald suddenly laughed, "Hahaha..."
"Hahaha!"
"Hahahahahahaha!"
The laughter became more and more cheerful and louder, floating out of the window and echoing among the mountains.
The Squib guard downstairs was enjoying a Halloween dinner alone. He looked up after hearing Grindelwald's laughter, wondering what the crazy person on the rooftop was doing [This was the first time in many years that this had happened.
Out of responsibility, he put down his knife and fork and went upstairs.
Shiloh had been sent here as a guard since he was twenty-five, and he was now fifty-five. Thirty years had allowed him to forget that Grindelwald was the most dangerous wizard in the world.
He was even a little bit looking forward to it, because before this, there had been no communication between the two of them.
Will today be the first time in thirty years?
Next second.
boom---!
The blue flames surged down from the upstairs like a tide. Under Shiloh's shocked gaze, the flames bypassed the area near him and continued to rush downstairs.
"Even if you're a Squib, you can still be considered a member of the wizarding world. Don't worry, I won't take your life at will."
A magnetic and charming voice came from upstairs. The sea of fire surrounding Shiloh made way for a passage, and a middle-aged man in a black windbreaker and with white hair flying up into the sky walked over with a smile on his face.
"You, who are you?" Shiloh asked in panic.
"You've been delivering meals to me for thirty years, and yet you still don't recognize my face?"
Shiloh's eyes widened in shock, and he stammered, "You, you are Grindelwald?!"
"You don't need to send me dinner tonight. Just keep it for yourself."
When their eyes met, Shiloh felt dizzy and passed out. In the last second before he lost consciousness, he saw Grindelwald walking past him.
The next moment, Li Huo completely acted on instinct and exploded in all directions.
On the cliff, Tom admired this rare beauty.
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The blue flames were like a blooming blue enchantress, particularly conspicuous under the dark night sky. The tower of Nurmengard, which had stood for nearly a hundred years, crumbled bit by bit under the powerful impact.
No wonder people say that things show their most beautiful side at the moment of destruction. Now Tom feels that this statement makes a lot of sense.
The rose withered, the tower fell, and finally the petals turned into a vortex of fire, destroying the defenses outside Nurmengard. Finally, it gathered into a huge fireball that fell to the ground and turned into a small flame in Grindelwald's hand, which was eventually extinguished by him.
Grindelwald smiled.
I just tried my hand at releasing fire without a wand, and I wanted to see if I still have some of the same grace I once had.
Now he was sure.
Eleven points, or even twelve points.
In other words, he was stronger than before.
This was only natural. With Andros, who was even more powerful than him, by his side, the two of them shared experiences and communicated without reservation, and with the blessing of the meditation room, it would be unreasonable for him not to become stronger.
Of course, the 'he' being compared here does not include the blessing of the Elder Wand.
Only a user like him knew how much that wand could improve a wizard.
"Still no match for you...Albus.
Grindelwald shook his head in disappointment, then looked towards the cliff where Tom was. The two looked at each other from a distance. Grindelwald smiled and flipped his palm. A goblet filled with wine appeared in his hand, which he raised as a gesture.
"To Tom Riddle."
With the help of Eagle Eye, Tom saw his mouth shape clearly and also produced a glass of wine with a smile.
"Respect, freedom."
The two men raised their heads and drank it all in one gulp. Another gust of wind blew, and Tom's figure disappeared with the wind into the night sky.
Grindelwald turned back to look at the ruins of Nurmengard Tower again and stayed there for about five minutes before leaving.
Almost half an hour after they left, the Aurors who had received the alarm finally arrived.
Nurmengard is located in the Alps and belongs to Austrian territory. The Austrian Ministry of Magic is naturally responsible for the prison's custody.
According to the original regulations, once the alarm in Nurmengard was triggered, three Auror teams had to arrive at the destination to check the situation within ten minutes.
However, decades later, the old people who knew the horror of Grindelwald had faded from the stage. In addition, no unusual movements had occurred for so long that it took a long time for the staff to remember what the alarm meant and hurriedly contacted the remaining Aurors to take action.
Arriving at the scene, faced with the ruins and the pungent smell of sulfur in the air, all the Aurors were pale and blank.
"Where's Grindelwald?" An Auror murmured dreamily, looking at his companions, hoping to get an answer.
"If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his body!"
The Aurors waved their wands with grim expressions, moved the rubble, found the unconscious Squib guard Shiloh, and woke him up. After he woke up, Shiloh's tenth sentence shattered the last hope in the hearts of all the Aurors:
"Grindelwald has escaped!"
The news was sent back to the Ministry of Magic as quickly as possible!
The entire Ministry of Magic was in a panic. Inside the Minister of Magic's office, the Austrian Minister of Magic, Karl Friedrich, had sweat all over his pale face.
He is seventy-three years old this year, which is not considered old in the wizarding world. He is at the right age to make breakthroughs.
When he was young, the dark wizard's power was at its most rampant. Even his family... was a member of his team.
Why did he rise to such a high position?
Because after realizing that something was amiss, their family and even the entire country rebelled, they avoided the purge and even gained a lot of benefits because they "turned over a new leaf" early.
Who could have imagined that Grindelwald would escape from prison? Will he seek revenge after he gets out?
Will the surviving Saints respond to Grindelwald's call, regroup under his command, and unleash a wave of fervor in the world?
0...Please give me flowers...
Questions hit his head one after another, and it directly hit a blank.
After an unknown amount of time, Karl Friedrich trembled and began to use emergency means to contact the Ministries of Magic of other countries.
This was no longer a major event that their small Austrian Ministry of Magic could control.
It required the Ministry of Magic of all Europe and even the world to unite to deal with it.
Halloween?
Everyone, please leave and come and share my sadness.
At Hogwarts, although watching Grindelwald's release ceremony delayed some time, Tom's Apparition speed was very fast now. When he rushed back, the banquet had just begun and the professors in the main guest seats were not yet full.
