Chapter 363: How Awesome Is Voldemort? Hundreds Against One, The Advantage Is Mine!
The relics of the four founders are very interesting and reflect part of their personalities.
The Gryffindor sword represents strength, and he himself likes to solve problems through duels and is the most warlike lion.
Hufflepuff's gold cup represents a good harvest. Ms. Hufflepuff herself is peace-loving and is dedicated to solving students' life problems.
Slytherin's locket represents inheritance. Only families with a deep historical heritage would like this kind of object that has no practical meaning but can be low-key and pretentious.
And what about Ravenclaw's crown... A crown doesn't represent wisdom, it's a symbol of power worn by kings, supreme.
Deep down, Ravenclaw doesn't even consider wizards as her peers. Only those with talents that catch her eye, or those who are of the same level, are considered her peers.
So it's no problem to say that Ravenclaw is the most arrogant of the four founders.
And now, not only had someone used his artifacts to create a Horcrux, but they also had the audacity to write their own name next to her motto. If it weren't for Red Wen, she wouldn't be Ravenclaw.
"Tom Riddle!"
The woman gnashed her teeth and muttered, full of resentment. It is absolutely the most foolish thing to do to provoke anyone, but never to provoke a woman [especially a woman who is smarter than anyone else].
Tom's scalp tingled when he heard this, and he quickly tried to persuade her, "Rowena, can you just call me Voldemort? It's really stressful for me if you call me Tom Riddle."
"Which side are you on?" Ravenclaw rolled his eyes at the boy. "Is he worthy of being called Voldemort?"
Voldemort changed the order of his surname and first name to become Lord Voldemort, and lord means ruler, and is generally used as a respectful title for high-ranking nobles and royal families.
So this is also the origin of Voldemort's title of Dark Lord. It was simply that he first gave himself the title of Dark Lord, and then it was generally recognized.
If Grindelwald had given himself a lord, he would definitely have been called the Dark Lord.
Of course Ravenclaw wouldn't call anyone "king," so he could only call him Tom.
Little Tom was in great pain at this moment, feeling that he was innocently implicated and his reputation was damaged because of Voldemort.
"Tom." Ravenclaw looked at Tom seriously, "Whatever you do, don't kill Voldemort. You must resurrect me first so I can have a good talk with him."
Ravenclaw had never been obsessed with resurrection before, and she was fine here. Tom would continue to enrich her collection of books, and it would not interfere with her experiments, but would make her feel more comfortable.
But now it was no longer possible. She had to teach Voldemort a lesson worse than death, to make him understand whose things he couldn't touch.
"I'll try my best." Tom forced a smile. He suddenly felt a little sympathetic towards Voldemort, but he also looked forward to seeing what torture methods Ravenclaw could come up with, and whether they were worth learning from.
"Destroy the Horcrux quickly. It makes me sick just looking at it." Ravenclaw urged.
"Don't be impatient."
Tom played with the crown and tried to use magic to remove the rust and restore it to its original state, but unfortunately he failed. This was the corrosion of the black magic soul on the object.
"Don't you think it's a shame to destroy it? This is a thousand-year-old antique, and with your reputation, it's no exaggeration to say it's a world-class treasure.
"I can teach you how to make as many crowns as you want."
Ravenclaw was now particularly easy to talk to, and in a slightly seductive tone, he said, "Even Rowena Ravenclaw herself is yours, so why bother with a discarded tiara?"
"Come on, can't you have them all?"
Tom placed the crown on the cabinet and knocked it with his wand. A flash of dark aura disappeared. It was difficult for a normal Horcrux to detect abnormalities, but as long as the Cruciatus Curse or a spell that affected the soul and mind was used to detect it, there would be a certain reaction.
Ravenclaw was also confused at this time, "Tom, what are you researching?"
"Hmm... I was wondering how to raise someone so that they could enter Voldemort."
Ravenclaw:"????"
Why don't young people speak human language these days?
After Tom's explanation during the day, Ravenclaw finally understood what he meant and sighed speechlessly, "Where did you learn all these weird things? You're just a kid, how could you..."
The woman couldn't continue speaking halfway.
Although Tom is just a child, compared to many adult wizards who have no girlfriend, no wife, and no property, he is already countless times ahead.
Tom looked at Ravenclaw with innocent eyes, trying to prove that he was still a pure little wizard: "The collection of books in the magic institute is too diverse. I didn't know there were such things.
"Have less contact with that school in the future." Ravenclaw had no choice but to teach him.
"So, you want to use the tiara to make a Horcrux? But you can't use it after eating the golden apple, right?"
"Of course not." Tom shook his head, indicating that Ravenclaw was still superficial, and explained: "I want to turn Voldemort's Horcrux into my crown, whether it is the artifact or... the soul."
Tom's idea was crazy. The soul was no longer just a personal property, it was a symbol of a person. His plan was to turn Voldemort's soul into his own supernumerary soul, and naturally this Horcrux would become his Horcrux.
The whole process does not require splitting the soul. Not only is it awesome, it's also a freeloader.
After hearing this, Ravenclaw wanted to refute his fantasy, but isn't magic the path to miracles? No matter how many iron laws there are, as long as there is a wand in hand and magic power in the body, everything is possible.
"Confusing spell." Tom said the idea he had in mind, "Allowing the soul to change its self-perception may have unexpected effects.
Although he had never made an artifact, Ravenclaw pointed out the most difficult point: "You must penetrate the defense of the Horcrux shell in order to allow the Confusion Spell to work on the soul."
"Take your time. I can create another thinking avatar. I can let him be in charge of the research."
Tom had no worries at all.
After eating the golden apple, the number of thought bodies he could maintain at the same time increased from three to four.
He could increase it again after his mind stabilized.
Others had single-threaded processors, but he had overclocked multi-threaded processors, which gave him ample room for trial and error.
His focus is still on improving his strength.
Grindelwald is no longer his target. Andros, who is also a numerical monster, is the opponent Tom wants to defeat.
at the same time.
Principal's office.
Even though it was already late at night, Dumbledore was still sitting at his desk with a serious expression, the quill in his hand sliding very quickly as he engaged in a heated debate with Babajide Akinbade, President of the International Federation of Witches.
Dumbledore: Babajid, I hope you will consider this carefully and not act rashly. Grindelwald possesses sufficient intelligence to observe Bulgaria's subtle movements.
Aginbard: Albus, I can confirm that Grindelwald has no doubts. Obalonsk received a reply this afternoon—written by Grindelwald himself, confirming his decision to travel to Bulgaria over the weekend to take over the Ministry of Magic.
Obalonsk was the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, and it was he who proposed surrendering to Grindelwald.
