Warsaw, Poland.

It used to be a beautiful ancient city, but it was destroyed by a major war in Europe.

The palatial classical buildings were gone, and Poland rebuilt its cities on scorched earth.

After decades of cultivation and construction, those former palaces and churches have returned to the world.

On Warsaw's Castle Square.

A haze hung over the sky.

In the dark clouds of black oppression, the manic lightning and thunder made pedestrians quicken their pace.

Anyone can see that the current weather is not far from a heavy rainstorm.

Tourists and pedestrians departed.

A group of people appeared in the middle of the square, oblivious to the terrible gloomy weather.

With the wave of the wand, the statue on the monumental tower in the center of the square raised the weapon in its hand and slid down.

The leader curled his lips and walked down the memorial tower.

They shuttled inside, their bodies falling rapidly.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, sir."

The Ministry of Magic employee with a beard on his lips asked, "Please show me your work ID." ”

"No, you should see who I am."

The leader hissed and put his finger to the corner of the employee's mouth.

The employee's eyes were misty, as if he had just remembered who the other party was, and said enthusiastically: "I'll take you in." ”

He led the group to the minister's office.

The Polish Minister of Magic is watching the directive from the International Confederation of Wizards.

Getting up and throwing the letter into the fireplace, the office door of the Polish Minister of Magic was opened.

The group walked in.

There was a man between them.

The Polish Minister of Magic didn't seem surprised by this, and waved his hand casually to let them down.

The man looked frightened and tried to speak, but could not speak

out of the voice.

"Give him back the voice."

The leader sneered, waved his wand, and the man regained his voice.

"Who are you?"

The man who was forced to drink the polyjuice potion looked at the Polish Minister of Magic and said in horror: "What are you going to do with me?" ”

"Shhhhhhh

Schmidt, the missing German Minister of Magic.

The compound began to fail, and Minister Schmidt let out a scream, growing a beard on his face and growing taller.

From a young man just now, he has become a middle-aged man now.

Schmidt stared at the Polish Minister of Magic, "You are not the Polish Minister of Magic, I know him, he doesn't have the guts." ”

"You're right," the Polish Minister of Magic smiled, his hair color changing.

White hair appeared, and the evil face had an uninhibited smile.

Reopening his eyes, the heterochromatic pupils made Schmidt's eyes widen.

"Is that you, Grindelwald?" Schmidt couldn't have imagined it, he broke out in a cold sweat and asked, "When will you replace the Polish Minister of Magic?" ”

"You know my plan, but you choose to hide it, hoping to see a joke from the British Ministry of Magic." Grindelwald put his hands behind his back and did not answer his question.

"Arrogant, stupid, proud." Grindelwald paced in the minister's office, "These will put the wizarding world in danger, Minister Schmidt. ”

"Listen to me, Grindelwald," Schmidt said in a panic, "I owe your allegiance, you will need mine, my uncle, remember, he is also your follower." ”

"Old Schmidt? Of course I remember, I remember every one of my faithful believers," Grindelwald stopped,

But you put him to death, didn't you? ”

"You traded him for the first stepping stone in your political career."

Grindelwald came up to Schmidt, and he put his hand on Schmidt's shoulder.

"Your presence doesn't make magic greater, Schmidt."

"Nope! No! No! Lord Grindelwald, I can be of your use, I can help you with many things! ”

The noise was constantly rattling Grindelwald's ears.

He waved his wand, and Schmidt's tongue vanished.

Grindelwald plucked a head and put it into the leader's bottle.

He walked back to the minister's position, slowly changing his appearance back to the Polish Minister of Magic, and said in a long tone, "Now, you are Grindelwald." ”

The person next to him held Schmidt down, and the leader poured the compound potion from the bottle inside into Schmidt's mouth.

Schmidt's appearance changed, and he raised his head and screamed silently.

Grindelwald watched quietly and said, "Just like you did." ”

He was answering Schmidt's second question.