The auditorium was filled with laughter and the unique atmosphere of Halloween horror and fun. No one knew that something shocking to the world was happening tonight.
Tom was eating the steak and boneless wings that Daphne had cut while communicating with the owner in the study space.
Tom also called Andros and others to witness his colleague's happy event.
With Grindelwald as an example, Andros and Ariana also became itchy. They didn't feel anything before when they were all imprisoned together. Now they saw Grindelwald break free from the cage.
I have regained my youth. It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.
"I should have known not to give him this opportunity."
Ariana was surrounded by black air, which made Mo Moran so angry that he ran away.
Andros rubbed his hands together, "Looks very strong... I really want to fight with the current Old Ge once, with a real body.
"Don't worry, take your time, everything will be fine."
Tom consoled the two. "I haven't even mastered the technology to create a physical body yet. You don't want to drag around a broken body, do you? Especially you, Andros. How many times have you bullied Grindelwald in the learning space? Aren't you afraid of his revenge?"
Andros smiled awkwardly and said, "Then I won't rush. Let's wait until you're sure."
Ariana also said quickly: "I don't want to be ugly, Tom, you must create a perfect body for me.
"Then be more patient, dear."
After calming the two, Mu looked at Ravenclaw, who had remained silent. "What are you thinking about?"
The woman came back to her senses, a faint smile on her lips. "I'm wondering how Grindelwald recovered to his peak. Was it the power of time, the revival of his vitality, or some other method I don't understand?"
"Don't ask me." The young man shrugged. "The reason why talent is talent is that even the person who possesses it cannot understand it and can only attribute it to instinct. So if you want to understand it, you should study it yourself.
"But don't delay my business." He reminded at last.
Tom finally had a scientific research talent on his hands, so he naturally would not let it go. He transferred several of his projects to Ravenclaw and just waited to receive the results.
"Yeah, I understand." Ravenclaw nodded slightly and walked towards the meditation room.
Tom looked at her and found that this woman had no interest in resurrection. Instead, she was more interested in the principles and secrets behind it and what could cause her emotions to fluctuate.
Helena?
While thinking, Tom touched Ariana's head and his consciousness withdrew from the learning space.
Just at this moment, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Lupin walked into the hall from the side door. All three of them had smiles on their faces and were talking about pleasant topics.
Tom looked at Dumbledore's smiling old face and laughed too.
I'm still laughing. I wonder if I will still be able to laugh when I hear the news that my old friend has escaped from prison?
Chapter 302: Dumbledore Can No Longer Laugh, Rosier, Know Your Place!
As Professors Dumbledore and others entered, a large number of ghosts appeared in the hall through the walls.
The Headless Knights launched a fierce charge that caused bursts of exclamations, and then the singing tortured the little wizard terribly, but the ghosts were fascinated by it.
Nico, the resident ghost of Gryffindor, looked at the group of headless knights with envy. He applied to join the Headless Knights but was rejected because his head was not completely severed.
Tom also stared at the singing Headless Knights with curiosity.
He just wanted to figure out how they sang without heads, but after watching for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out.
He could only look around, looking for the figure of Ravenclaw's resident ghost, Ms.
Grey, also known as Helena Ravenclaw.
Unfortunately, even during the ghost carnival, she still did not show up.
In the guest of honor seat, Dumbledore looked at the lively scene with a smile.
He had reason to be happy recently because everything was going in a good direction.
Wilkinson resigned, Lupin was doing a good job, and although the Dementors surrounded the castle, they had never taken a single step beyond the line.
Sooner or later, they would catch the two fugitives.
This semester was the most stable one he had had in recent years.
Because it was too normal, Dumbledore felt a little uncomfortable.
But isn't this the life he wanted?
Watching the steady growth of generations of young wizards [this is the greatest joy. "Huo Qi Zhu"
唳———!
A loud phoenix cry interrupted Dumbledore's scattered thoughts. Fawkes appeared to the sound of the song. Even the noise created by the Headless Knights could not suppress the beauty of the song. Everyone's eyes were focused on the sudden appearance of the fire.
Fawkes was clutching a "I Chat" notebook in his paws. He didn't care about the looks of others. He threw the notebook in front of Dumbledore. The notebook on the table kept vibrating, and the frequency was so high that the long, flat table resonated with it.
This is someone who has been sending him messages.
Dumbledore frowned, a strong sense of foreboding rising in his heart. He opened the notebook, his azure pupils instantly dilated, and he even stood up in shock.
"What happened, Albus?"
Professor McGonagall hadn't seen Dumbledore lose his composure like this in years, and her heart began to lift. The same was true for the other professors.
In their impression, Dumbledore would remain calm no matter what happened and would face it in the most calm state.
"Nothing, some personal stuff."
"Minerva, after the party, let the children go back and rest early. Sorry, I have to leave you."
Fawkes flew over Dumbledore's head, and the flames enveloped both the man and the bird. Dumbledore only had time to leave these words before his figure disappeared in the hall.
After a brief moment of deathly silence, the auditorium exploded.
"That's not right. Can you Apparate in school?"
"It's normal for the principal to be a little special."
"You idiots, that's clearly the power of the Phoenix. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them says that Phoenixes can appear wherever they want.
"What on earth is making Dumbledore so nervous?"
"Who knows, but it's definitely serious."
The students were talking about it, and their attention suddenly shifted from the sumptuous dinner to Dumbledore. Even the ghosts were whispering to each other.
Daphne bit into the cake, also curious about the reason why Dumbledore left.
"Tom...did you find any trace of Lestrange and Lockhart? Did Dumbledore leave in a hurry to arrest them?"
"That's possible." Tom looked at Daphne in surprise. The little witch's brain suddenly brightened up for once.
Although it is far from the truth, it sounds quite reasonable.
Sure enough, Daphne's guess was quickly recognized by other Slytherin students and spread to other colleges. Soon everyone thought that this was the reason, and the discussion gradually subsided.
Professor McGonagall also heard this point of view, but she didn't believe it at all. If it was such a simple reason, Dumbledore would not have left in such a hurry, let alone stand up in shock for just two escaped prisoners.
