I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts Chapter 252

Dumbledore would have noticed that when his father succeeded in the election, Dumbledore would have spoken to the new minister about the recent murders, and his suspicious father would have been more careful, even if he had the chance to rob him. Soul curse, hidden dangers will also be buried...

Dumbledore will even find his father under control, when the master's plans will be exposed, and their operations for so many years will be in vain...

Unconsciously, Barty broke out in a cold sweat. His fear wasn't from a possible breakdown in his relationship with his father, but simply because he feared that his master's plans would be thwarted.

Thinking of this, Barty immediately bowed and apologized: "I didn't think enough, master."

Evan Rozier, who had a large chunk on his head, also crouched down tremblingly and kept begging for forgiveness.

Sean glanced at the two of them coldly and said indifferently: "In the future, take your brains and act, understand?"

"Yes, thank you for your kindness, Master."

Sean glanced around the Death Eaters present again, and left the last sentence coldly: "At the critical period of the plan, take care of your careful thoughts."

Then he turned into a black mist and left Malfoy Manor.

After Sean left, the Death Eaters were still half-bowed respectfully, a scene especially eerie in the living room where the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point.

After a long time, a group of talents raised their heads. While inquiring about the expressions of their companions, they secretly calmed their own heartbeats.

Many people wore masks, and the faces in the shadows were a little ugly.

The Dark Lord is more terrifying than before...

The organization of Death Eaters originated from Voldemort's bloodline theory. Purebloods were attracted by their ideas and convinced by their strength. Of course, their masters became stronger and more stringent under their watchful eyes, and even...

Those who had these thoughts in their hearts pursed their lips tightly, and they raised their heads to secretly look elsewhere, but they happened to meet another timid look.

Sure enough, I'm not the only one who thinks this way... Many people have such thoughts.

Yes, over the years, the Dark Lord has become more and more... unreasonable.

The mighty man became irritable and shallow, and high-handedness became the only way for him to tame the Death Eaters.

It's not that they haven't seen Death Eaters who have been punished or even lost their lives for saying wrong things, doing wrong things, but they can clearly feel it when the Dark Lord returns this time in a brand new body.

This powerful dark wizard has become a little different again, his irritable thinking has calmed down, his thoughts have returned to the keenness of his early years, and his actions have become more and more elusive.

However, the cruel means did not ease, only two gatherings, the original most fanatical believer Antonin Dolokhov has been turned into ashes, and several people suffered terrible torture.

Voldemort has become more cruel...that's what most Death Eaters think.

As subordinates, no, as servants, it should be a blessing for their masters to become resourceful again, but it means that they will have to be more cautious when facing the Dark Lord in the future.

Many people have already sighed secretly in their hearts, and the heavy heart of the betrayal is also hidden under the mask.

Bella folded her arms across her chest. She scanned the crowd just like Sean did just now, and finally sneered: "Ha - Master, he is strong enough, sometimes he doesn't care about certain things - but I'm different. , as his most loyal servant, I am obliged to do the little things he is too lazy to do..."

She paced slowly in the living room under the gazes of others, looked at everyone's eyes carefully, and finally said, "Your thoughts are all in the eyes of the Dark Lord, he gave you a chance, don't waste it , otherwise—I will personally send someone to Dolokhov."

No one said anything else, and they and their companions exchanged one last glance before Apparating away from here.

The night outside the window was getting darker.

When Sean came out of the vanishing cabinet and returned to the Hogwarts lounge, he stretched his waist and muttered, "There's something inexplicably handy..."

He found himself imitating Voldemort's threats against the Death Eaters, and everything seemed so natural, as if he were Voldemort "the devil".

"Do I really have the potential to be the Dark Lord?" Sean complained to himself, shaking his head down the stairs.

In the shadow of the stone corridor behind him, Grindelwald, who had bid farewell to Sean before, smiled and looked at the direction Sean was leaving.

