Gellert Grindelwald, recognized by the wizarding world as the most powerful dark wizard in history.
However, in the current "recognition" of the British wizarding community, this name must be followed by the modifier "one".
At least in the eyes of most British wizards, the Dark Lord who wreaked havoc in Europe and America half a century ago can be regarded as one of the most powerful dark wizards in history, second only to Tom Riddle who later became Voldemort - after all
Grindelwald never invaded Britain.
What's more, compared to Voldemort and the Death Eaters, who disappeared only ten years ago, the story of Grindelwald and the saints is too far away.
"Listen to me, Cornelius," said Dumbledore, "if Voldemort spreads terror, then Grindelwald's arrival means war - the Wizarding War. In the last war, the magical heritage of Europe and the East
I almost suffered a devastating blow. If..."
"Oh, no, no, no, those are all old-fashioned history that happened in the European magic world decades ago."
Cornelius Fudge took a deep breath and interrupted Dumbledore angrily, "Well, I shouldn't have asked about the heyday! For God's sake, Dumbledore-Grindelwald
After being imprisoned for nearly half a century, his experience has long become a story for children. After all these years, you still think that he can threaten the Ministry of Magic. He is just a descendant of dark wizards. Dumbledore, what do you think?
Can you scare me?"
"Obviously, our headmaster stubbornly believes that those saints who have repented will continue to obey Grindelwald."
Lucius Malfoy stroked his cane and teased softly, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
Other school board members and Ministry of Magic officials also echoed, looking at Dumbledore with different expressions. Although most of them did not say it clearly, the meaning revealed in their eyes was clear enough - Albus Dumbledore, maybe
I am really too old, too confused, and starting to become suspicious.
However, as the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones was suddenly stunned. She seemed to have remembered something.
"In mid-September of the year before last, I went to Salzburg, Austria. You should still remember it, right?"
Dumbledore ignored the glances around him and continued speaking calmly, glancing at the Minister of Magic as he spoke.
"We were discussing the Gringotts Goblin situation at the time. The Austrian Ministry of Magic sent an urgent message for help. Grindelwald escaped from prison - the 'Saints Summoning Magic' appeared in Salzburg - you can roughly understand it as a large-scale
The Dark Mark - At the same time, dozens of officials from the Austrian Ministry of Magic have lost contact. You should have heard this content at the time. These warnings are enough to illustrate the danger of Grindelwald!"
"I don't see anything to worry about!"
Cornelius Fudge choked for a moment, then turned red and shouted louder.
"It later turned out that the alarm was triggered by mistake. Those idiots from the Austrian Ministry of Magic were arrested by the Muggle police, and the outdated old man is still staying in Nurmengard Castle. I don't understand this boring farce at all.
I think it has any reference value!”
Outdated... old thing?
Hearing this, Elena and Dumbledore glanced at the "old thing" at the same time.
But what surprised Elena was that a strange smile actually appeared on Grindelwald's face.
"Ahem... um - Dear British Minister of Magic, is the only channel you usually get information from is the Daily Prophet?"
Grindelwald coughed lightly, gave Dumbledore a reassuring look, and then turned his gaze back to Fudge.
"As long as you paid a little attention to the international magic situation, you wouldn't have made such silly remarks that made people laugh. During that time, the front pages of major newspapers in the European magic world were all about magic symbols floating in the sky over Salzburg. If it weren't for
Dumbledore arrived in time, and the Austrian Ministry of Magic almost announced the outbreak of the Third Wizarding War. Young man, you should maintain correspondence with the gentlemen of the International Confederation of Wizards at least once a week."
Unlike other wizards present, Grindelwald, wearing the "Paracelsus" vest, has too many BUFFs:
Foreigner, Immortal, Great Alchemist, Founder of Therapist Theory...
Even though what he just said was quite rude, as a "young man" Cornelius Fudge still didn't have much room to get angry - of course, there was no need for him to stand up and get angry, because there were still people beside him.
There are capable people who can help him refute.
"The British Ministry of Magic is different from other places, oh, maybe it's not so modest to say this..."