She felt heavy in her heart and wanted to know the truth urgently, but Dumbledore asked her to take care of the students.
In the headmaster's office, Dumbledore's chat was still vibrating wildly. There was more than one person sending him messages, and he couldn't even see how many people were sending them.
But the message is the same.
Nurmengard Tower collapsed, and Gellert Grindelwald escaped.
Dumbledore closed his eyes, then opened them again a moment later, with flames flickering in them, flames of anger.
Gellert, you broke your promise.
We clearly agreed to reflect on our past actions in the tower and never take a step out of it again for the rest of our lives, but now you have taken the initiative to break the promise we made.
After being angry, Dumbledore quickly calmed down. At this moment, emotions could not bring anything meaningful, but would only affect his judgment.
Now we must consider the consequences and impact of Grindelwald's escape from prison, as well as...why he escaped from prison, is there anyone secretly helping him, and what is their purpose?
"What on earth do you want to do..."
Dumbledore's mind flashed through scenes and fragments of past memories, and he murmured softly, as if he was asking Grindelwald, or as if he was asking himself.
Even though he had been imprisoned for decades and his condition must be much worse than before, in Dumbledore's mind, Grindelwald's threat level was definitely not inferior to Voldemort, who created multiple Horcruxes, and even... far exceeded it.
Grindelwald's horror has never been in his dark magic.
It's his words, his charm, and the influence he has on others.
The Death Eaters brought nothing but fear and bad memories to the British wizards, but the Saints were able to attract people to join them, and their group expanded rapidly like a snowball, eventually causing a catastrophe that swept the world.
He believed that Grindelwald would definitely not escape from prison on a whim, so there would definitely be a series of actions later. As for what they would be, he had too little information available and could not guess.
In an instant, Dumbledore put the Horcrux behind the Lord's head.
He opened his friend list, selected a name and initiated a video call. The call was connected in less than a second, and an elderly black wizard appeared on the blank page.
"Thank God, Albus, I finally contacted you." The old man showed a look of relief.
Without further ado, Dumbledore got straight to the point: "Babajid, how did Grindelwald escape? What exactly happened at the scene? Please tell me in detail."
Babajide Akinbade is the current president of the International Confederation of Wizards. Dumbledore is also the president, but he is an honorary president and does not have any business.
Babajid simply said, "The Austrian Ministry of Magic extracted the memories of the Squib guard. Grindelwald appeared before him as a middle-aged man. Fiendfyre destroyed Nurmengard Tower, but he seemed to have intentionally spared the guard's life.
"Lihuo, Blue Room Fire?"
"Indeed, the Aurors detected no signs of outside assistance. Grindelwald alone broke through all the defenses from the inside and then left. We are unable to track his exact location."
Dumbledore frowned, lost in thought.
It wasn't a difficult feat for Grindelwald to cast Fiendfyre without a wand, but that was when he was healthy and in his normal state. He was able to do this after being imprisoned for so long. "This was something Dumbledore hadn't expected..."
"Albus, the Austrian Ministry of Magic has contacted over eighteen countries and will be discussing countermeasures at the MACUSA headquarters in New York in two days. I hope you can attend."
"I'm sorry, Babajid." Dumbledore came to his senses and rejected the other party's proposal: "I can attend the meeting remotely but I can't go there in person. I don't think Grindelwald will go to North America. If he comes to find me and finds that I'm not there, Hogwarts will be in danger.
"This..." Babajid hesitated, but finally nodded: "What you said makes sense, but if Grindelwald shows up, you must rush to the scene. No one can stop him except you.
"I promise." Dumbledore promised solemnly, and then said: "Babajid, I have a suggestion. You can invite Newt Scamander to attend your meeting. He happens to be living in seclusion in New York and has rich experience in dealing with Grindelwald. Maybe he can be of help.
"Thank you for the reminder, Albus, that's exactly what I was thinking."
Babajide hung up the video in a hurry, as he still had a lot of things to arrange.
Grindelwald's escape from prison was not just a matter of one person escaping. If the Saints got the news, who knows how many loyal followers would emerge.
So now we have to arrange people to keep an eye on those key targets.
Babajid was now extremely grateful for the appearance of the 'WoChat' notebook, otherwise he might not have even received the news of Grindelwald's escape. At the same time, he hated why those countries did not popularize it, and now he had to use the most primitive means to communicate.
It turns out that Babajid is quite capable and thought of the series of impacts brought about by Grindelwald.
Hogwarts, Tom sneaked into the small world after dinner.
"Master Riddle, has Lord Grindelwald really escaped?" Wenda Rosier asked excitedly. "I could still vaguely hear cheers and cries coming from the other side.
"Yes, it happened three hours ago."
Tom hadn't expected the French Ministry of Magic to have such poor confidentiality measures. It hadn't been long before Wenda got wind of the news. He nodded in agreement, saying, "I personally witnessed my teacher destroy the Nurmengard Tower and regain his freedom."
Wenda was overjoyed and couldn't wait to ask, "Where is the master now? We must bring him back."
"Yes, the Saints are about to welcome their Lord!" Vogel shouted excitedly.
"Calm down first, Wenda."
Tom poured cold water on her. "The Ministries of Magic of all nations will definitely take countermeasures in a short period of time. You disciples are the main targets of defense."
"All you have to do now is to pretend nothing has happened and be unaware of the current situation. When the teacher needs you, he will naturally step forward."
"But..." Wenda wanted to say something.
"No buts!"
Tom interrupted her coldly: "Don't be stupid and affect our plan. The purpose of the Saints' existence is to help Grindelwald do things, not to force him to clean up your mistakes. Know your place."
"We've come this far for decades, and we're still just ten days or half a month away?"
"Yes, I understand, Master Riddle." Wenda Rosier lowered her head. She understood that Tom was right.
"I understand." Tom's expression softened slightly, "Hurry up and pass on the order, don't cause me any trouble.
"yes."