In fact, Obalonsk himself really wanted to join the camp of the Saints, because Bulgaria had not had a good time recently. Many wizards in the country would leave the country after graduation and live and work in other countries. The magic world was like a stagnant water.
Perhaps in a few decades, the Ministry of Magic will no longer be necessary.
It would be better to take this opportunity to take a gamble, re-select the boss, obtain more resources, or even revive through war and plunder.
However... the East is still too experienced. There is a sentence that can perfectly summarize the current situation of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic: Your Majesty, you are ready to fight to the death, why did you surrender first?
Obalonsk wanted to surrender, but many officials in the Ministry of Magic were unwilling to do so. Many of them were from families that came to power after the fall of the Saints. [Will they get any good results if they surrender to Grindelwald?]
So this group of people secretly contacted Babajid and the Ministry of Magic of some countries, and finally decided to go with the flow and use this opportunity to completely kill Grindelwald.
Today Babajide came to find Dumbledore to make the final decision. Grindelwald could not leave his sphere of influence with so many men. Hundreds of elite Aurors plus Dumbledore
It will definitely keep him in Bulgaria forever.
[Dumbledore: I have a feeling he must have noticed your plan and is taking advantage of it.]
Babajid: But this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Dumbledore. We need you. As the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world, you must stand up at this critical moment. If you don't show up, the sacrifices of the Aurors who fought for this will be meaningless.
This is shameless moral kidnapping. Hundreds of Aurors' lives are at stake, and you, Dumbledore, can't even take action?
This kind of threat had no effect on Tom and Grindelwald, but it was directly effective on Dumbledore.
The two continued to argue for a long time until the sky was getting light, and Dumbledore finally compromised reluctantly.
He could only join in the unstoppable madness.
Babajide on the other side of the ocean was ecstatic and immediately revealed the plan he had prepared long ago.
Dumbledore had to make a high-profile appearance that day, and the place where he appeared could not be too close to Bulgaria, so as not to catch Grindelwald off guard. Then he would quickly rush to the battlefield with the help of the Phoenix and the portkey prepared in advance.
During the entire process, there might be a gap of thirty minutes to an hour, during which the Aurors who had ambushed Grindelwald would hold him back.
There might be some casualties, but Babajide didn't believe that "the Ministers of Magic also didn't believe that Grindelwald could completely defeat hundreds of people in just ten hours.
Hundreds fighting one.
The advantage is mine!
Chapter 364: Grindelwald Was Slapped in the Face, Was Crouch the Tip-off?
"Tsk...that's what someone said, he knows Dumbledore very well.
It was a new day and Hogwarts welcomed the rare good weather. The temperature of more than ten degrees and the gentle breeze made many young wizards take the initiative to walk out of the castle. They gathered in twos and threes with their friends on the grass to chat and relax.
Tom was also strolling on the lawn with Qiu, but part of his energy was used to make the girl smile, and the other half was used to madly mock Grindelwald in the study room.
"Is this what you meant by Dumbledore not colluding with Babajid? He actually agreed to it very cooperatively."
"Oh... -Tom, stop it."
Ariana suppressed her laughter and hugged the boy's arm, seemingly comforting Grindelwald, but in fact, she added a final stab: "Grindelwald only thinks he understands his brother, but that doesn't mean he really does. From his own perspective, he's not wrong."
"Just be more open-minded and don't make promises casually in the future.
Andros said nothing. He was admiring Grindelwald's face-changing skills. The colors changed more colorfully than a palette.
"You guys..." Grindelwald was so angry that his chest felt tight, but it seemed that he couldn't afford to offend any of the three people in front of him.
Blame it on Dumbledore!
Grindelwald was confident that only hundreds of Aurors would fall into his trap and set a self-righteous trap, because Dumbledore would not dare to fight him directly, let alone ambush him with others.
The result was a slap in the face.
"He must be afraid I'd kill someone..." Grindelwald managed to find a plausible excuse. "If he hadn't come, I would have definitely killed all those hundreds of people, so he had no choice but to come."
"Ah, yes, yes." Tom responded perfunctorily, which made Grindelwald lose his temper.
"I will make Dumbledore pay!"
"Ah, yes, yes."
"Can you rephrase that?!"
"really."
Grindelwald was almost p****d off at Tom, and in a rage he immediately exited the study space. Tom and Ariana finally lost their patience and burst into laughter, and Andros couldn't help but laugh along with them.
Tom was able to get the news not because Dumbledore told him, but because he saw it himself through his gift of the power of time.
Fox's flames brought Old Deng's divine soldiers down from the sky, and the Gubley fairy fire and the fierce fire from hell collided fiercely.
But he wasn't sure whether it was him or Grindelwald who was fighting Dumbledore in the foreboding scene.
After laughing, Ariana said worriedly, "Tom, since my brother is going, will you be exposed if you go too? He may not recognize you, but Fox will definitely recognize you."
"It's okay." Tom shook his head. "From what I saw, Dumbledore should be late. As long as I delay a little, I can still play for a while."
The opportunity to be besieged by hundreds of Aurors is not a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but it is also very rare. It is a good opportunity to see if we can put some pressure on him in a head-on battle.
Seeing Tom so confident, Ariana stopped trying to persuade him.
Tom is much smarter than her. Since he has taken Fox into consideration, he will definitely be prepared.
The International Confederation of Witches and the Ministry of Magic, which participated in the operation, secretly deployed troops, and the news that Dumbledore was about to go to America also appeared in newspapers in many countries.
This time, Dumbledore's excuse was actually related to Tom. One of the conditions for Tom to withdraw from the competition was that several magic schools contribute their book collections. Dumbledore was going to Ilvermorny and Castellobush to help him inspect the books.
Tom didn't mind being a shield. No matter how well he planned, he couldn't stop people like them from using their predictive abilities. Facing one prophet as an enemy was already scary enough, but this time Dumbledore was facing two.
He also made a request to Dumbledore, "Professor, I don't want ordinary books, I must have books with local characteristics. I believe in your vision.
"Being exposed to different magical cultures will indeed be helpful." Dumbledore nodded, "But you must remember to be firm in your beliefs, absorb other advantages, and not waver in your resolve."
"I'll take note, Professor."
Tom was a little touched. Dumbledore's words were sincere and seemed insignificant, but they were very important.
He felt that teaming up with Grindelwald to bully Dumbledore was too much, but the feeling of guilt only lasted for two and a half seconds before disappearing without a trace.
Grindelwald didn't do anything harmful after escaping from prison this time. It was Dumbledore who insisted on stepping into the quagmire. Who was he targeting?
In the following days of this week, Professor McGonagall and Lupin finally sorted out the selection criteria. Starting from this Sunday, student representatives from two grades will be selected every week to participate in the Underage Wizarding Duel Competition.
