As a revolutionary leader who nearly overthrew the entire wizarding world, Gellert Grindelwald is naturally not too unfamiliar with large-scale personnel deployment and macro-level strategic deployment.
Even after half a century, when the aging first generation Dark Lord and his no longer young believers gathered together again, the compatibility between the two parties was still the same as before - even more so than in the past.
Smooth and efficient.
After experiencing the baptism of time, these once naive and reckless idealists have long since matured.
Although the number of people has shrunk by more than half compared to the past, almost everyone in this group of saints who have reunited with Grindelwald is capable of supporting a small self-operating stronghold on their own.
This is why Grindelwald can spread the work so freely among everyone.
Compared to him who was imprisoned in Nurmengarde Castle, these old guys who had been anonymous in the non-magical world for decades had already surpassed him in terms of how to treat others and how to bargain with Muggles.
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But even so, by the time Gellert Grindelwald completed all the mission assignments related to the "Soviet Strategy" and returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, it was already almost midnight.
Hogwarts Castle has long fallen asleep.
Except for the lights in the principal's office on the top floor, the rest of the castle was already dark. Even the light in Hagrid's cabin by the Forbidden Forest in the distance gradually dimmed a few minutes ago.
Snapped.
The fireplace in the principal's office was filled with flames and made a faint crackling sound.
Then, a slightly tired old voice came out.
"Sorry, Albus, I'm a little late."
Dumbledore, who was working on the parchment in his hands, raised his head, showed a heartfelt smile, and looked at Grindelwald, who was leaning out of the fireplace.
At this time, the first generation Dark Lord has returned to his original appearance.
"Well, I received your text message."
Dumbledore pointed to a note on the table, looked at his old friend with a tired face, and smiled softly.
"It seems that everything is going smoothly? I originally thought that it might take another quarter of an hour for you to get away from there, but you are still..."
"This is not my fault."
Grindelwald shook his head noncommittally, took out his wand and shook it flexibly by his side, while cleaning away the soot from the fireplace, and answered casually.
"They are no longer young people in their twenties or thirties. I only need to tell them the goals, as well as the main paths and precautions to achieve the goals. As for the rest, they are better than me at how to handle it."
"but……"
Grindelwald untied his robe and hung it by the bird stand of Fawkes. His eyes passed across Dumbledore's table and finally landed on the row of light brown glass medicine bottles placed on Dumbledore's right side.
He frowned subconsciously.
"Why are you taking this medicine again? Did Elena get into trouble again while I was away?"
"Actually, it's not a big deal. I remember you have experienced it several times."
Dumbledore took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose, rubbed his swollen eyebrows, and showed a helpless expression on his face.
"Miss Kaslana took the other three little girls and blew up half of the History of Magic classroom. All the walls near the windows were blown away. The house elves are still collecting the scattered wall debris and trying to find a way to make it easier.
Fix it."
Grindelwald: "..."
After hearing Dumbledore's words, the old man first thought of his bedroom with a big hole in Nurmengard Castle. Outside the hole was the beautiful Austrian snow-capped mountains scenery...
Immediately afterwards, there were the pile of broken boards in Elena's room below his former bedroom, and the blown-off door at the castle door...
besides……
"Um...that girl Elena...hasn't she been quite good lately..."
The first-generation Dark Lord twitched his lips and looked at Dumbledore with confusion on his face.
"I remember just last night, weren't you still saying that Elena has been very obedient recently and that the children's mutual help learning plan is going smoothly?"
"No, it's all an illusion."
Dumbledore's face darkened and he waved his hand.
"Before, it was just because the noise they caused was relatively small, so I didn't notice it. If it weren't for the experimental accident that happened today, it might be possible that the castle would be blown up to the sky by these little guys one day."
"Exploded to the sky? Your description is a bit exaggerated."
Grindelwald grinned, "With that little guy's strength, it's still unrealistic to blow up a magically protected castle - even if the magic in her body is drained, it will collapse at best.
Just one or two towers falling."
"It was like this in the past, but it won't be the same in the future. Come and take a look at this."
Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile, picked up a piece of parchment filled with formulas and letters from the table and handed it to Grindelwald.
Although he has not fully understood the [chemistry] knowledge yet, for Dumbledore, who has a certain foundation of alchemy knowledge, one night is enough for him to understand most of the contents.
Especially...when he has a large amount of ready-made raw materials at hand, as well as the detailed experimental process recorded by Luna.
According to the girls' records, the process of this kind of "little chemistry experiment" is not very complicated in the first place.
After Elena and others left the principal's office, Dumbledore quickly found a safe and stable open place and began to try to reproduce some of the basic experiments that Elena had conducted before.
Verifying conjectures from phenomena and results, mastering principles and summarizing rules in practice, this is the most normal experimental process and mind map - maybe Dumbledore does not understand the so-called chemical bonds and equations for the time being, but this does not
It does not affect him to follow the steps on the scratch paper and complete most of the operations.
And once a simple mixed explosive is formed, whether it is detonated using an explosive spell or a conventional flame, there is no obstacle for Dumbledore.
"What's this?"
Grindelwald glanced at the dense formulas and numbers on the parchment, curled his lips, raised his head and looked at Dumbledore and asked.
"This is what Elena has been tinkering with and researching these days, and at the same time... it is also the main reason why she blew up the History of Magic classroom today. She called this [Magichemical]"
As Dumbledore spoke, he pointed to the parchment in Grindelwald's hand, his expression gradually became serious, and he spoke in a calm voice.
"According to the experimental records provided by the children, I selectively tested it five or six times. Although it cannot achieve Elena's effect, it... is enough to prove and deduce many things."
"Times have changed, Gail! We might need to talk, and I need to hear your opinion."