Tom closed the "I Chat" app. In fact, he also had a question in his mind.
Grindelwald hasn't entered the study space since he escaped. Where did he go?
Chapter 303 Grindelwald: I Need a Wand That Can Fight the Elder Wand
Grindelwald is in Germany.
There are three great staff-making masters in Europe, or more precisely, three staff-making families.
The three families of Ollivanders of Britain, Leclerc of France, and Gregorovitch of Germany control the businesses of three magic schools respectively and are arguably the three most powerful arms dealers.
Fleur's wand was specially made for the current Leclercq, and the core of the wand was a strand of her grandmother's hair. Leclercq was very satisfied with this special work and did not even accept the money. Tom jokingly said that this was Mi's help.
Old Gregorovitch was the most ambitious of the three. He was not satisfied with just providing wands to one school student and wanted to seize the business of the other two colleagues.
So he spread a message a long time ago that he had obtained the legendary old wand and would apply the technology in it to the wand he made.
But not long after, the Elder Wand was stolen by a blond boy on a rainy night. Gregorovitch didn't see the boy's appearance clearly, but when a wizard who would shake up the world in the future appeared in the newspaper, he immediately handed over the wand in that boy's hand.
The shape of the Elder Wand is very special - it is like the human finger bones, with protrusions in sections.
He had a guess about the identity of the blond boy.
From then on, old Gregorovitch regarded this as his biggest secret, buried it deep in his heart, and became much more low-key. Whenever someone mentioned the news from that year, he would laugh it off and completely deny that it happened.
Today, Gregorovitch finished servicing the wands that had not yet been sold, as usual. Just as he was about to return to the second floor to rest, the door of the shop creaked open.
"Sorry, business hours are over. What can I do for you..."
The voice stopped abruptly, and the brush in Gregorovitch's hand fell to the ground, because he saw the face of the person who came clearly - wild white hair, a rebellious expression, and the iconic heterochromia.
"t2...1..."
"Grindelwald, sir," Grindelwald said softly, nodding politely to old Gregorovitch. "It seems the world hasn't forgotten me. I haven't seen you for decades, and you look much older than you did back then."
"Mr. Grindelwald," Gregorovitch swallowed and said stiffly, "Congratulations... You've escaped from the cage. The wind is blowing like a thousand winds."
"Thanks."
Grindelwald walked to the counter with a smile. Old Gregorovitch didn't dare to move, and watched him take out the wand from the box and play with it in his hands.
"Hawthorn wood, horned oxtail hair...suitable for wizards with wavering hearts and a vague sense of self-awareness, am I right?"
"Your wisdom is vast," Gregorovitch said, choosing his words carefully.
Grindelwald shook his head slightly. "I've seen so much, so I naturally understand more. But ultimately, it's just understanding, not mastery. When it comes to wandmaking, we still rely on professionals like you."
"Mr. Gregorovitch, could you please make me a wand figure?"
Although he was asking, Grindelwald's tone was affirmative. Gregorovitch certainly didn't dare to refuse. He turned around hurriedly and was about to get a wand from the shelf for him to choose, but was stopped by Grindelwald.
"Sir, I said make me a wand, not choose one."
Gregorovitch nodded repeatedly. "I understand, I understand."
"Then... please remember my request." Grindelwald looked at him meaningfully: "I need a wand that can perform well against the Elder Wand.
"Mr. Gregorovitch, I believe you can do it. After all, you once held it for a time and are the most knowledgeable maker of the Elder Wand in the world."
The old man's forehead was covered in sweat. Grindelwald had completely given up on the act and directly brought up that past. He could only bite the bullet and say, "You are also the owner of that wand, so you should know how difficult this is."
"Do your best," Grindelwald said indifferently. He looked up at the dark night sky. "You have one night. When the sun rises, I will take my wand and leave."
Gregorovitch understood the hidden meaning. Either take the wand or take him away. He turned around stiffly, walked to the workbench, and began to make the wand in a hurry.
Grindelwald was right. Gregorovitch knew the Elder Wand very well. As a proud wand maker, he had certainly thought of making ten such powerful wands.
However, it was impossible to completely suppress it, because he had no idea how the wand was so powerful. He could only make a wand that could barely suppress it based on his previous experience and knowledge, as well as his understanding of the materials.
Grindelwald only gave him a few hours, which was practically killing him!
But in order to survive a few more years, he doesn't have to give it his all.
While Gregorovitch was busy, Grindelwald was also busy, trying out the wands in the store one by one.
Tom's method gave him inspiration. An ordinary wand would be scrapped after just a few battles, so he would prepare a few more. As long as he felt that one was partially compatible, he could use it as a spare wand.
The atmosphere in the room was very strange, and both of them were busy with their guests.
Gregorovitch was very glad that it was late autumn and the beginning of winter. If it were summer, the sun would rise much earlier and he would definitely not be able to complete the making of a wand.
Finally, at daybreak, he handed the newly made wand to Grindelwald.
After trying a few spells, Grindelwald nodded slightly and left the shop with the dozen or so spare wands he had selected.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Gregorovitch. I came in such a hurry this time that I didn't bring the string with me. Next time, next time, I will definitely return it to you."
I would rather give you another 10,000 Galleons than have another meeting.
Gregorovitch thought exhaustedly, until he was sure that Grindelwald had gone far away, he immediately contacted the German Ministry of Magic to report the situation, and soon a large number of Aurors came to his shop.
Learning space.
As soon as Tom woke up, Grindelwald pulled him into space for a real battle to test the performance of his new wand.
"Potwood, unicorn tail hair, these characteristics don't suit you."
Tom held Grindelwald's latest wand and said with a curled lip, "Can someone like you use a unicorn hair core? It seems that Gregorovitch's skills are not very good."
"It's really not very convenient to use."
Grindelwald didn't care about Tom's ridicule. He knew what kind of person he was and said indifferently, "It's just a temporary solution to fight the Elder Wand. Taming a wand is not difficult for me."