There was no doubt that Ginny would get a spot in the second grade. Her current level was higher than Hermione and Daphne. Tom was not worried at all that she would be eliminated. She would definitely be the first in the second grade group in the final.
As for the third grade...to be honest, Hermione's place was not actually secure.
There was no problem with her strength, and she probably knew more spells than the other contestants combined, but her mentality and on-the-spot performance were really bad. She would get nervous even during ordinary exams, let alone a real duel.
Moreover, she had no talent for dueling, and her magic casting was too methodical, so there was a real chance of failure.
Tom really hoped that Hermione would fail, and let this failure teach her that book knowledge is important, but how much one can put it into practice is the most crucial factor.
On Friday night, Grindelwald, who had been avoiding Tom and had not come to the study space for several days, suddenly showed up and brought a piece of news.
"There's a mole on your side," Grindelwald said with a hint of amusement. "Wenda just received a letter alerting me to the International Federation of Witches' actions. It even detailed the time and approximate number of people involved."
"Isn't this normal?"
Tom, who was training his wandless Patronus, held up his Gundam and used the Patronus to speak for him, his voice booming: "There are always speculators, so what's so strange about that?
"If it were an ordinary speculator, I certainly wouldn't bring it up."
Grindelwald smiled softly. "Do you know who the informer was? Barty Crouch of the Department of International Magical Cooperation at the British Ministry of Magic. I remember he almost became Minister of Magic.
"Barty Crouch?"
Tom was also stunned, and the patronus's huge head lowered. "How can you be sure he wrote it?"
"It carries a magical aura and a signature," Grindelwald said. "I'm also surprised. He's practically handed me the most lethal evidence. If it were leaked, Crouch would be instantly disgraced. Sent to Azkaban would be the least of his punishment."
"I don't understand why he would do this. Is it to win the position of Minister of Magic?"
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Tom didn't answer immediately. He dispelled the magic, wiped the sweat off his face with a towel, and then walked to the stands and sat down. After thinking for a moment, he continued:
"How should I put it...it's probably not because of power. His son is Voldemort's most fanatical follower. I feel...it must be related to his son. Let's handle it coldly for now. Once the storm is over, we can find an opportunity to contact him."
Crouch is a capable person. Tom likes this kind of elite with a criminal record and weaknesses the most. They are easy to control and use. On the contrary, people with ideals like Bones and Sirius are very troublesome. They can only cooperate with him in a limited way and cannot be open-hearted.
If Crouch really intended to surrender, he wouldn't mind letting Grindelwald take him in.
On Saturday, with only one day left until the tryouts, the second and third grade contestants were busy with their final training and preparations.
In the Room of Requirement, Ginny once again triumphed over Hermione.
The little maid has amazing intuition and instinct in combat. She can make many correct decisions subconsciously without thinking. At the same time, the power of her spells is also eye-catching. In several magic battles, Hermione is at a disadvantage.
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After failing, Hermione took out her notebook, which already contained dozens of reasons for her failure, and now added two more.
"There's no point in recording this," Ginny said helplessly. "You can't go over the reasons in your head every time before you cast a spell, can you?"
Hermione ignored Ginny's complaints. After she finished writing, she silently read through it before explaining, "I don't have your fighting talent. I can only rely on the clumsy method of writing down all my shortcomings and eliminating them one by one. It's always progress."
"Ginny, it's a pity that you are only in the second grade. If you were older, you would definitely win the championship in the fifth grade."
"What's the point of being a champion?" Ginny curled her lips in disdain. "It's just children playing house. Even if ten champions came together, Tom could easily defeat them all."
"Your standards are too high." Hermione was speechless. "Students should compete with students, not with perverts."
Hearing Hermione actually call Tom a pervert, Ginny immediately laughed, "Oh, why did I hear someone was always competing with Tom in elementary school?"
"Who knew he was a pervert back then? Besides, Muggle courses don't rely too much on talent like magic does. If you work hard, you still have a chance."
"I don't believe it. Tom told me that the real knowledge of Muggles is even more difficult to understand than the most obscure books in Hogwarts. It's like the Book of Heaven.
"Even if you two stayed in Muggle society, you would definitely not be Tom's match."
"Ginny! Can we still be good friends?"
The two girls returned to the lounge, playing and joking, and received messages from Tom at the same time.
Tom: I won't be attending tomorrow's tryouts. I have some things to take care of.
The girls didn't care much; they knew Tom was very busy.
Sunday.
After breakfast, the duel stage was finally set up again in the auditorium after half a year, and this time there was only one main stage.
Dumbledore announced the start of the selection with a smile, and then was taken out of the school by Fawkes.
Just after he left, Tom also transformed into a stream of light, broke out of the restricted range of Apparition, and moved several times to arrive at the Berlin Gate.
Chapter 365: Being Able to Give Birth Is An Advantage, Fighting
The office of the German Minister of Magic was temporarily requisitioned, and the room was now filled with core members of the Saints.
Wenda Rozier, Grimsson, Vogel, West... and Rouse Wilkinson sitting in the corner.
Grindelwald is planning his next course of action.
"Wenda, you and Grimson take people to Durmstrang to take over." As he said this, he patted the armrest of the chair, and a notebook on the desk automatically flew up.
Rozier's hand.
"This is a weakness in Durmstrang's defensive magic. Bring more people with you to avoid casualties, neither you nor those students."
"Yes." Rosier understood what Grindelwald meant.
Almost all of Durmstrang's students are pure-bloods, and if the act of killing underage wizards were to be spread, it would definitely cause a serious blow to the image of the Saints.
Therefore, although Durmstrang's strength is not strong, it is absolutely sensitive and must be treated with caution.
"Vogel,"
Grindelwald turned. "There should be enemy collusion within the country.
Spread the news of my siege first to create a false sense of panic.
Once they emerge, we'll wipe them out.
Don't follow your father's example and try to escalate the situation.
Just deal decisively with the ringleaders."
Vogel was reluctant to take on the task.
His father was too ruthless back then, and put many people who could have been won over against him. He will naturally learn from his mistakes.
Grindelwald handed down orders one by one to specific people. Compared to Voldemort, Grindelwald had stronger management skills. He just didn't want to deal with these trivial matters, so he handed them over to Rosier to arrange.
Bang!
A sudden explosion sounded out of nowhere, and everyone saw Tom appear next to Grindelwald and immediately stood up.
"Master Riddle."
"Sit down."
Tom waved his hand and took the lead in sitting on the chair next to Grindelwald. This was specially prepared for him by Old Grindelwald. You guys continue.
"There's nothing more to say."
After Grindelwald arranged for his ten men to go to Bulgaria with them, he signaled everyone to leave.
"Ross, please stay for a moment." Tom stopped Ross who was about to leave and teased him, "Why do you look a lot fatter?"
