In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, Lilith, dressed in a small red mink jacket, vigilantly pulled the curtains, and then raised her white jade wand to set up an enchantment in the room.

After preparing everything, she walked quickly to the desk on long legs, and then took out a bronze mirror from the bottom drawer.

"Lord Grindelwald, there's something I need to report to you."

Seeing an old man in black appear in the mirror, Lilith kowtowed and said slowly.

"What's the matter? Lilith."

"My lord, today Headmaster Dumbledore asked me to examine the body of the student named Harry Potter, and I found that he had a very evil magic in his body. This magic is so subtle that Headmaster Dumbledore and the other professors have not detected it."

Lilith pursed her red lips slightly, and told her what she had discovered today.

"Huh? Did you tell Albus about this discovery?" Grindelwald in the mirror frowned slightly and asked in a deep voice.

"No, sir."

"Good." Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction, then said again, "Lilith, get rid of your Occlumency, and let me probe the magic."

"Yes, sir."

Lilith didn't hesitate, she closed her eyes and lifted the brain seal in her mind, and after a few seconds, she felt a powerful spiritual force probing her brain.

She frowned slightly, but remained in her current state and did not resist. Because she knew it was Lord Grindelwald, and used his vast mental power to look up everything she saw today.

"The smell of evil makes me shudder. Lilith, don't meddle in this matter, just protect Arthur. Let Albus have a headache for himself."

After finishing reading Lilith's memories, Grindelwald said in a deep voice.

Grindelwald had a vague familiarity with this very evil magic, as if he had encountered it himself a long time ago.

"Yes! Your Excellency." Lilith bowed in response.

"Interesting, Harry Potter and Voldemort seem to be connected, and suddenly there is an extra evil magic in him... I think it's very likely that Voldemort wanted to get revenge on Albus. My dear friend, it seems that you, like me, are really old..."

When Lilith disappeared from the magic mirror, Grindelwald looked out the window at the snow scene and said with a blank face.

Suddenly, his expression changed, and he remembered when he had encountered that evil magic.

It was when he was out on an expedition with Dumbledore when he was younger, using an ancient portkey and being transported to the bottom of an abyss.

In that secret realm under the sea, when he was acting alone, he sensed the power of a giant octopus monster in a deep sleep.

"Harry Potter, why does the magic in that octopus monster appear? It's the only place I've been to with Albus, and the portkey is in Albus's hands... Is he?"

Grindelwald muttered solemnly, then whispered again.

"No, it wasn't Albus's doing... On that adventure, Albus was surrounded by a group of black clay creatures, and he did not see the octopus monster.

He had always believed that the monsters in the Underwater Divine Book were the black mud, and he strengthened the seal with me. Together, we vowed not to go to that underwater secret again.

So this matter has nothing to do with Albus... My dear friend, I hope you'll notice something strange about that kid as soon as possible."

After understanding where the evil magic in Harry Potter came from, Grindelwald worried about Dumbledore again.

After pondering for a long time, he knocked on the bronze figure on the table. After a while, an old man in black robe walked in.

"Master Grindelwald, you're looking for me." The old man looked at the adult with his back to him, bowed down and said.

"Abernethy, I'm going out for a while. Durmstrong will be in your hands."

Grindelwald ultimately decided that he couldn't let it go. The octopus monster was too powerful for Dumbledore to deal with. He needed to help.

"Yes, sir."

As Grindelwald's most loyal saint, Abernesy agreed.

......

"There's something wrong with Harry's scar... Could it be Voldemort's ghost?"

Arthur, who returned to Pansy's hospital room, poured a cup of hot water for Pansy and thought to himself.

In Harry's hospital room just now, he keenly noticed that the lightning scar on Harry's forehead seemed to be a little larger.

And that scar was the mark left by Voldemort when he attacked him. It was Voldemort's proof of getting the soul fragment into Harry's mind.

If there is a problem with the scar, it means that the fragment of Voldemort's soul parasitic in Harry's body has changed.

Thinking of this, Arthur once again confirmed that his guess was correct, and that Voldemort was carrying out some kind of conspiracy.

Under Pansy's reluctant gaze, Arthur walked out of the hospital room, and he returned to the Slytherin boys' dormitory with a blank face, and when he saw that there was no one in the dormitory, he took out his diary.

It doesn't matter if Voldemort's actions this time were aimed at Hogwarts, or himself. Arthur had to find a way to sabotage Voldemort's plot.

"First of all... Let's wake Harry back first..."

With a mutter, Arthur picked up a pencil and began to write a story in his journal.

In this story, Harry, who is unconscious, meets his parents, and with their encouragement, his soul is no longer lost and finds its way again. And Harry woke up at the same time...

"Oh, shit... It's a bit too much this time..."

With the successful activation of his writing ability, Arthur suddenly became dizzy. The physical strength consumed was so great that he collapsed on the bed in an instant and fell asleep exhausted.

In Harry's ward in the school hospital, Myrtle sees that no one will come in again, so she prepares to kill Harry for the third time.

But this time, she didn't succeed again.

Harry's eyes suddenly opened, and he was still screaming for his father and mother not to leave.

Awakened, Harry felt his head explode, and he pressed his hands to his head and yelled.

The myrtle standing on the side was a little overwhelmed, she wanted to soothe Harry's emotions, and wanted to get out of his mouth what the breath in him was that disgusting body and mind.

But when Harry turned his head to look at her, he looked at her with a menacing gaze. This frightened Myrtle so much that she quickly turned around and ran out of the ward.

"Damn, it's a madman!"

Myrtle, who returned to her hospital room, locked the door behind her back and cursed in a low voice. He lay back on his bed.

Tomorrow night is the annual Halloween dinner, and when everyone at Hogwarts gathers in the Great Hall, it's the perfect time for her to steal the Brain Closure.

"When I get my brain occlusion, I won't have to fear Snape Jr. reading my thoughts, and I'll be able to get the secret to the Chamber of Secrets from him."

Myrtle sneered at Hermione's soul in her mind.