Tom nodded. From this perspective, Gregorovitch's choice was not a problem.
Poplar wood is suitable for wizards with strong will and love of duels.
They will not be afraid of powerful forces and can counter the suppression of ordinary wands by the Elder Wand.
Unicorn tail hair carries divine power and is full of strong positive emotions.
Thestrals hate unicorns, and their powers restrain each other.
Tom recounted what happened last night: "Dumbledore disappeared after learning about your escape. Wenda also quickly got the information. I told her to calm down and not act rashly. Go open the 'I Chat' app and contact her directly."
Grindelwald hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
He actually didn't want to interfere too much in the management of the Saints before Tom established his authority, but now it seems that it is more appropriate for him to come forward.
Tom waved his hand: "Go ahead, play and make noise as you like. It's okay if you make some noise. I like a lot of noise."
After saying that, Tom disappeared into the study space, while Grindelwald chatted with Andros for a while before leaving.
During breakfast, Dumbledore still did not show up, Professor McGonagall's face looked frighteningly ugly, and the students did not see the news of the two fugitives being captured in the newspaper [realizing that yesterday's speculation was probably wrong.
Or...Dumbledore failed?
But obviously, although many people have already known the news, it will take some time for it to reach the ears of students and the general public.
Almost all the Ministers of Magic in Europe were awakened by the news yesterday, and dazedly accepted the reality of Grindelwald's escape from prison.
Some people did not take it seriously, but most people understood the seriousness of the situation.
At Babajid's suggestion, more than ten key figures were put under surveillance.
But they didn't take any further action and just arrested the person?
If Grindelwald heard this, wouldn't that attract hatred to him? He might not be a match for the entire world, but if he wanted to kill a few people, he could still do it easily.
Dumbledore also arrived at Lurigovich's wand shop in Berlin early in the morning.
By this time, Gregorovitch had told the Aurors most of what had happened last night, except for the existence of the Elder Wand and Grindelwald's request for it.
He didn't dare spread the news 460, otherwise more ambitious people would come to him in the future.
But facing Dumbledore, the current owner of the Elder Wand, Gregorovitch gave him a few looks, and Dumbledore understood, so after the Auror left, he quietly returned to the store.
"Gregorovitch, what do you want to tell me?"
"Dumbledore, Grindelwald asked me to make him a special wand."
After working all night to finish the wand and enduring a long interrogation by the Aurors, Gregorovitch looked dispirited. His voice was also weak. "He asked me to make ten wands that can resist the Elder Wand."
Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes grew deeper. He asked calmly, "Did you succeed?"
"I'm sorry." Gregorovitch smiled bitterly. "I didn't have the courage to refuse him, let alone to fool him, so I tried my best, and it worked to a certain extent.
"So, Dumbledore, you have to be careful. His goal is very clear, and that is to seek revenge on you for me."
"Thank you for your reminder." Dumbledore nodded slightly, and then comforted him: "This is not your fault. Don't worry, I was able to defeat him back then, and I can still do it now, even without relying on that wand that only brings bad luck."
Gregorovitch immediately felt much more at ease, as the haze brought by Grindelwald was mostly swept away.
This is the power of Dumbledore. He has won for a hundred years, and almost everyone believes that he will continue to win. "Perhaps only time can defeat him.
Walking out of the shop, Dumbledore looked at the dazzling sunlight, but his heart was completely different and shrouded in a layer of haze.
Grindelwald had a clear purpose. The first thing he did after escaping prison was to look for his wand, which shows that he had planned everything long ago and it was not an impulsive action.
Once Grindelwald is serious about doing something, he will need the corresponding power to deal with it.
Order of the Phoenix...
After sorting out his thoughts, the old man quickened his pace. He needed to contact his old friends in case he really encountered a situation without help.
North America is too far away, the nearest one is Paris.
A phoenix appeared at Dumbledore's shoulder, a flash of fire appeared, and soon after, Nicolas Flamel's manor welcomed a visitor.
Chapter 304: Nicolas Flamel Refused, Riddle Is the Future of the Wizarding World!
"Albus, I'm over six hundred years old."
Nicolas Flamel was delighted to have an old friend visit him, but he was also saddened by the bad news he brought.
What's even more painful is that Dumbledore actually wants this old man to come out of retirement? The last time he picked up the wand was when he was teaching Tom a lesson.
"In the eyes of the outside world, I'm already dead. Can't I just enjoy my old age?"
Dumbledore also smiled bitterly: "Nico, I don't mean to disturb you, but the situation is very bad. Grindelwald came prepared this time. He found Gregorovitch and made a wand specifically for the Elder Wand.
"Nico, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light. I can't handle it alone."
Nico tapped the ground with his cane in frustration. "What about the Ministry of Magic? And what about the MACUSA? Albus, you're just the magical headmaster of a school. Don't put all the burden on yourself."
"They?" Dumbledore's smile grew even more bitter.
Although Dumbledore appears to be amiable and friendly to everyone on weekdays, his arrogance is hidden deep in his bones. There are actually very few people in the wizarding world who can catch his eye and whom he treats as equals.
Most of the rest are mediocre and ordinary people.
But precisely because there are so many mediocre people, Dumbledore thinks this is a good thing.
Because the more capable a person is, the bigger the mess he will cause.
For example, Grindelwald, for example, Voldemort.
This has led to the current situation - even if the old and disabled version of Grindelwald stirs up trouble, if he does not intervene, the entire wizarding world will find it difficult to resist it, and may even fall into an unpredictable abyss of hell.
So he still has to step up and work hard.
Nicolas Flamel was leaning back in his recliner, also feeling very sad. The grudge between him and Grindelwald was not much, but it was big enough.
He also provided a lot of help when Newt was able to steal the Blood Alliance. Later, when the Saints were at their most rampant, he simply hid in Devon, England and lived in seclusion until Grindelwald was imprisoned in the tower and then returned to Paris.
Do I have to run again now?
Nicolas Flamel couldn't help but blame Grindelwald in his heart, couldn't he wait a few decades before crossing over?