Ross smiled awkwardly and tried to return to his previous seat, but Tom gestured for him to sit at the front. "When I got to Germany, Ms. Rozier didn't assign me any tasks. I just stayed at home doing nothing every day. It was hard not to gain weight."
"She's being considerate of you," Tom said, taking a sip of his hot tea. "According to the timeline, Soren should be giving birth soon, right?"
Ross nodded and said, "About half a month."
"How are you going to finish this?" Tom asked curiously.
Ross was silent. Soran approached him with a strong purpose, but no matter what, she was the child's mother.
"It's no problem for the Schneider family to keep a single person." Grindelwald didn't care about these trivial matters, but considering Tom and Royce were on good terms, he said, "Keep her. The fact that she can bear offspring for you proves her worth."
"If I help you have one more child, you'll make a lot of money."
Schneider is the maternal family of Routh. They are old-fashioned pure-blooded Germans and standard Junker landlords. They provided a lot of resources when Grindelwald was rising to power, and this time they turned to him without hesitation.
Tom nodded. "Teacher Grindelwald is right. Being able to give birth is indeed a great advantage for a witch. But you can reveal your cards after the child is born. Maybe you can incite a rebellion."
"Thank you, Mr. Grindelwald, and thank you, Master Riddle." Ross said gratefully.
Tom chatted with Ross for another pot of tea. He mainly asked whether Dumbledore was still in contact with Ross and knew that he had returned to Germany, but had not yet invited him to join the Order of the Phoenix.
Maybe it's not necessary, or maybe it's not trustworthy enough?
After watching Royce leave, Tom picked up a book and asked, "When are we leaving?"
Grindelwald quipped, "Why would I go? Isn't today your activity time? Why don't you just lead the team yourself?"
"Em..." Tom said faintly, "If you want to p**s off Professor Dumbledore to death, I can actually go alone. If he discovers my secret, I can only kill him with tears in my eyes, leaving him in peace forever."
Grindelwald's smile froze.
He believed that if Tom said it, he would definitely do it. He and Ravenclaw had been getting close recently. They sat in the small villa almost every day, and he didn't know what they were busy with. He probably could already use the possession state.
This guy is usually easy-going, but once his core interests are touched, he will definitely be ruthless.
"We can go in the afternoon." Grindelwald stopped joking. "I'll handle the initial steps, just going through the motions. Obalonsk has arranged a ceremony to make the announcement. This is likely the time they'll take action. Then it'll be your turn."
Tom nodded and agreed to Grindelwald's plan. "You take care of my little world. I'll take a nap first."
"Don't be impatient. Let's check if there are any flaws in your Transfiguration first."
——Two hours later.
Bulgaria and Germany do not share a border, with Austria and Hungary in between. Austria has already suffered heavy losses after being retaliated against by Grindelwald, and as for Hungary, apart from Tree Peak, you can pretend that the wizarding world of this country does not exist.
Grindelwald and his men walked into the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic through the main entrance amidst a crowd of awe-inspiring and complex gazes. [Lonske respectfully and humbly welcomed them into the Minister's office.
Grindelwald was never stingy with those who loyally surrendered to him, and readily agreed to all of Obalonsk's requests.
In fact, all of his conditions, or requests, were based on the perspective of the Minister of Magic.
He was definitely a more competent minister than Fudge.
He had no intention of giving up, but he was a bit too risky.
But this is the helplessness of small countries. If they don't give it a try, the consequences of being a fence-sitter will be even worse.
"Mr. Grindelwald, we have prepared a declaration ceremony for you to inform the entire nation of Liu City that we are now under your command."
Obalonsk was very enthusiastic and in a good mood after receiving Grindelwald's promise, but Grindelwald looked at him with pity. This guy was sold out by his subordinates without knowing it, and his ability was worrying.
But loyalty is enough, he doesn't need Obalonsk to expand the territory. The future direction of the world has been determined, it all depends on how Tom wants to deal with it.
"You go out first. I'm a little tired from traveling. I'll be back in an hour...
"Yes, sir."
Obalonsk went out to prepare, Tom and Grindelwald completed the exchange, and the ten saints looked at each other, not knowing what they were doing.
Could it be the legendary plank road built in the open but secretly attacked Chencang, waiting for Dumbledore to appear, and then Lord Grindelwald would surprise him and give him a wolf?
As expected of Lord Grindelwald, he is indeed despicable, shameless, insidious and cunning.
Tom looked in the mirror for a moment, styling his hair a little more aggressively. He then said to the saints, "You stay here. If you hear anything, just leave and go back to Berlin."
The saints quickly expressed their loyalty, "Master, we can fight too.
"Okay, if a real fight breaks out, I won't be able to take care of you." Tom waved his hand, and even his voice turned into Grindelwald's unique low voice, "Don't stay and cause trouble for me and the teacher.
Several people looked at each other, and finally nodded in agreement.
At the same time, Rosier and Grimson also led their men to attack Durmstrang. Grindelwald's goal today was to obtain enough bargaining chips to make Dumbledore agree to his proposed conditions.
Although Durmstrang and Hogwarts are both the most famous magic schools in the world with a long history, they have been getting worse and worse in recent years. They actually allowed a Death Eater who fled in panic to become the headmaster. One can imagine what the level of other professors is.
This is also the main reason why Grindelwald chose to take action against his own "alma mater". It's shameful, so damn shameful.
He wouldn't be this angry even if Voldemort was the headmaster, Death Eater?
Doesn't this simply bring him down from the level of Dumbledore?
It would be better to let him be the headmaster and compete with Dumbledore on another level. Of course, Tom, the unstable factor, must be eliminated.
An hour later.
Tom transformed into Grindelwald and walked out of the office. Obalonsk had been waiting for him for a long time and took him to a manor in the suburbs.
There were already hundreds of people in the manor, including officials from the Ministry of Magic, pure-blood clan leaders, and magazine reporters. A high platform was placed on the huge lawn.
1.3 Tom walked up without hesitation, looked around, and his sharp eyes quickly made all the noise disappear.
"I am very happy that my Bulgarian brothers and sisters have rejoined me,"
"But I am very unhappy that these clowns want to do something shameful on this joyous day."
Upon hearing this, many people tried their best to control their facial expressions, lowered their heads, and their eyes were full of horror.
He knows!
Tom took out his wand, pointed it at the Bulgarian Auror Office Chief, cut off both of his arms with one blow, and smiled as he screamed.
"Well then... stop hiding and let's get to the next part, shall we?"
Knowing that their plan had been completely exposed, the wizards from the International Federation of Witches immediately took out their wands and shot fireworks into the sky.
"Grindelwald, today is the day you die! This will also be your grave!"
The next second, more than half of the wizards present cast spells at Tom at the same time, and a steady stream of people Apparated in.