Umbridge cleared her throat and said in a sweet, sweet voice, with a cold fake smile on her big, fat, pale face.
"But I have to point out some of your misunderstandings. Even when Gellert Grindelwald was at his most arrogant, he and his followers never set foot in the British wizarding world. If that person decades ago
Dark wizards dare to come here, I believe the lads in the Auror office-"
"Ahem, I'll interrupt you a moment. If you had it to do over again, how many Aurors do you think you would need to summon to escape in front of me?"
"Sorry, what did you say?"
The smile on Umbridge's face suddenly froze.
"Hey, have you forgotten that not long ago, you and the boys in the Auror office you mentioned just had a discussion with me?"
Grindelwald grinned and looked at Umbridge in surprise, still with that weird smile on his face.
He glanced at Fudge meaningfully before continuing unhurriedly.
"I must remind you that Gellert Grindelwald's power and danger are far greater than mine. If he really breaks into the Ministry of Magic at all costs to seek revenge - let alone whether the British Ministry of Magic can retain him.
He is dead - do you think that when people know the target and reason of his revenge, how many people are willing to sacrifice their lives to fight against him... Or, do you plan to let Dumbledore protect you 24 hours a day?"
"Frankly speaking, in order to stay away from that terrible Dark Lord, I even abandoned my alchemy room and took refuge in Hogwarts."
Grindelwald smacked his lips at Umbridge and the others, shook his head, looked around, and whispered in admiration.
"And you actually want to force him to come here? I really don't know if you are ignorant or courageous... If Grindelwald's only blood descendant is fired because of your pressure, or something worse happens, do you think he
Will you still keep your promise and imprison yourself in Nurmengard?"
Umbridge's face turned redder and redder, and she looked as if she had been poured a whole pot of boiling water.
Cornelius Fudge looked even more confused, as if someone had given him a heavy blow. He blinked his eyes dazedly, looking at Paracelsus (played by Grindelwald) who had "left home".
Wandering between him and Dumbledore, he seemed to have just realized the seriousness of the matter.
He stammered and his eyes moved towards Dumbledore unconsciously.
"But...but he wouldn't have the guts, right? If he planned to murder a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore..."
"I think I should have told you clearly just now," Dumbledore said, "In a one-on-one wizard duel, I may be slightly better than Grindelwald, but only in a fair duel. I really dare not
Just imagine, as the Dark Lord who once respected the supremacy of wizards and the power of blood, when he learned that his last blood descendant in the world had an accident, how crazy Grindelwald and his followers would take revenge."
"I have to admit that perhaps the number of saints still taking orders from Grindelwald is not as large as it once was..."
Dumbledore crossed his slender fingertips and watched with a solemn expression as Cornelius Fudge's face gradually turned from red to white.
"However, two years ago, on that night in mid-September - if you don't believe it, write and ask the ladies and gentlemen at the International Confederation of Wizards or the Austrian Ministry of Magic - the night sky in Salzburg was transformed by Grindelwald's
The symbols light up and every street flashes the same symbol."
"No one knows how many saints there are in that city waiting to be called, but I think there should be more than the number of people in the Auror office."
Fudge's mouth opened and closed, as if there were no words to describe his shock and confusion at this time.
On the other side, Professor McGonagall's expression was not much better.
You know, Elena Kaslana personally "persuaded" her to go to Hogwarts. She even began to wonder if it was because of this that Dumbledore insisted on asking her to "pick up" Elena for admission.
The child's special identity: Dumbledore tricked people quite a lot.
"so……"
There was a moment of silence, and then Ms. Bones's voice sounded in the office.
She pushed up her monocle and said expressionlessly, seemingly not affected too much.
"Can I understand that based on a certain verbal agreement, you promised to take care of the descendants of Grindelwald in exchange for the temporary stability of the situation in the magical world. With all due respect, I have listened for so long and I have not found anything reliable.
Guarantee - we can cooperate, but it must be worth it.”
As the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones naturally knows how dangerous Gellert Grindelwald is.
However, on the other hand, she also keenly discovered the fatal flaw in Dumbledore's story.
"Oh, that's not just a verbal agreement - Grindelwald's promise is obviously not that reliable, is it?"