When he died, or when Tom grew up, he wouldn't have to worry about it.
Nico had no doubt that Tom could match or even surpass Grindelwald, but he was just too young.
But he didn't know... Grindelwald's escape from prison was the result of the planning of his good disciple.
Dumbledore tried to persuade Nico for a while, but found that the other party was unmoved, so he had to compromise and ask Nico to divine Grindelwald's whereabouts or where he might appear in the future.
Nico was willing to help with this little favor, but unfortunately, he got nothing in return.
Grindelwald had suffered from this before, and Tom didn't want anyone to use prophecy to find out that he and Grindelwald were related, so the two of them used magic to hide the traces.
Only a fateful prophecy like Trelawney's could turn Tom into an iron werewolf.
But generally the hints in destiny prophecies are extremely vague and it is impossible to name names.
"I'm sorry, Dumbledore, there's nothing I can do." Nico said apologetically. Why did he feel that the old Grindelwald was even more difficult to deal with?
"It's okay Nico, he'll show up one day.
Although Dumbledore said this, he still felt regretful when he left, as neither of his two goals was achieved.
After he left, Nico thought about whether to seek refuge in England. If Grindelwald came to cause trouble for him, he would have to pay a huge price to deal with it.
But after thinking about it, he decided not to sit still.
Most people thought he was dead, so Grindelwald would most likely not look for him specifically. Moreover, if he went to England, he would be too close to that guy. Although Tom would not harm him, he would definitely trick him.
Recently, Nicolas Flamel felt that he had made more alchemical tools than in the previous decades, and had completely become Tom's laborer.
Just stay at home. If they really come to your door, it's not too late to run away.
But I have to remind that kid that Grindelwald is hostile to all students that Dumbledore favors. In the past, it was Newt, and now it is probably Tom, and that Harry Potter.
Hogwarts.
Tom received a warning, not only from Nicolas Flamel, but also from Newt.
[Socially anxious Pokémon Master: Tom, don't run around these days. Stay in Hogwarts. Gellert Grindelwald has escaped from prison, and the wizarding world will soon be in chaos.]
Tom: Even if Grindelwald escapes, it has nothing to do with me. Why would he bother me?
Tom wasn't sure what Newt and Nico were thinking, why both of them told him to be careful.
[The True Beast Tamer (Tina): Because you are Dumbledore's favorite student, which is the type of person Grindelwald hates the most.]
Tom: Aunt Tina, don't talk nonsense. My relationship with the principal isn't that great, it's just normal.
[The True Beast Tamer (Tina): The key isn't what you say, but what Grindelwald thinks. You have to be careful not only of Grindelwald, but also of Dumbledore. Don't agree to anything he asks you to do. If you're unsure of what he's said to you, tell me.]
[Socially anxious Pokémon Master: Tina, Dumbledore is not that serious, Tom is still a child. ]
[Real beast tamer: Shut up, Newt. Tom may be a child, but he's not an ordinary person. Who knows what that old man is thinking? To win, his bottom line is even lower than you think.]
Newt was so shocked that he dared not say a word. Tina kept telling Tom to be careful and not to worry about things that had nothing to do with him. Naturally, Tom agreed.
This attitude was much better than Newt's, and naturally satisfied Tina.
Later, Tom simply pulled Nico and Perenelle in as well. This was considered his parent group. If the professors wanted to complain, they could probably only find these four [assuming they could find them].
Tom couldn't help but smile as he watched several people complaining about Dumbledore and Nico complaining that Tom was too young and that he wouldn't have to worry about him if he was a decade older.
He had been worried that Newt might come out and attract Grindelwald's hatred, and was about to warn Grindelwald not to provoke Newt, but seeing that Tina was so strict now, there was no need to do that.
Closing the notebook, Tom was completely unaffected and continued with his original weekend plans.
No matter how chaotic the world is, it has nothing to do with him now, but if the little witches get into trouble, he will have a headache.
British Ministry of Magic.
Cornelius Fudge naturally also received Babajid's warning and meeting invitation, and he was the Minister of Magic who did not take it seriously.
Back then, with Dumbledore in the UK, the natives had never directly experienced the terror and power of the Saint.
Plus, Fudge was now in his fifties and had missed that period, so he had no idea about the name Grindelwald.
He thought of him as just a loser defeated by Dumbledore, and far less terrifying than Voldemort.
Therefore, he didn't even pass the news to others, but only informed Barty Crouch of the Department of International Magical Cooperation to attend the meeting in his place.
What gave him more headaches now were the two escaped prisoners, Ye Strange and Lockhart.
"Where the hell did that damn mouse go?"
Fudge muttered softly, thinking of the recent letters of complaint he had received, and hesitating whether to withdraw the Dementors scattered across the main wizarding strongholds.
But after thinking about it, he decided to keep things as they are for now [unless he is sure that the two men have already fled the country].
Château Rosier, Paris.
In the banquet hall, Wenda, Vogel, and several other old saints looked at Grindelwald, who was sitting at the head seat, with tears in their eyes.
"Sir..." Wenda shouted in a trembling voice, with a feeling of inferiority in his heart.
After so much time, Grindelwald still looks as charming as ever.
But she is now a dying candle in the wind. In terms of strength, she is no longer as ruthless and decisive as she was in the past. In terms of power, neither her subordinates nor the saints can be compared with the past.
Grindelwald saw the guilt in Wenda's eyes and smiled faintly. "Wenda, you don't have to feel sorry for this. On the contrary, I am the one who feels sorry for you."
Grindelwald put down his glass and slowly stood up. He walked over to the saints and patted their shoulders, each one hard.
"Tom has already told me about the hardships you've endured over the years. Some of your families have fallen on hard times, while others have been ostracized and forced to leave their hometowns. I know all of this and I've kept it in mind.
"Now is the time for reckoning." A stern look flashed in Grindelwald's eyes.
The saints were extremely excited, rubbing their hands in anticipation, and were eager to attack the Ministry of Magic right now, so that the symbol of the Deathly Hallows would bloom again over Paris.