...

Basil fights have not been fought.

A phoenix flew up to John.

Basil landed next to John with a wave of his wings, staring at Fawkes viciously.

It opened its wings, revealing its feathers, blackened by the flames, as if in complaint.

"Okay, I see," John said helplessly, "that you've been bullying other birds, and now you're hitting a hard stubble, right?" ”

"Goo!" Basil fluttered his wings in dissatisfaction.

John stared at Fawkes and asked, "Dumbledore asked you to come?" ”

Fawkes nodded, putting the letter down.

John opened the letter and said casually, "Tell him I received it." ”

Fawkes flew up, ready to leave.

Just then, Basil made a sneak attack

to knock Fawkes out of the way.

The two birds flew wildly, and finally Basil triumphantly held a phoenix feather in his mouth.

John stretched out his arm and let Basil fall.

I'm staring at the letters.

"Still trying to bring back Grindelwald?" John scoffed, "You're naïve, Dumbledore. ”

During Grindelwald's loss of power and imprisonment in Newmengard, Dumbledore and his friend sometimes exchanged letters.

In the letter, it seems that Grindelwald has laid down everything.

This was what made Dumbledore feel so surprised that he was leaving.

"People change." John burned the parchment with a blank face, "You shouldn't keep that unrealistic fantasy alive. ”

The main content of this letter is still because of Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's disappearance in Poland is suspected to be linked to the disappearance of the German Minister of Magic.

You must know that although Grindelwald would also do things to people in the Ministry of Magic in the past, he has always left room for dealing with officials.

Even when he was captured by the Magical Congress of America, he did not kill the escorts on his way back to Europe.

"It's kind of weird."

John touched his chin.

Grindelwald, who left Nummongard, seemed to have become different.

Is it a desire to regroup the saints and launch reforms in Europe again?

Not the same time it used to be, and Grindelwald should be able to see clearly that Muggles are not something wizards can provoke.

"He's acting strangely." John shook his head.

Removing the phoenix feather from Basil's mouth, John let it swim between his fingers.

...

Tomorrow is the Slytherin Quidditch match.

Malfoy is rare

Be human and let everyone rest.

John was in the principal's office working on the Repair Solution.

"Not enough?" Slughorn's eyes widened, "That can bring back the dying dragon." ”

When designing the repair solution, they used the fire dragon as a reference.

"The Bloodborne Curse is far more terrifying than you think, Professor."

John stirred the emerald green liquid and said, "That's a curse that will carry out a second stage of lurking, if it is not actively introduced, I am afraid that after a treatment, it will make people careless." ”

"Wait, second stage lurking?" Slughorn reacted and asked, "You've already tried the treatment?" ”

"It's dangerous, but the result is good." John turned his head to see Slughorn's eyes shining.

Slughorn, who was the headmaster, walked over excitedly, "You succeeded? ”

"Yes."

"Merlin's beard." Slughorn needs to calm down.

What did he just hear?

The Bloodborne Curse has been cured.

He walked over to the table and picked up a bottle of mead and poured it into his mouth.

He smelled of alcohol and said, "Do you know what that means, John?" ”

"It means that we have solved the puzzles of the wizarding world, and we can do something deeper with this result in mind."

Slughorn's face quivered, and he said, "Vampires and werewolves. ”

"Some scholars believe that they originated from ancient curses and were transmitted through bites."

Slughorn took a deep breath and said to John, "You can change the world, John. ”

"Step by step," John said casually, "I just want to heal my friend now." ”

huge

The honor was placed in front of him, and even Slughorn could not calm down.

Seeing John's bland reaction, Slughorn smiled bitterly; "You're going to impress me every time, John."

"I'm more interested in tomorrow's game than I haven't talked about yet."

John bottled the repair solution and smiled, "Quidditch matches, you can go and see it." ”

"I think I'll go." Slughorn was drunk and fell asleep on the couch.

...