Obalonsk stared dumbfoundedly at the overwhelming spells attacking Grindelwald, his mind going blank.
What on earth is going on!
Chapter 366: One Against Three Hundred, Lich Secrets
This time, the International Federation of Witches was well prepared.
They deliberately chose a suburban manor instead of the Ministry of Magic as the site of the battle, one reason being to control the scope of influence.
The Ministry of Magic was in the heart of the city, and if Grindelwald went crazy, the battlefield might be exposed to the Muggle world, and it would take a huge amount of manpower and resources to deal with both ends.
The second is that there are too many of them. There are Aurors from more than 20 countries, plus the International Federation of Witches. The total number of Aurors involved in the ambush has exceeded 400, and there are no novices, all of them are senior Aurors.
That's more than all the staff at the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic combined.
Many of those who suddenly attacked were Aurors disguised with Polyjuice Potion.
Humanoid figures kept falling from the sky.
The Aurors had already assigned tasks.
Fifty people were responsible for maintaining the anti-apparition array, and fifty were responsible for protecting them, as well as controlling the scope of the battle within and outside the manor and intercepting Grindelwald's large-scale magic, such as Fiendfyre.
"Grindelwald, you are too conceited. You dared to come here alone even though you knew there was a trap. Your arrogance is your downfall. Dumbledore is coming!"
A woman shouted, but she kept retreating, protecting the Aurors in front of her.
Tom raised his hand, holding a ball of light as bright as the moon. The ball of light grew larger as it rose, casting hazy moonlight. The seemingly imperceptible light was as solid as a city wall. The magic spells hit it and bounced off it, which was much more effective than the Iron Armor Charm.
"Dumbledore?"
Tom sneered and cast various auxiliary magics to increase his speed.
He took a step that covered a distance of several meters.
He walked very fast and came in front of an Auror almost instantly.
He gently stroked his wand and a blood mark appeared on the Auror's neck, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
"When he comes, you will all be dead." After saying that, he quickly moved to the other side. Dozens of spells brushed past his body and fell, leaving a big hole in the ground.
The scene was in chaos. There were also unaware guests here, as well as Obalonsk who was completely kept in the dark. Some Aurors freed up their hands to subdue these people first, and then joined the team to deal with Grindelwald.
at the same time.
Far away in the Amazon rainforest, lies the ruins of Castrobus.
Dumbledore, who was choosing books for Tom, received a request for help from Babajid.
The leader of the International Federation of Wizards had a look of anxiety and anguish on his face. "Dumbledore, you're right. Grindelwald did see through our plan, but he came anyway, all alone. The ten Saints who came with him have already fled."
"I'll be there right now." Dumbledore said calmly. He had anticipated this situation. How could these people compare with Grindelwald in conspiracy?
Even your grandfathers were fooled by him, let alone modern wizards who grew up in peacetime and are becoming increasingly incompetent and cowardly?
But what could he do? With hundreds of lives at stake, he could only go with the flow and clean up the mess for Babajid and those crazy Ministry of Magic.
After hanging up the phone, Dumbledore immediately summoned Fawkes, blended into the firelight and began to hurry on.
Phoenix has a unique advantage in Apparition, and its distance and speed far exceed the level of normal wizards.
But what limits Dumbledore now is his increasingly aging body.
He cannot rush to the limit of his body and must maintain his condition, otherwise he will just give Grindelwald a head if he rushes over.
Just as Dumbledore was concentrating on his journey, Babajid received another piece of bad news: Durmstrang was being besieged by the Saints. No, when he received the news, the defense had already been breached, and no matter how he sent messages, he received no response.
He knew that he was in deep trouble this time. Not only did Grindelwald know it was a trap but he still walked into it, he even took advantage of their actions and launched a surprise attack on Durmstrang.
If Hogwarts were controlled, the entire British wizarding community would be on edge, and if Durmstrang was controlled, most of Northern Europe would be in turmoil.
But send rescue now?
Not to mention whether enough manpower could be mobilized in a short period of time, with the thousands of student hostages pushed forward, the Aurors didn't even dare to raise their wands.
"Dumbledore...it's all up to you."
Babajid found that he could only pray that Dumbledore and the ambush Aurors would successfully eliminate Grindelwald. Apart from that, there was nothing he could do.
"A few hundred Aurors... should be able to hold them off, right?"
He comforted himself.
Babajid's prayers did have some effect. Grindelwald, no, it was Tom who was indeed delayed.
Aurors are not scarecrows, nor are they sitting ducks. Apart from eliminating monsters, they are the backbone of the wizarding world, the elite among the elites.
Even the professors at Hogwarts, when faced with more than five Aurors, would first think of escaping rather than how to subdue them.
Being besieged by more than 300 Aurors, Tom felt pressure for the first time in his life, even a life-and-death crisis.
But precisely because of this, he was even more excited. His journey had been so smooth that he had unknowingly become a top wizard in the academy. What he lacked was a battle that would allow him to unleash his full potential.
"The fierce fire is raging!"
The eternal blue flame from hell gushed out and turned into a huge monster bird roaring in the sky. Soon, Aurors joined forces to cast the All Ending Spell to curb the expansion of the fire bird.
Tom never thought that relying on the fierce fire could cause effective damage. His purpose was to tie up the energy of some wizards and try to reduce the number of wizards attacking him at the same time.
If dozens of spells hit his defense at the same time, the shield will be broken. If the number exceeds this, the duration of the shield will be even shorter. If there are more than a hundred spells, it will be shattered instantly.
The Aurors present could cast one or two spells every second on average, like a spell machine gun.
After providing sufficient magic power, Tom ignored Lihuo, pointed his wand to the sky, and swung it vigorously while dodging attacks.
Thunder exploded in the sky, dark clouds emitted a dull roar, and the rumbling thunder brewed silver snake lightning, which came down without any pattern.
The entire manor was enveloped by a sea of thunder.
Almost no one could believe that in such a short time, 'Grindelwald' launched an extraordinary weather spell.
Chaos ensued. The Aurors had to protect themselves while attacking and suppressing the enemy. Fortunately, each of them wore at least one protective necklace, which provided them with enough room for error.
Tom found that he had actually been tricked by himself. If he were to fight in his own identity now, he could just activate the backdoor in the protective necklace and cause an explosion, but now he was Grindelwald and could only use the most brutal means to break through the defense.
"It's surrounded by clouds and mist."
Tom cast another field spell, the large amount of magic in it made it difficult for the thick fog to be dispersed by the strong wind.
He wandered in the thick fog, and with the help of magic vision, he could observe the distribution of the Aurors more directly.
Generally speaking, the first attack would break the defense of the alchemical props, and the second attack would subdue the person and then put him into the inner cage prepared in advance.
