"What's that?"

"Oh my God, is it a Grindelwald logo?"

"It seems that the legend is true, that terrifying Dark Lord, he is back!"

With a few hoarse shouts, the entire Durmstrang castle was almost a mess......

The vast majority of teachers and students did not have a first-hand experience of Gellert Grindelwald's rule...... But even if it is only through the word of mouth of their parents and ancestors, it is impossible for them to forget this symbol, and they can vaguely feel the horror of the Dark Lord.

Many naughty students will copy this mark in their textbooks or clothes on weekdays to pretend to be cool......

But at this moment, they are the ones who scream the loudest.

"Headmaster...... Principal Vance ...... "A middle-aged professor in his thirties and forties ran over out of breath.

"What's the panic!" Professor Winston-Vance suppressed his excitement and pretended to be calm, "All the teachers, escort the students back to the dormitory...... Halloween dinner ends early!"

"Yes...... But...... That marker ......," the middle-aged professor still stammered.

"Emerson, come with me to see ...... What the hell is going on!" Vance took a deep breath before ordering.

"Okay......" The gray-haired old professor next to him stood up tremblingly.

......

The dark night sky seemed to be smeared with boundless thick ink on the horizon, and there was not even a glimmer of stars.

On the shores of Lake Venan, an old-looking, scrawny, and frail old wizard sat on the ground. A slender wand made of elderwood was held in his hand very casually, and in front of him was a strange bird that was purple all over its body.

Between the snow and ice, behind the bushes, wizards quietly appeared...... They were all wearing black trench coats, and they were all dressed up and down.

One by one, they came over...... Walk very slowly, cautiously, as if you can't believe your eyes.

The "master......" The witch, who looked very young, walked at the top of the crowd, fell to her knees, trembling and outstretched a hand, and sobbed, "More than fifty years have passed...... Finally...... I thought I would never see you again in my life!"

Judging by this, she must be Vader Rozier, Gellert Grindelwald's most loyal follower, but she is an old woman in her eighties and nineties, is it appropriate to dress up as twenty or thirty years old...... "Grindelwald" thought to himself, relying on the information he had consulted in the past two days.

However, he still kept his head down, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate.

He stretched out a dry hand and patted Rozier's palm gently, but did not turn to look at her: "It's been a long time, get up, Vader...... But the last 50 years seem like a short time to me......"

The rest of the wizards gathered around, and they all knelt down in front of Gellert Grindelwald and tried to kiss his robes...... All of them were old wizards over half a hundred years old, but their faces were full of childlike excitement.

"Get up!" said Grindelwald calmly.

He looked around at the faces under the cloak, lingering on each for a second or two.

"Looks like you've not had a good time in the past fifty years!" Grindelwald smiled a little self-deprecatingly, then lowered his head again.

"Master......" each of the followers bowed their heads in shame, and several wizards opened their mouths to try to say something.

But Grindelwald took the initiative to speak again:

"I made a settlement with him!"

......

The entire ice field was silent.

The old wizards, as if they were being held by something, couldn't say anything...... Or rather, they don't dare to speak.

"The host...... ...... you mean," Vida Rozier said with a shudder, "Dumbledore?"

"Yes!" Grindelwald smiled slightly: "More than fifty years have passed, and the grievances of the past, no matter what the result is, should be written off!"

"So...... Master...... You've just left that prison?" said the old wizard named Frederick, trembling.

The marten curled up in his arms...... The poor little ferret looked at the purple bird in Grindelwald's hand with purple feathers, and did not dare to raise his head too high.

"Yes!" Grindelwald nodded, "The past should be over...... If you don't want to live abroad, you can come back...... But continue to live in fear......"

"And what about you, master?" asked Rozier in a whisper.

"I would choose to leave, and so would Dumbledore...... Think of it as a sentence for the past. Grindelwald said calmly.

Rozier sobbed under his breath.

The rest of the wizards bowed their heads as well.

"Master......" Winston Vance whispered, looking around, "a boy came to Durmstrang once more than a year ago...... At that time, he was wearing your ring in his hand......"

"That's right, I gave it to him!" Grindelwald nodded.

"This means...... Could it be ...... Meaning......" Vance looked a little excited.

"Nothing means nothing, Vance!" Grindelwald smiled, "That's a nice young man, that's all......"

With that, Gellert Grindelwald looked at his watch.

"It's almost time, and it's time for our short meeting to end......," he whispered.

With a flick of his wand, a black flame enveloped Gellert Grindelwald.

"The host...... The master ......" shouted the old wizards around him.

When the flames were gone, Grindelwald in the middle was gone.

......

Back in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, Gellert Grindelwald, who had just returned to a serious book, gasped for some tired breath.

It looks like it's okay...... At least not in the goofs, he thought to himself.

The big purple bird shook it around, drying off the purple squirrel juice on its body, and glared at Jon with some displeasure.

Purple rat juice is a potion that can disguise the smell of magical animals...... "Dyeing" the phoenix purple in the black light is not easy for its true identity to be revealed.

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say......" "Grindelwald" hurriedly laughed on the side: "This time the herbs are full for you!"

......

Meanwhile, on the other side of Hogwarts, in the school hospital.

The Halloween dinner wasn't over yet, and Astoria Greengrass was lying alone in her hospital bed, looking at the ceiling and thinking about what Jon was doing.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Is it my sister who came back early? Astoria was a little strange.

"Please come in!" she whispered.

The door to the hospital room was gently pushed open, and a brown-haired girl walked in.

"Hello, Miss Greengrass. She politely said, "I'm Hermione Granger!"