"This is the notorious Dark Wizard, so why haven't you seen Voldemort's card? That's because you've become a household name to a certain extent. Hermione explained slowly.

"Gellert Grindelwald, born circa 1882, was considered one of the most powerful Dark Wizards of all time, and it wasn't until Voldemort appeared that the name Dark Lord ceased to be his exclusive possession. Hermione said slowly.

"There is also a theory that he was Voldemort and his successor. ”

"His power swept almost the entire continent, but never involved Britain, and was perhaps defeated by Dumbledore before his ambitions reached that level. ”

He was imprisoned in Newmongard, a prison on a par with Azkaban. ”

Hermione recited the information as if she were a book.

Then her smart brown eyes suddenly looked at Harry, looking at him uncomfortably.

"You didn't seem to know anything about him, but why did you suddenly ask?"

Hermione's senses were keen.

Harry was speechless, he couldn't quite say that he was connected to Voldemort's perception again.

Hermione quickly deduced, and her face changed dramatically.

"You connected Voldemort's mind again?" she asked, lowering her voice and anxiously.

Harry nodded stiffly.

"Don't believe it, it's possible that this is Voldemort's conspiracy. Hermione frowned, admonishing.

"Also, if Grindelwald escaped, why wasn't it reported? He should still be locked up at the top of Newmondgard. Hermione questioned that this was the biggest vulnerability.

Harry didn't reveal any more information until the end, saying the word "duel", and he didn't know who Voldemort was talking about in the "duel".

"If he does get out of prison, there's a good chance he'll join forces with Voldemort. Hermione slowly brushed her needle and thread on the wooden table, lost in thought.

I have to say that Hermione's prophetic ability is really good.

Maybe Professor Trelawney is looking away.

Then on Monday morning, when all the students were having breakfast in the auditorium.

At least hundreds of owls flew in from outside.

Hovering around the auditorium, looking for a delivery target.

Because Christmas is coming, many parents have sent gifts in advance.

Hermione took a large package containing a gift from the Grangers.

Her favorite set of encyclopedias.

Hagrid also sent her a gift, a quill made of animal tail feathers, which was quite smooth and eye-catching, and the tail would emit a faint blue spark when writing, which was very handsome.

Most surprisingly, there is also a Daily Prophet.

"Do you all have any?" Hermione watched as Ron and Harry pulled a newspaper from the bottom of the package.

Hermione speculated that this might be a means of promotion for them.

To be honest, Hermione didn't have a good opinion of the newspaper, which Rita Skeeter had previously arranged for her to distort the facts.

Just out of habit, she subconsciously opened the newspaper.

A row of bold black lettering caught her eye.

"The shocking scandal of the German Ministry of Magic. ”

"The most feared of all, Grindelwald, has managed to escape from the top of Newmondgard, and it is said that this was news a few months ago. ”

That is, he may have regained power now. ”

"We have no way of knowing his whereabouts, and we condemn the German Ministry of Magic for this ostrich behavior, blocking the news and deceiving the masses. ”

"People are superficial, and responsibility is shirked"

An Auror, who did not want to be named, said: "Grindelwald is far less powerful than before, just a bad old man, I hope everyone will not panic." ”

But we don't believe this one-sided statement, and there is every reason to guess that this old man may set off another bloody storm. ”

"If the mystery man joins forces with Grindelwald, what kind of disaster will it bring to the wizarding world?"

……

In short, the layout is a large and large description of Grindelwald.

Hermione's face was a little pale, she would rather her previous words were all nonsense.

This is not good news for anyone.

In this way, Harry's words were a little more credible.

Hermione immediately set her eyes on Harry.

After a whisper.

"Duel?" Hermione repeated.

This time Harry was able to reveal everything he had heard.

"Who's dueling with whom?" Hermione muttered to herself, gently brushing her somewhat curly brown hair, lost in thought.

At a time when everyone was enjoying the Christmas spirit, she was not in a relaxed mood.

Night soon fell.

Deliberately relaxed, Harry now dreams almost every night that he wanders the hallways, towards the Mysteries Division of the Ministry of Magic, and always ends up standing longingly in front of the black door.

The black door grew bigger and bigger, and he ran so fast that he almost hit his head, and a few steps before he saw the faint blue light again—the door suddenly opened! He finally entered, a round room with black walls and a black floor, candles burning with blue flames, and several doors around him—

And then he didn't wake up.

The scene distorts again, abruptly shifting.

What caught his eye was an ugly woman sitting at a well-appointed desk, hunched over her desk.

Dolores Umbridge.

Even though it was only the second time Harry had seen this woman, he was still impressed.

This office is full of vanilla white cat ornaments, this kind of girly ornaments are very incompatible with this ugly woman.

"Oh, come and help me figure out what to do with this. Umbridge had a look of surprise on her face when she saw someone push the door in.

She spoke briskly, then handed Voldemort a roll of parchment.

Voldemort's face quickly appeared with a hideous smile, which was very inconsistent with his elegant pale face.

He was pleasantly surprised.

The things that Umbridge was having a headache were exactly what Voldemort wanted to know.

The location of the duel.

This is Grindelwald's war letter, and it is also a war letter against Dumbledore.

"Why don't you decide what to do with the Ministry of Magic? Voldemort gave a reassuring smile.

When he met Umbridge, he used his youthful appearance, which had not yet been disfigured by the Dark Arts, and this kind of disguise-like Magus magic was not difficult for him.

His skin, inherited from his father, makes people trust unconsciously.

A handsome face is enough to make people close.

The world is so cruel.

Umbridge never seemed to care how the man got in.

"No, the two of them will tear this place down. Umbridge's thick lips quivered.

"You know, after you have dealt with this for Germany, your prestige will rise again, and no one will be your political enemy, that Rufus Scrimgeur, but he will not completely give up his position. ”

Voldemort amplified Umbridge's fears.

"Okay, so decide. Umbridge's hands trembled, but a smile of joy hung on his face, as if he had reveled in the illusion of complete mastery of power.

She took a quill and began to write on the parchment.

The torrent of fate began to converge in this way, and few people knew where it would go. 10