His reaction speed is faster than anyone else's, which is an absolute advantage besides magic, but the Aurors also have a way to deal with it. They gather together, back to back and watch over each other.
Tom suddenly emerged from the fog, and was greeted by a rain of spells. He had no choice but to give up the sneak attack and put up the protective shield.
"He can't do anything to us!" The Aurors were very excited after successfully thwarting this attack, and even shouted loudly: "He's only one person, and he used a lot of large-scale spells. We can defeat him without relying on Dumbledore!"
"Oh! Ignorance is truly bliss."
Tom found the ignorance of these people ridiculous. Originally, he just wanted to get along with them as an ordinary wizard, but since they had become cowards, he could only fight back with power beyond his capacity.
"Embrace the end!? (Accept the end!)"
"roar---!"
A rotten scream squeezed out of Tom's throat, and the materialized sound waves hit the brains of everyone present. Regardless of whether they were enemies or friends, their minds went blank at this moment, and then emotions of fear and despair continued to emerge, almost driving them crazy.
"Ah 137 ahhhh!"
Aurors screamed madly, then fell to the ground and fainted as if relieved.
The defense that seemed unbreakable just now collapsed in an instant, and hundreds of Aurors fainted. The remaining people were more determined, but they also covered their heads in pain and tried to hold on in a daze.
This is the Lich's unique "Scream of Fear", which is both a mental attack and a soul attack. It perfectly bypasses the energy defense of the guardian necklace. Wizards have no effective defense against this, which can be said to be a dimensionality reduction attack.
The Aurors guarding the periphery were lucky because the lethality of sonic waves decreases with distance. They were far enough away that they only felt uncomfortable for a moment before recovering.
But defeat was already decided.
The 300 Aurors responsible for the main attack were defeated. Every time Tom arrived at a place, he would collect the Aurors, treating them equally regardless of whether they were dead or alive, and first cast the petrification spell on them before collecting them.
"He's not a human! He's a devil! Run! Run!"
Watching his companions disappear one by one, an Auror who was maintaining the anti-apparition array on the periphery finally lost his mind and fled into the distance without looking back.
Then, like dominoes, the Aurors fled in all directions, and Tom had no intention of chasing them. This time, more than 300 people were arrested [definitely an event that could turn the magic upside down].
Suddenly, his movements stopped for a moment.
Usagi in the atmosphere had seen Dumbledore.
"The rest is up to you, Tug."
Tom didn't hesitate and cast a spell that caused the ground to fly with dust. Under the cover of the dust, he completed the identity exchange with Grindelwald.
Grindelwald continued to "pick up corpses", and when there were only about ten people left on the ground, Fawkes appeared with Dumbledore.
Grindelwald blocked the powerful spell and insisted on imprisoning the last prisoner. Then he looked up at the solemn Dumbledore and chuckled:
"Albus, you're a little late."
Chapter 367: If You Continue to Be Bound by Morality and Rules, You Will Never Be My Opponent
"Grindelwald!"
Dumbledore's expression was stern, his aura fluctuating violently, revealing a hidden edge.
Before him lay a pile of broken walls and charred ruins. The once vibrant manor had been completely destroyed. The remaining traces of the fierce fire emitted a strong smell of sulfur, and beneath the ruins lay a wizard, his life or death unknown.
Grindelwald didn't care, but Dumbledore was furious.
"What's wrong with you? Why are you more crazy and radical than before? Why do you have to provoke a senseless war? Why do you have to harvest lives?!"
Dumbledore used three questions in a row to express his confusion and irritation. He had already raised the wand in his hand. If Grindelwald did not give him a clear answer, he would definitely use all his strength and rely on the Elder Wand in his hand to get it.
Facing Dumbledore who was like an angry lion, Grindelwald had a smile on his face. He leaned back and an antique armchair appeared out of thin air and steadily caught him.
"Why ask me, Dumbledore?"
"Who is responsible for today's situation? It's not me, it's Babajid, the International Federation of Witches, and those ignorant Ministers of Magic."
"They were the ones who initiated the war and planned today's ambush." Grindelwald waved his hand, sending a strong wind to dispel the pungent smell in the air. Seeing Dumbledore's still solemn expression, he smiled brightly.
"Why don't you question those who started this, but come here to pick on me? Just because I'm a bad person?"
"Bad guys should be pointed at with wands? Huh?! Look at me, Dumbledore!"
Dumbledore's pupils dilated slightly, with a hint of confusion and shock on his face.
Am I not the one who comes to bring charges?
Why are you more excited than me?
wrong.
Dumbledore immediately calmed down, realizing that he couldn't be led around by Grindelwald. This man was great at sophistry and demagoguery. Hadn't he also been deceived in the past, leading to those tragedies?
Compared to him, Voldemort's tricks were laughably crude.
"Your departure from Nurmengard Tower is the root of all sin." Dumbledore's azure eyes revealed deep disappointment. "You forgot our promise. Who said you would die alone in the tower? I believed in you, but you betrayed my trust."
"The tide of the times is pushing me forward."
Grindelwald met Dumbledore's gaze without any guilt, and when their eyes met, it seemed as if the greatest duel of the past century was recreated.
"I was once absolutely certain that I would remain in the tower, relying on the memories of Shengyuan to sustain me until the moment of my death."
Dumbledore's beard twitched slightly.
"However, the development of the world has never been subject to human will."
Looking at his strong, powerful palms, Grindelwald whispered, "The Saints need my guidance, the wizarding world needs my power, and I... also want to witness the final transformation. That's why I appeared in Berlin, here~||"
"It's all your sophistry."
Dumbledore tightened his grip on his wand, "Your presence is the root of all cholera. Don't put the blame on the wizarding world. Without you, everything will be moving in a good direction."
"For example, that clown who calls himself the Dark Lord?" Grindelwald sneered, "Albus, look at how much trouble your kindness has caused. If you had been more decisive back then...
Would so many things have happened if Tom Riddle had been eliminated?"
"I saw that clown in Albania."
Dumbledore's pupils suddenly shrank, and the murderous intent that had just been brewing became even stronger, but he did not launch it immediately. Instead, he waited for Grindelwald's next explanation.
"You went to see Voldemort?"
"Yes," Grindelwald admitted, "I'm curious about the power of a wizard who can keep you at Hogwarts.
"Then what?"
"And then? He disappointed me, and you disappointed me too, Albus. Go back and tell the world that from now on, there is only one Dark Lord in the world, and that is me, Gellert Grindelwald!"
"No." Dumbledore's beard fluttered slightly, his wand drooping, "From this day on, no one else in the world will be able to become the Dark Lord.
"Then you can try it!"
The battle started without warning, robes fluttering, magic power running rampant, and spells whistling.