He heard Sean muttering to himself, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more powerful.

With such a smile, he returned to the office.

In the room, Dumbledore was leaning on the wooden railing and looking at the dark night sky outside, wondering what he was thinking.

Grindelwald casually returned to his chair and sat down, and said nonchalantly, "Have any eyes yet?"

Dumbledore turned his head, and his brows were slightly wrinkled: "I found out some, although it is not complete, but the exposed people all have the same identities..."

"What dog is better than the Wizards United Guard?" Grindelwald sneered.

Dumbledore nodded: "Their determination to promote the formation of the Guard is beyond my imagination. Herbert Burke's crime is conclusive, but he has not been sent to Azkaban."

Grindelwald picked up the newspaper on the table and flipped it casually, and said easily: "What tricks can there be... First convict one, and then only need to meet in private, I think the Bock family is still willing to support the establishment of the **** team. In exchange for Herbert's freedom. Well, I think, convicted so quickly, others thought Fudge was under public pressure, I think he should have met those people too? After all, if there is no external force , and his defeat in the July election is almost a certainty."

Dumbledore sighed: "Fudge...he's been acting too anxious lately..."

"Of course he's like a wizard? He's more of a politician than any of the politicians in the Muggle world."

"But now, the British Ministry of Magic is just a microcosm. The forces behind the **** are almost beyond my imagination, Gellert, haven't you heard the news before?"

Faced with Dumbledore's suspicions, Grindelwald snorted, and then said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "Albus, you won't forget what you said back then?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, but an apologetic look appeared on his face.

"Grindelwald - prove it to me, prove that you no longer want to undermine the Secrecy Act, prove that you are no longer targeting official forces in the wizarding world, prove -" Grindelwald lowered his voice and imitated Dumbledore The tone of Lido's words when he was serious, and then he sneered again, and put his legs on the table wantonly, "Albus, for that prophecy, I gave up the easy victory, in order to gain your trust, I shrunk in. To be a headmaster as ridiculous as you are in this castle. I thought that after so many years, we at least became comrades-in-arms again, you doubt me now?"

Dumbledore was silent for a while, and before he could speak, Grindelwald spoke as if he was "chasing after victory", his voice getting louder and louder: "In the past so many years, you didn't even want to talk to me more than necessary, You didn't get back in touch with me until Shaun's kid started school - and that's when I got rid of Tom Riddle for you."

"Oh, the great Albus Dumbledore," Grindelwald stretched out his hands strangely and raised his eyebrows, "I thought I won back my trust, so it's all just because of Sean?"

Dumbledore sighed, rubbed his temples with a headache, and finally slowed his voice: "Okay I admit it - so I apologize now, Gellert, I shouldn't have doubted you."

Grindelwald's displeased expression disappeared, and he changed his face faster than Apparition: "Okay I forgive you—damn, why didn't I record your apology to me?"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly: "Let's get down to business, Gellert, you have more sources than me outside the UK, and you have to have a snack."

Grindelwald spread his hands: "Do you think that being a principal doesn't require employees? I can only do my best. After all, your old friend is no longer the Dark Lord."

"They're huge, and the investigation is not that difficult... The question now is, what is their purpose."

Only now did Grindelwald put away his casual expression. He held his chin and thought for a while before saying, "The method is not very clever, it's all the rest of the game I played back then... In fact, the purpose was when the identity of the person behind the scenes was revealed. It will be clear, what is the purpose of the **** team, which is obviously the right to speak in the wizarding world. You must know that, except for my meeting, the official wizarding forces in the world have never pulled up a decent wizarding army, and violent weapons represent The right to speak."

Dumbledore nodded: "If they have enough momentum, it will be very troublesome."

Grindelwald snapped his fingers: "Then it depends on what they want to do. Obviously, they don't want to give me this old man's wish to fulfill the wish of the year. Although they suppressed the pure-blood family, they just wanted to win the opponent's side. In my opinion , they are most likely to suppress dissidents after the formation of the **** team is completed, and then completely infiltrate the Ministry of Magic of various countries."

