Argus picked up the Hogwarts acceptance letter and turned the envelope over.
Seeing the school emblem composed of a lion, badger, snake, and eagle, he couldn't hide his excitement, even though he was prepared.
The letter informed Argus of the textbooks, items, and other important information needed for the start of Hogwarts. Argus glanced at it briefly and then handed it to Vinda Rosier.
"I'll have someone prepare the things on this."
"No need, Vinda." Argus shook his head slightly, refusing Vinda Rosier's arrangement.
"There are some things that I'm better off doing myself. Besides, it won't hurt me to get to know my future classmates in Diagon Alley beforehand."
"After this meeting, we don't have much time left. The German and Austrian Ministries of Magic are aware of this and will take action soon."
"Before the news gets out, have the acolytes sell off their assets as quickly as possible. If they can't sell them, just get rid of them. In short, everyone should move to England tonight."
"Do you understand?"
"Understood! Then we..."
"Let's go immediately!"
Argus turned to look at Grindelwald, a hint of sadness in his eyes.
"Old man, who knows when we'll meet again after this departure..."
"Hahaha... Little guy, when have I ever needed your concern!"
"Don't forget, I am Grindelwald!"
Grindelwald interrupted Argus with a smile, stood up, and unleashed a powerful burst of magic from his entire body.
It vaguely resembled the Dark Lord of yesteryear.
But Argus knew that Grindelwald was just putting on a brave face to comfort him.
Although they hadn't spent every day together as father and son over the years, he could clearly tell that he had become a part of Grindelwald's life.
"Take good care of yourself..."
"Father!"
Argus looked at him with a complicated expression and bowed deeply.
Then he turned and left with Vinda.
Grindelwald was left alone, muttering softly in the vast Nurmengard.
"Dumbledore, I am no longer alone."
"Argus… my successor, he will carry on my will… our will from back then!"
...
That evening, Vinda Rosier brought Argus to England.
"Vinda, how many of our assets have been disposed of?"
"About 70%. Many things were prepared long ago, and most of the people have already come out."
Vinda's words relieved Argus.
It's good that they weren't caught!
The number of believers was far less than before; those who survived decades of suppression were the future backbone.
He couldn't do everything himself in the next steps, but with them around, many things would be much easier.
"Argus, I need to remind you that although we have a lot of Galleons, once we get to England, we'll have to start from scratch in many things, and it will definitely cost more."
"If we don't think of a solution, we'll soon be running out of money."
"I've already thought of that!" Argus smiled confidently.
Through years of lying low, he had long since figured out the wizards' business and financial tricks.
Due to the limited number of people and the nature of magic, the wizarding world was currently still in a traditional economic era.
Pure-blood families controlled large quantities of Galleons and magical texts, ruthlessly exploiting ordinary wizards, much like ancient landlords!
Now, it was time for the wizarding world to experience the allure of capitalism.
"It's good that you have an idea."
Vinda was quite confident in Argus regarding this matter.
She knew the other person wouldn't joke about something like this.
"Let's go, I've picked out a few places to stay in England, take a look and see if there's anything you like."
As they spoke, the two arrived at the gate of a luxurious manor.
Two figures, one tall and one short, were waiting at the door.
Before they even got close, they heard a complaint.
"Dad, why can't we just have those house-elves come over? Why do we have to come in person?"
"I'm going to Diagon Alley again tomorrow..."
Should they go to Diagon Alley tomorrow?
Argus keenly perceived the information in the other person's words.
Combined with the other person's condescending tone and their gleaming blonde hair that could be seen even at night...
You didn't even need to think to know who was at the door!
Draco Malfoy!
And his father, Lucius!
"I was just worrying about how to get into the circle of pure-blooded British families, but I didn't expect that someone would deliver a pillow right when I nodded off."
Argus smiled and walked towards the two with Vinda.
At that moment, Lucius was frowning as he looked at his son.
As a long-standing and influential family in the wizarding world, his ability to navigate complex situations with ease was unparalleled in the wizarding community.
Upon learning that someone wanted to buy this luxury estate, he had immediately decided to come over in person.
This was one of the best manors in Malfoy hands, and even some of the Sacred Twenty-Eight would have to grit their teeth to buy it.
From this, the other party's identity was definitely extraordinary!
They were at least a pure-blooded family with a lineage comparable to the Sacred Twenty-Eight!
Even if these connections didn't prove useful in the future, they absolutely could not let them go!
Unfortunately, his own son couldn't see this at all.
His mind was filled with Quidditch!
"Hello ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you, I..."
Seeing Argus and Vinda approach, Lucius temporarily abandoned his plan to teach Draco a lesson.
As a pureblood, he couldn't allow himself to do something so impolite, so he immediately went to greet them.
But the moment he saw the face clearly, his expression froze!
Vinda Rosier!
The Black Rose of France!
Why her?!
How had she ended up in England?!
Lucius couldn't believe his eyes. He thought he had taken the situation seriously enough, but he had underestimated his opponent!
Vinda didn't react much, glancing indifferently at Lucius's blond hair and the family crest on his robe, and said, "Malfoy boy?"
"Yes…yes, Ms. Rosier."
Lucius wiped the sweat from his brow and answered cautiously.
He dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction with Vinda's address; she was old enough to be his grandmother. Not to mention him, even his father wouldn't have dared utter a sound.
What's more, the other party was the number two figure in the acolytes!
Then they absolutely could not afford to offend her!
Draco was equally shocked to see his father like this.
This was the first time he had ever seen his father in such a humble posture!
He had never shown this expression before, not even when Fudge, the Minister of Magic, visited.
Who exactly was the other party?
Seemingly noticing Draco's gaze, Lucius realized his lapse in composure and quickly bowed to Vinda and Argus, introducing himself: "Lucius Malfoy, this is my son Draco, who will be enrolling at Hogwarts soon."
"Oh? A freshman at Hogwarts?" Vinda looked at Draco with interest, then turned to look at Argus.
"Argus, your future classmate."
Lucius and Draco then noticed the little boy next to Vinda. Before Lucius could speak, Draco excitedly went over to him.
"Are you also a new student at Hogwarts?"
"Have you ever played Quidditch? Do you have a flying broomstick?"
"My dad said that when he goes shopping at Diagon Alley tomorrow, he'll buy me the latest Nimbus 2000..."
"Draco!" Lucius scolded in a low voice, then looked at Argus apologetically.
"I'm sorry, sir. Please forgive Draco's rudeness."
"I haven't asked yet..."
Argus smiled and moved with elegance.
"Argus."
"Argus Grindelwald!"