The golden light and the blue light complemented each other and competed with each other. Even the air turned into the shape of a knife, cutting the earth.
Dumbledore still had some reservations and consciously moved the battlefield outside the manor to avoid accidentally injuring the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic officials who were still lying on the ground. Grindelwald was extremely cooperative and had no intention of using this as a threat.
When they were at a certain distance, Dumbledore stopped holding back and instantly appeared in front of Grindelwald. The Elder Wand, with its terrifying power, transformed into a sharp knife flashing with cold light and stabbed into Grindelwald's chest.
Puff!
The robe was torn, but there was no real feeling of piercing the flesh. The torn robe turned into dozens of poisonous snakes with bloody mouths opened and bit Dumbledore.
Golden light burst out, and wherever it passed, the snake turned into ashes.
The attack and response speeds of both of them have reached their limit. The air has become sticky due to the escaping magic, and Apparition has become increasingly difficult. Originally, Dumbledore had Fawkes as his helper, but because of the rush to travel, Fawkes is still recovering.
He was deeply puzzled.
You have to know that Grindelwald had just defeated the siege of three hundred Aurors. They were Aurors, not pigs.
But why didn't he feel tired at all? Instead, he was full of energy, full of fighting spirit, and in peak condition?
On the contrary, even though Fox was dragging him along, the changes in the ultra-long-distance space would have a certain impact on his mind, and his consciousness would be a little more blurred than usual.
In the end, the battle still ended in a draw. Grindelwald had no intention of fighting to the death, and Dumbledore could not stop him on his own.
After destroying the surrounding environment and turning the barren mountain into a sea of purple and gold flowers, the two stopped tacitly.
"Give me your Auror, Grindelwald."
Grindelwald sneered. "I suggest you go back and see a doctor, Albus. I worked so hard to capture someone, and you want to leave after just ten words."
"You're making a mortal enemy of those Ministry of Magic people."
"We've been sworn enemies for a long time." Grindelwald slowly rose, looking down at Dumbledore. "Tell Babajid, if you dare to touch any of the Bulgarians, I'll kill ten Aurors, and then I'll capture more."
"Albus, if you continue to be held hostage by those ridiculous morals and absurd carelessness, you will never be my opponent and will always be the passive victim. Think it over, and next weekend, bring your student, Tom Riddle, to the Berlin Windwalk."
After saying that, Grindelwald turned into a streak of light and sped away in the direction of Berlin. Dumbledore watched him disappear without a trace, sighed softly, took out his address book to contact Babajid, but ended up seeing the news that Durmstrang had been breached.
This is not just about being tired, it's about wanting to die.
He really wanted to kill all these losers and then die himself.
All the former god-level teammates have retired. How can we win with a bunch of idiot teammates now?
If you don't have the ability, don't provoke Grindelwald. Why not maintain a stalemate and look for loopholes? You had to rush in and give away your lives. Not only did you lose hundreds of Aurors, but you also lost a school.
Babajid's haggard and hopeful face soon appeared on the notebook. Apparently, he had learned about the battle from the Auror who had escaped. [The last hope is Dumbledore.]
picture.
But when he saw the anger hidden in Dumbledore's indifference, his heart skipped a beat and he said in a hoarse voice, "Failed?"
"I've said this many times," Dumbledore said, not wanting to play along. "If Grindelwald wants to leave, I can't stop him. Your three hundred Aurors were easily defeated in half an hour, even though his magical powers were at their peak."
"How can he be so strong?" Babajide exclaimed.
"Because he's Grindelwald."
Dumbledore gave a seemingly nonsense but reasonable reason, "He wants me to go to Berlin to negotiate with him next week, Babajid, try your best to do this last thing well.
After saying that, Dumbledore cut off the connection.
In North America, at the International Federation of Witches headquarters, Babajide slumped in his chair.
"One last thing..."
He knew that he was finished. This action was planned by him and the Ministers of Magic. Whether it was the upcoming storm of public opinion or the anger of many countries, they needed an outlet.
If this outlet for his feelings isn't him (for money), who else could it be?
Babajid despaired and found that he had no way to break the deadlock. No, there was indeed a way, that was to capture Grindelwald before the situation escalated, but was it possible?
at the same time.
call out!
Grindelwald flew towards Berlin for a while, then suddenly stopped, and Tom jumped out of the small world.
"Won't you take a break?"
Tom seemed to be in good spirits, but Grindelwald was still worried and asked.
To be honest, only Tom and Andros could handle the situation of having to deal with dozens or even hundreds of people at all times. If he were to do it himself, he would have to use more roundabout methods to deal with them.
"It's fine." Tom shook his head. "I was fully recovered by the time you and Dumbledore were arguing, and there were no problems with the sun."
"If we go back to school now, maybe we can catch Hermione and Ginny's match."
Grindelwald was speechless.
Young man, you just nearly turned the magic world upside down, and yet you're still thinking about Xiaogang's pretend game?
"Then you go back. I'll go to Durmstrang and take a look. After so many years, I wonder how much has changed."
Grindel suddenly changed his mind.
The two parted ways here, Tom went south back to the Scottish Highlands, and Grindelwald changed his route and continued north.
Chapter 368: Half a Foot Into the King of the Century, Durmstrang Falls
Hogwarts, Tom was still a step late.
When he arrived at the auditorium, students were walking out in twos and threes, and Professor Flitwick and Lupin were dismantling the stage.
"Tom!"
Daphne was always the first to notice Tom, and she came in skipping with Astoria in her arms.
"Where did you go today? I couldn't find you all day."
"I'm hiding in my little world, studying and experimenting with some new magic."
Tom stroked her little head and smoothed her fur. "How was the result of today's match? Did Hermione qualify?"
He didn't ask Ginny because there was no suspense.
"Yeah, I almost lost to Potter,"
Astoria said with lingering fear. "Potter used the Disarming Charm as an Exploding Charm, causing a huge commotion and scaring Hermione to the point of panic.
In the end, she accidentally used the Transfiguration Charm to transform the crack in the ring into a huge mouth and swallowed Potter, and only then did she win."
"Later, in the final against Malfoy, her emotions were much more stable, and she easily won and got out of bed."
Just by listening to Astoria's description, Tom could imagine how chaotic and funny the scene must have been. But since they won, it was good, and it would also give Hermione more confidence.
When fighting, regardless of other things, you must have enough momentum. As long as you can suppress the opponent with momentum, you have already won three points.
Whether you use magic or fists, the same principle applies.
"So where is Hermione now?" Tom asked again.
Astoria said, "She and Ginny were both pulled back by the Gryffindor students to celebrate. This time, the second and third year representatives were all their students.
Tom nodded, not meaning to interrupt. "Okay, I'll get back to my work and stay with you guys tomorrow."