Dumbledore frowned, Grindelwald's thoughts coincided with his.

"Their ideas are similar to mine back then, but the difference in one word is a world of difference, 'Sorcerer Supreme' and 'Pure Blood Wizard Supreme', sigh, idiots with no vision." Grindelwald snorted coldly.

Dumbledore glanced at the disdainful old friend beside him, and he said in a deep voice, "We must consider whether there are deeper forces behind them, such as the thief whose identity has not yet been identified."

Grindelwald knew that the other party was talking about the mysterious man who stole the key to the blurred illusion, and he narrowed his eyes: "It would be easier if we turn to the prophecy, we know far more information than them, and the key to the prophecy is still On Sean—ha, you should have seen what this kid has been up to lately, I admire him so much."

Dumbledore showed a smile: "Sean...but, Gellert, promise me, don't put your ideas in his head completely, can you?"

Grindelwald shrugged innocently: "You don't really think of him as a second-grade kid? He is very mature and knows how to filter information from the outside world. If you see my shadow in him, then It proves that he did feel it was the right thing to do."

"...Okay," Dumbledore shook his head, "I'll have to talk to Fudge again, the United Guard is a bomb..."

"It's probably useless. The two of us have been at ease as principals and studied prophecy for so many years, they should have already started business - the few fires I set back then burned the rights and interests of some ordinary wizards, but after so many years In the past, the original superiors wanted to take these things back. Albus, you should think about it, if the dog than the **** team is established, will the knife come over."

"Yeah..." Dumbledore laughed to himself, "We are the two thickest shadows in front of the knife, but..."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows: "Do you still want to play with your tolerance and love? Albus, you are really... No wonder you asked me to deal with Riddle, but you were not cruel enough."

Dumbledore's light blue eyes flickered slightly under the lens: "Many times, a momentary mood can't solve the underlying problem, and, I must admit, my weaknesses are far more than they think, my concerns, my worries... …”

Grindelwald paused, he sat up straight and looked at each other, and finally laughed: "The great Albus Dumbledore, please indicate the future direction when the time comes."

"If I could see clearly."

The two had a few last words, and Dumbledore left Nurmengard.

In the office, Grindelwald raised his head to look at the dazzling ornate chandelier, and the light reflected in his eyes.

"The great Albus Dumbledore has many weaknesses, and no one will believe it..." He chuckled lightly.

There was a long silence, until Grindelwald got up and walked to his lounge, where the lights went out and his murmurs remained in the room.

"Sometimes, weaknesses make people stronger..."

The night before, he was a ruthless Dark Lord, and the next day he became a good student with a strong thirst for knowledge. Sean's transition between his two identities was quite natural.

However, ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the atmosphere in the school is no longer so simple. Fabian Aiken, who is bent on revenge, often stares at passing Sean with vicious eyes. There are more and more reports, and the other party's arrogance is becoming more and more arrogant.

The students are all discussing whether there is a major event going to happen recently, and Sean and Hermione have determined the initiator of these times through the information - the Wizards' United Guard.

In the case of the continuous arrest of pure blood wizards, ordinary wizards kept shouting hello, but they did not notice that none of those arrested wizards were sentenced - under this situation, news about the United Guard also began It sprang up like mushrooms after the rain.

Most of it is a wizard who defeated a dark wizard, or rescued a gentleman or lady in trouble, or bravely confronted the purebloods.

Many whistleblowers who exposed the illegal acts of pure-blood wizards have bravely stood up, and without exception, they are all related to the Wizards' United Guard.

Under such circumstances, the voices in favor of the establishment of the **** team are getting louder and louder, and the speeches of the Ministry of Magic of various countries have also changed from "discussing in the future" to "under consideration".

The wave is starting to take off.

Chapter end