A violent storm brewed on a gloomy sky.

Two owls, one black and one white, shuttled through the clouds.

Lightning streaked across the sky.

The electric light turned into a sphere and rolled between the owl's feathers, and the owl cooed.

On the empty sea, layers of ripples emerge.

In the eyes of the owl, it is clearly visible.

A thunderbolt flashed from the sky, brightening the whole world.

On the surface of the sea, a faint blue light emerges.

Immediately after, one ghost ship after another came out of the sea.

"There's nothing here." Goyle muttered, and Crabbe nodded approvingly.

Little Barty frowned, as the strongest man after John among the people, he couldn't see through this place.

Loyal Mantra.

This is known as the safest defensive spell.

To hide such a large place, it must be necessary for Grindelwald, the Dark Lord, to do it himself.

As a spellcaster, Grindelwald cannot be a secretive.

It is a way to hide the secret in the soul.

John once needed the help of an owl to find the old Black mansion where the Damid Loyalty Charm was hidden.

And Grindelwald's Curse of Loyalty can't even find a place for an owl.

With Grindelwald's caution, he wouldn't let the secret man out either.

If it weren't for the ripples caused by the constant movement of Neumungard, it would have taken much trouble for John to find this place.

Although the Loyalty Charm prevented unwelcome people from even sticking their noses to the window, John did not need to be invited.

John glanced at the sliding ripple trails, the only drawback of the magic.

With such a large structure moving, the fish will be able to dodge.

Greengrass's fleet searched the bottom of the sea, and when they discovered this scene, they found Newmengard.

As John stood on the deck, the white-haired wizard in Newmongard sensed something.

...

Grindelwald opened his eyes.

In this retro-decorated mobile cage.

He felt it.

The person you expect to come.

Empty room, no second person.

Those who once followed him are gone, and new ones who follow him are dying for ideals.

Grindelwald was a lonely man, and only two people stood by his side the whole time.

One stops him the first, the other stops his second.

He stood in front of the mirror, arranging his gray hair.

His fingers ran over the hair, and he paused, looking at the red dot on his finger.

The person in the mirror seems to be older.

yes, it's getting old all the time.

Even if it is rejuvenation, it still can't escape the tricks of time.

On the table is the coveted symbol of strength, in a picture frame next to it.

The young wizards stood together, high-spirited blonde boys like golden eagles soaring freely, trying to let the white-haired boy behind them into the mirror.

The red-haired boy next to him smiled reservedly, cooperating with his prank.

This is the only time the three of them have been photographed together.

The cicadas of that summer were accompanied by the impact of ideals, and the death of reality washed away the connected hearts.

The Boss's Old Wand.

The resurrection stone of the second child.

The third child's invisibility cloak.

The three brothers separated.

Their legends also shaped that puppet show.

Grindelwald reached over.

Stop in front of the frame that you will be touching and land on the Elder Wand at the end.

This wand of power, it covets the strong, and only serves the strong.

Just like that person's philosophy, power is supreme.

The tower he built himself, imprisoned

That lonely heart for a lifetime.

Grindelwald walked in the tower, step by step down the tower where he had imprisoned himself.

In the rose field under the tower, the rose that is about to bloom has stretched its body.

Blood clotted in its stamens.

This time, Grindelwald's hand touched the flower.

Beautiful, fragile and delicate.

"What a fascinating thing." Grindelwald's fingers caress the flowers like a lover's hair.

The feeling of obsession makes people linger.

But reality is often like an impending storm, ruthlessly destroying everything.

Grindelwald looked up.

The saints were waiting for him.

The wizarding world has cornered this group of people, they are just a flock of wingless birds stranded on an isolated island.

There was no way but to wait to be drowned by the stormy waves along with the island.

Either the madness at the end, or the end of the decadence.

Grindelwald looked at his fellow citizens.

"My brothers and sisters," Grindelwald's unique voice sounded, "and we have come to the end."

He opened his arms as if to embrace them all.

"We have no way out."

"Today, the devil is great again," he said deeply, "Lift up your heads, you should be proud."

"In this world of decay and defeat, we light the flames."