After saying that, one of them gave him a pat on the head as a consolation, and then hurried back to relive the flash of inspiration during the battle just now.
Looking at the boy's hurriedly leaving back, Daphne pouted in grievance.
"Why are you busy again?"
Recently, because of his mental clone, Tom's free time suddenly increased, and most of it was spent accompanying them. Daphne was a little uncomfortable with not seeing him for the past two days.
Astoria, like a sister, comforted him, "Tom must have something important to do. Let's not make things worse."
"I know." Daphne snorted, "Just a few complaints, come on, let's go find the giant octopus to play with.
After saying that, he took his sister's hand and walked towards the Black Lake.
In the study space, the projection of the battle kept reappearing in the air. Tom lay on the lawn and looked up, but his eyes were blank.
It seemed that he had won the battle just now very easily, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he defeated the enemy with one move, but the danger involved was difficult to reflect.
If there hadn't been screams of fear, he would never have been able to defeat so many Aurors before Dumbledore arrived. Even if Dumbledore didn't show up today, if both sides fought to the end, at least most of them would have had the energy to escape.
This is a magic that changed the entire battle situation. There is nothing to analyze.
What Tom was recalling was the pressure he felt when facing the siege of hundreds of people. His magic power was squeezed by a huge net, and every time he cast a spell, he was trying to break free from the quagmire.
The feeling brought by high pressure is completely different from normal spellcasting, even facing Andros who is going all out is completely different.
A wizard is a person who changes the world based on will and magic. The wills of hundreds of people reached a consensus briefly, and the whole world was almost assimilated by them, and they regarded him as an enemy.
"Andros." Tom called softly, and Andros soon appeared in front of him.
"Do me a favor and break my defensive spell."
Tom jumped up and cast spells around him. Although Andros didn't know what he was thinking, he still cooperated and cast a powerful spell.
Then it didn't break.
Tom didn't say anything, but his eyes were full of disgust—Can you do this?
Andros's old face flushed, and a guardian angel over ten meters tall rose from the ground and slapped Tom. This time Tom was obedient, and the protective shield was crushed like an eggshell.
Of course he was not looking for trouble, but wanted to conduct an experiment.
Andros controlled his strength very well. After breaking the protective shield, he withdrew his hand and looked at Tom. Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and showed a relieved smile.
The broken protective shield was slowly and laboriously reassembling. After dozens of seconds, Tom opened his eyes and shook his head helplessly.
"Failed."
"No, this is success," Andros corrected him. "You're already on the right path. Willpower trumps magic. When you can apply it with ease, that will be the day you become king."
Ordinary wizards' control of magic all follows a process, that is, brewing it in the body, adding emotions, and then releasing it.
Just now, Tom was trying to control the magic power that had already been used and complete the entire process outside the body. This was the effect of will and the first step for them to influence the world.
"Do it a few more times and remember that feeling."
Andros struck while the iron was hot and became Tom's sparring partner, helping him to catch as much inspiration as possible. As long as he succeeded this time, he could save at least a few years of hard training.
It is said that genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent hard work, and neither is indispensable. However, many people do not know that the ninety-nine percent effort of a genius may be nine hundred and ninety-nine, or even more, for an ordinary person.
A single melee allowed Tom to step half a foot into the threshold of the King of the Century. To be honest, Andros was a little jealous. He had offended almost all the Greek wizards to reach this point.
No, he couldn't suffer alone. When Grindelwald came back, he would definitely drag him down with him.
At Durmstrang, Grindelwald didn't know that Andros had already set his sights on him.
The process of capturing Durmstrang went smoothly, without even a proper battle. After the professors were captured, the students completely lost their will to resist. After the wands were confiscated, only a few saints were needed to keep watch and ensure that there would be no trouble.
When Grindelwald arrived, he did not hold any small meeting but directly took everyone to the auditorium. All the professors were released and stood with the students.
Eyes filled with tension, fear, uneasiness, hatred, and disgust fell on Grindelwald, and they almost subconsciously ignored the still-tied headmaster, Igor Karkaroff.
Karkaroff's heart was also broken at this time.
He had fled England to avoid reckoning, but ended up falling into the hands of the Dark Lord. This was a completely unprovoked disaster.
"Quiet."
Grindelwald uttered two words, and the atmosphere in the auditorium immediately became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and it was terribly depressing.
But he didn't care. Instead, he stood at the front of the platform and slowly closed his eyes, recalling his time in school. After a few minutes, he slowly spoke:
"One hundred years... a full hundred years."
"One hundred years ago, I joined this great school. I can still vividly remember the vibrant and flourishing scene. Ever since Nerida Volkanova founded Durmstrang, the school has had an unimaginable glorious history. Yet, now... it has fallen to this state.
"I don't understand when the standards for selecting school principals became so low."
Grindelwald waved his wand, and Karkaroff floated into the air.
"Do you know who he is?" he asked the teachers and students.
No one dared to answer, and Grindelwald did not get angry. Instead, he allowed Karkaroff to regain his ability to speak, and the light of the spell fell on his heart.
"In that case, let him introduce himself."
"Igor Karkaroff, tell them where you come from and what you have experienced in your past."
Under the threat of death, Karkaroff no longer cared about his dignity and answered according to Grindelwald's request.
"I'm from England, I'm a Death Eater, and I once served the Dark Lord."
"Wrong answer."
The power of the spell blew Karkaroff away, and he fell into the crowd, causing screams. Karkaroff's body kept twitching, and soon he foamed at the mouth and fainted.
"Dark Lord? No, Voldemort is just an ordinary dark wizard with some power."
Grindelwald's slow, measured voice reached everyone's ears clearly. "Not every clown can be king, and a true king wouldn't use fear as a tool of rule."
"And you... just let one of his dogs become the headmaster, lording it over Durmstrang. I'm very disappointed."
Upon hearing this, many students lowered their heads in shame.
Durmstrang is the school that places the most emphasis on bloodline and identity among all the magic schools. Most people here have their own pride, and after hearing what Grindelwald said, they also reacted.
It turns out that their respected principal is actually someone else's dog.
A commotion broke out in the quiet auditorium. Grindelwald remained calm, waiting for their emotions to settle before calmly saying,
"I know many of you hate me because your elders died in the war, but this is the truth of the world. There is no right or wrong. Only strength is king. War is a fight to the death—"
"Just before I came here, another three hundred Aurors fell into my hands. Perhaps your parents were among them?"
The students at Durmstrang were all very nervous, especially the young wizards whose elders were Aurors, who were almost fainting from fear.
"Until you have the power to resist me, all you can do is obey. Do you understand?"
Grindelwald's gaze swept across the entire audience, his calm expression carrying a frightening pressure.
The spirit of Durmstrang's teachers and students completely dissipated.