Wenda asked: "What is your next plan?"
"This has nothing to do with you at the moment, so don't act rashly."
Grindelwald twirled the ring on his finger and said calmly, "When I arrived just now, I noticed at least two teams of strikers monitoring this area. They were clearly coming for you, Wenda."
"Now, all you have to do is follow Tom's instructions and help him promote those alchemical tools. This is the most important task."
Grindelwald's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Wenda, I heard you questioned Tom's decision last night?"
Wenda Rozier quickly lowered his head, feeling uneasy.
The other Saints didn't dare to breathe. Grindelwald's usual attitude towards the Saints was exactly as he said, treating them like brothers and sisters. (Money, yes.) But once it came to a matter of principle, or if you went against his will, you were no longer his brother.
Although I wanted to plead for Wenda, I really didn't have the courage.
"Sir... I... I was just too excited." Wenda explained in a low voice, "I have never neglected Master Riddle's orders. I always carry them out as if they were yours. I absolutely do not underestimate or despise him."
"So you can still stand and talk to me now, Wenda." Grindelwald sighed. "Remember, you can object to my orders. You are different from others. I trust your wisdom and judgment, but Tom's... no, you must do whatever he says."
The saints looked at him in astonishment.
What does this mean?
Could it be that Riddle's orders were more effective than his?
"Listen up," Grindelwald said sternly to his men. "Tom may be my student, but he is now the actual ruler of the Saints. What I will do next is to help him complete his plan."
"Don't think his influence will naturally weaken after my return. That's not possible. If anyone disobeys his orders, don't blame me for taking action personally, regardless of our long-standing friendship. This is for your own good. If Tom were to take action, your family would be in jeopardy."
Grindelwald's voice gradually became low, but every word struck clearly in the hearts of every saint: "Remember, he is the future of the wizarding world and the only choice to realize our ideals."
Chapter 305: Newt: His Eyes Are as Bright and Charming as Gems
Have Grindelwald's ideals changed?
No, from his youth till now, he has always hoped that wizards could live openly in the sun and not have to hide from Muggles like mice.
It's just that during the period of imprisonment, I felt that my ideals could not be realized, so I buried them deep in my heart.
Tom once said that he didn't care about any great interests. For him, the greatest interest was to keep learning and getting stronger.
Grindelwald also promised not to impose his ideas on Tom, and he had no right to do so.
However, there is no conflict between the two.
Now Grindelwald can say that he understands Tom's character very well. He is unwilling to be inferior to others and has a somewhat extreme personality. He either does not do things or does them to the extreme. He clearly distinguishes between his own people and his enemies.
The most important thing is that Tom is not like Dumbledore, who resists wealth and power and does not care whether strength matches status.
Tom's philosophy is that he wants it all and never lets himself be wronged. If anyone wants to make him suffer, he will send him to meet his ancestors so that his family can be reunited as soon as possible.
Grindelwald didn't believe that when Tom's strength surpassed everyone one day, he would be able to endure his current living environment.
Having extraordinary powers that he cannot use, and having to be an ordinary person in Muggle society, is absolutely impossible with Tom's personality, so...
Grindelwald feels that he does not need to do anything.
He just needs to do his best to help Tom become stronger, and one day he will see the light.
What is Tom, whom Grindelwald has high hopes for, doing?
He brought Qiu to the Forbidden Forest to play with the national treasures and to get some information about Helena Ravenclaw.
"Ms. Grey?"
Caressing the soft belly, Qiu's eyes curved into crescents. She wasn't surprised by Tom's question, but replied, "She's indeed... well, not very sociable. She rarely interacts with other ghosts. I've only seen her say hello to the fat monk, and she's usually pretty cold towards her classmates."
"However, several students received her help. She seemed very familiar with the books in the library and easily pointed out the materials they needed to read.
"I've never seen Ms. Grey before." Tom rubbed his chin.
Qiu was a little confused, "Why are you suddenly interested in a ghost?"
"It was just after Halloween, and all the resident ghosts from other colleges showed up, but she wasn't the only one who showed up, and..."
The young man suddenly became mysterious and whispered in Qiu's ear, "I heard...that there's a story between our academy's Bloody Baron and her. Baron often looks up at the Ravenclaw Tower, looking at Ms. Grey."
"Tell me more about it?" Qiu pushed Tuan Tuan aside and asked excitedly.
Woman, that's not right. No human being is immune to gossip, especially when it involves ghosts, which makes it even more fantastical.
Tom Bear spread his hands and said innocently, "I don't know, so I was thinking about how to meet Ms. Grey and get some information."
"Okay, I'll help you find a solution. Marietta is the most informed. Go back and ask her."
A new week has arrived in the blink of an eye. After the Halloween weekend, the students are faced with... the second monthly exam.
I can only say that it is a good thing that Professor McGonagall did not sell out Tom. Now the students still don't know that the exam reform was made by Tom, otherwise he would definitely surpass Snape and Filch now.
Become the most unpopular person in the school.
Actually, Tom is regretting it now. It is really annoying to have so many exams. He is not allowed to use magic to fill in the test papers and can only write one word at a time.
"Tom!"
After filling out the five ways to deal with the Grindylow monster and the spellcasting techniques for the Funny Charm, the Defense Against the Dark Arts exam was finally over. Tom and Daphne had just left the classroom when Cho, who happened to be coming down from upstairs, called out to them.
"I've got some news on what you asked me to find out."
Qiu lowered her voice as she reached a corner. "Ms.
Grey sometimes goes to the library at night.
The exact day isn't fixed, but it's at least once a week.
That's what Marietta said.
She also thinks there's something wrong between Sir Barrow and Ms.
Grey.
She's already found out they were classmates."
Tom twitched the corner of his mouth. Marietta's ability to collect gossip was beyond his expectation. She could actually find out this much.
"I understand, Qiu, go and prepare for the next exam."
Qiu nodded. Her next class was herbal medicine, so she had to hurry to the greenhouse.