Dumbledore nodded gently and raised his right hand calmly.
The next moment, three magic marks emerged.
"Unbreakable Vow?"
Lucius Malfoy's eyes narrowed and he subconsciously let out a low exclamation.
After Voldemort's fall, he tried various methods to remove the mark on the back of his hand, but none of them worked - part of the magical principle of the Dark Mark was based on the Unbreakable Oath. Unless Voldemort truly disappears from the world, otherwise the mark will not work.
It cannot be removed.
And since he realized this, Lucius has been in fear.
A few months ago, Peter Pettigrew's terrible "failed" conspiracy had confirmed his suspicions.
Voldemort is not completely dead, he is still dormant somewhere in the wizarding world, waiting for the opportunity to come back.
At the same time, other wizards in the office also exclaimed.
"Miss Kaslana, and your..."
Before anyone could ask more questions, Dumbledore sighed and turned to look at Elena, who was sitting not far away.
"Okay, Mr. Principal. Since you think it's necessary -"
Elena shrugged and raised her right hand reluctantly.
The bright white magic light lit up on the back of the girl's hand, which was exactly the same as the mark on Dumbledore's hand.
"This is……"
Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at Dumbledore in confusion.
"As you can see, I signed an unbreakable oath with Grindelwald and Elena. This is a three-party contract——"
Dumbledore's wrinkled face looked even older in the magic light, and the old man explained calmly.
"I will take Gellert Grindelwald's place in asylum, take care of Miss Kaslana, and at the same time keep her away from conflicts as much as possible - of course, I also have the power and obligation to discipline and restrain his descendants on his behalf -
As the Headmaster and elder of Hogwarts."
"Okay, I think the explanation is almost clear. Let's sign a confidentiality magic agreement."
Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it nimbly in mid-air, conjuring a pile of parchment out of thin air.
"Sign the agreement?!" Cornelius Fudge exclaimed, as if he suddenly came to life again, "What else do we want to sign?"
"Regarding the confidentiality of today's conversation, Elena's identity will not be revealed to anyone," Dumbledore said. "There are many lunatics in this world who are afraid of chaos. If some extreme people know this, then they will
He might assassinate Elena and start a war!"
As he spoke, Dumbledore waved his wand again, and the parchment floated to everyone in turn.
After being baptized by Gringotts experts and Elena's contracts, today's magical contracts are at least more rigorous than the current two eras.
Perhaps everyone in the Ministry of Magic does not clearly understand the brilliance of this "confidentiality contract", but just from the densely packed and carefully crafted clauses, they can feel the invisible pressure - this
It's like the legendary devil's contract.
"Oh, I believe I must have misunderstood you, Professor Dumbledore."
Umbridge said, she glanced at the magical contract with harsh conditions, her expression was a little ugly.
"I may be too stupid, but I feel that your actions seem to imply that someone among us may leak the secret?!"
"That's right. Of all the people present, you are the only one who has asked this kind of question."
Grindelwald nodded casually, slowly pulled out his wand, and showed a malicious smile.
"You don't have to sign it - didn't Dumbledore say that? Forgetting the spell or signing the contract, choose one of the two methods. To be honest, I really don't understand, why did you provoke that child? Now your curiosity
I'm satisfied, but I also have a lot of extra responsibilities."
"If you continue to make things difficult for Miss Kaslana in school after this, I will really doubt your motives."
Grindelwald's voice was very soft, but people could clearly feel the suffocating and terrifying aura surrounding this old man.
"Or, from the very beginning, you planned to start a wizard war and step on countless human corpses to find an opportunity to climb up?"
"Absurd, crazy," Umbridge whispered, subconsciously stepping back step by step, "Crazy..."
However, she didn't take a few steps back before she suddenly stopped.
Something hard pressed against her back.
"Sorry, Ms. Umbridge, this time I agree with Professor Dumbledore."
Lucius Malfoy had a formidable expression on his face, and his cane was slightly forward, pressing against Umbridge.
For hundreds of years, the secret to the Malfoy family's everlasting prosperity has been to always stand on the side of the winner.