"The flames burn the blasphemers who decay and purify magic."

The saints looked up, and there was a glint in their dim eyes.

"We failed, yes, failed." Grindelwald paced into the midst of the saints, his voice as infectious as John once clapped his applause.

"I won't deny defeat, unwilling? No! Not really!"

He stretched out his finger to point to the black, gloomy sky, and a long, melodious voice sounded.

"Strength reigns!"

"What do you see? It's magic, yes, magic!" Grindelwald exclaimed, "Magic has become great again under our baptism."

"They have come, we are pioneers, and pioneers are destined to be ostracized," Grindelwald said softly as he looked at the saints as he looked at the saints, "We are the flames, lit again, baptized, and made the world a cleaner place."

"With magic...... Magic!"

His fingers slowly fell, pointing over there, beyond the fog.

"Strength reigns supreme, baptize them, make them stronger, make magic greater!"

A frenzied fire reignited in the dim eyes.

The saints looked that way.

They are already hopeless, and since this is the case, it is better to burn yourself.

Just like in the beginning, full of dreams, burn yourself for the wizarding world.

They are martyrs, sacrifices.

They are idealists, they don't need good food, they just need water and bread, ideals are their motivation.

The heart is gouged out, and they fill it with ideals as motivation.

It is better to live like that than to die before, and it is better to go down to the madness of living towards death now.

Failure is terrible.

But failure after not doing your best is a shame and a blasphemy against ideals!

"Strength reigns!"

The saints shouted.

"Make magic great again!"

Grindelwald's mission was accomplished, and he looked over there.

You ready.

This battle that saw the birth of the throne.

Is it the return of the once failed king, or the new king engulfing it all with a storm.

Is it dusk or dawn?

The Last Days and the New Life.

Wait.

The arrival of the King's Conquest.

Wizards all over the world are watching here.

Including the First King.

...

Hogwarts.

A speeding furball streaked across the Forbidden Forest, followed by a large cat running up the canopy to catch the furball.

The ground shook, and Grope was as happy as a child, clapping his hands and jumping.

The young wizards who were taking classes in Hagwarts were used to it, and not only were they not afraid, but they pestered Hagrid to see the legendary giant brother who guarded Hogwarts.

They've avoided these things in the past.

Whenever Hagrid was at this time, he was proud to say that Glopp had learned addition and subtraction within a hundred.

The donkey runs and takes off fast, with a large peony-like tail flicking, attracting many birds to follow its tail.

In Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall was still stern, and her only regret was that Gryffindor lost to Slytherin by ten points in Quidditch this year.

If it weren't for the Ravenclaw Seeker, Gryffindor could have pulled up a few more points in that game, and they wouldn't have lost.

Professor Flitwick used his wand to demonstrate the key points of the levitation spell that he would encounter during this exam, flicking his wrist.

Professor Sprout smiled happily as she looked at some of the herbal insights Neville had sent.

Snape's year-old yin and yang weirdness was even more serious, especially after seeing Gryffindor.

It's all routine at Hogwarts.

The place became out of contention.

There was no Voldemort's ill-intentioned covetousness, and no Ministry of Magic meddling.

Slughorn's predecessor, Dumbledore's retirement at Hogwarts, was supposed to begin.

Dumbledore was adding a spoonful of honey to the milk.

Fox burst into flames, and Dumbledore froze.

...

"Then let's go to war."

John's expression was flat, and his wand was raised.

At the same time, two owls in the sky were struck by lightning.

The next second.

"——!"

Basil and Riddle's eyes glowed white, their wings spread, their claws wrapped around lightning and flew high in the air.

The claws are like knives, slicing open the pockets of thunder and lightning in the sky.

Hundreds of lightning dances were led down.

Silver snakes dance wildly on the sea.

A tall tower on the sea is revealed.

Lightning fell on the shield and flashed.

This is a very powerful protective charm.

John had finished charging his magic, and he had a basketball-sized ball of light on the tip of his staff.

"Reducto"

An old, deep voice rang out.

The ball of light is full of rifts.

Click.

The ball of light shattered.

Bright as day.

...