When Daphne asked what was going on, Tom used the same excuse from yesterday to deal with her. Daphne became excited and begged Tom to find out the story.
Arriving at the Transfiguration classroom, the third grade students were surprised to find that the invigilator was not Professor McGonagall, but Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy class.
But it was just an exam, so it didn't matter who was invigilating. No one paid much attention to it and just picked up their quills to start answering the questions.
At this moment, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were in the headmaster's office, using special equipment to connect to the International Confederation of Wizards headquarters and participate in today's meeting remotely.
New York.
Representatives from various countries have arrived in the largest conference room of the International Confederation of Wizards.
The wizards who are eligible to participate in this meeting are the Ministers of Magic of each country, that is, the heads of the Department of International Cooperation.
Most of the representatives from European countries are Ministers of Magic, which shows how much pressure Grindelwald has brought to them.
Barty Crouch stood out among these people.
"The British Minister of Magic has changed?"
"No, didn't you see the sign in front of him? Crouch is still the director of the Cooperation Department.
"Tsk, Fuji is really a kind person,"
"With Dumbledore in charge, I wouldn't be worried either."
A group of European Magic Ministers who were chatting suddenly fell silent, and they all felt sour in their hearts.
They envied Fudge. Normally, Dumbledore had earned countless reputations in the declining Britain. In this special period, Dumbledore's existence was like an unshakable reef. Even the strongest winds and waves could not harm him.
Crouch was proficient in hundreds of languages and heard their discussions, but his expression did not change. He did not care what these people said at all. He was just thinking about one problem.
He is different from Fudge, a fool, and has a deep understanding of Grindelwald.
Although he was not called the Dark Lord, his deeds and influence far exceeded those of the wizard who called himself the Dark Lord. Even he himself was shaken by the other's ideas.
The urge to follow.
His son, Barty Crouch Jr., was a fervent follower of You-Know-Who, and even after he was secretly released from Azkaban, he remained unrepentant. (ajei) Given a choice between the two Dark Lords, Crouch would rather Barty Jr. followed Grindelwald, who at least was considered a normal person, unlike the mad Death Eaters who delighted only in killing and torturing Muggles and half-bloods.
The problem that bothers Crouch now is how to contact Grindelwald and how to make the other party willing to spend energy to influence Barty Jr.
While Crouch was frowning in thought, it was already time for the meeting, and a live broadcast of the scene appeared on the screen in front of Dumbledore.
He looked towards the edge of the conference room near the exit and smiled.
Newt and Tina sat there, looking out of place among the group of high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic.
The two were specially invited by Babajide to attend the meeting. They both have rich experience in fighting against Grindelwald and may be able to provide help.
Even Tina did not stop Newt from participating, but instead agreed to it.
They have too many grudges against Grindelwald, and even if they want to hide now, they can't. Instead of waiting for someone to come and seek revenge, it would be better to take the initiative.
The meeting began, and the Austrian Minister of Magic came on stage and repeated the situation.
"We must admit that even after decades, he is still an incredibly powerful dark wizard."
"According to the guard's memories, it can be confirmed that he cast the fire spell without a wand, and was able to control the flames with ease, not harming the guards and destroying the Nurmengard Tower. "Is there anyone in your country who can achieve this?"
"No one except Dumbledore can guarantee this, so we must not take it lightly."
Amidst the discussion, the German Minister of Magic stood up. "Grindelwald has obtained a suitable wand from Gregorovitch, and the threat level has increased. And there are also the Saints..."
He smiled wryly and said, "To be honest, even now, there are still many descendants of saints in high positions within our country. Will they inherit the will of their ancestors and turn to Grindelwald? Are these people...our enemies now?"
Hearing his words, many Ministers of Magic felt a sense of empathy.
This situation is not an isolated case. Back then, there were so-called 100,000 saints, so how could they be killed? Even if they were to control the prisons, it would be impossible to kill them all. Most pure-bloods have the custom of intermarriage, which means they are in each other.
Who knows...some of the people here may be descendants of saints, or even followers of Grindelwald's ideas.
Crunch!
Crunch!
The heavy bronze door was pushed open, and a middle-aged wizard in a suit and tie, holding a briefcase in his hand, walked in. He smiled apologetically at Babajide, then began to look around, looking for his place.
Babajid and the others who turned back out of curiosity didn't care. Most of them knew the person who came. It was Bolan's Minister of Magic.
Newt glanced at him unintentionally, and suddenly froze. Then he stood up with a serious expression, protecting Tina behind him and backing away, pointing his wand at the man.
"Mr. Scamander?" Babajid asked in confusion.
"Be careful! He's Grindelwald!" Newt's voice was loud, drowning out all the discussions.
There was an uproar in the conference room!
Grindelwald?
Could it be that Scamander was mistaken?
Others would suspect Newt, but Tina definitely wouldn't. She drew her wand without hesitation and, like Newt, pointed it at Minister of Magic Bolan.
The actions of the two made the Aurors in charge of security nervous, and the atmosphere in the meeting room became tense.
"interesting..."
Minister of Magic Bolang's body stiffened at first, then slowly relaxed, and he chuckled: "Scamander, I didn't expect you to be here, and I didn't expect you to recognize me at first sight.
Now, the others finally believed Newt's judgment, and the venue immediately became chaotic. The wizards who were close fled frantically to the distance, while shouting for the Aurors to take action. In a moment, a spell was shot towards where Grindelwald was standing.
However, Grindelwald easily dodged all attacks with just a flick of his apparition. Before anyone could figure out where he had teleported to, he had returned to where he was.
It looked as if his body blurred for a moment, and the spell passed through his body and shot onto the floor.
"Mr. Scamander, how did you see through Grindelwald's disguise so easily?" the Swiss Minister of Magic couldn't help but ask.
"I'll never forget his eyes..." Newt said frankly, "His eyes were very special, as bright and charming as gemstones."
"Newt!"
Tina's face darkened.
She now had the urge to point her wand at Newt!.