Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 340 The Dark Lord of Vienna

So that's how Der Spiegel came to be.

Ryan sometimes feels that Ron is a really interesting guy.

He always has some strange knowledge that comes from nowhere.

If it weren't for Ron's popular science, Ryan would probably have to "think" before he knew it.

Ron is indeed not stupid. He just seems stupid because he doesn't use his brain in the right place.

In Ryan's eyes, Der Spiegel was just a newspaper that was trying to take advantage of the fact that other newspapers were still afraid to touch the tiger's butt and made analyzing Grindelwald their own specialty.

But they were lucky enough to have caught a dead mouse.

But the story went off track later and was directed at Tom Riddle, giving Fudge and Umbridge a funny heroic identity.

Grindelwald was indeed happy because of Dumbledore.

He sensed that Dumbledore was no longer in his pathological rejection of power.

He could clearly see the manipulation of an invisible hand in the recent decrees of the British wizarding world, and the owner of those hands was his only lover, Dumbledore.

Ryan suddenly had another interesting idea.

As Ryan flicked his fingers, a thought flew to the blond old man in the cold, dark, and remote tower in Austria.

It was a dark, forbidding towering building, a gloomy fortress surrounded by high walls. A silver diamond the size of a speck of dust suddenly appeared in the air.

It passed through the wall, through the fortress, and flew straight toward the house at the top.

The extremely narrow crack on the black stone seemed non-existent to it. It passed through the stone beside the crack at an unstoppable slow speed and floated into the house, to a thin figure curled up in a thin blanket on a hardwood board.

It slowly seeped into the chest of this skinny man.

Then the next second, he revealed a skull-like face and opened his sunken eyes!

He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his dusty fingers, and tapped the wooden board beneath him in a regular rhythm.

The next second, figures appeared one after another with crackling sounds, and the castle's own anti-apparition magic seemed to have no effect on them.

These figures all look very old, and some of them even look like they will die in the next second.

However, they all immediately lowered their heads and bent over to the old man in unison.

"My lord!" Excited and concerned voices rang out in the dark cell.

"You want to--" an old wizard standing in the center asked tentatively.

"I need a school, a school where I can implement my own will." The blond old man sitting sideways on the hardwood bed smiled.

The hardwood bed, the thin, torn quilt, and his shabby clothes did not make him look ridiculous at all.

Rather, at the moment when he was giving orders, he was like an emperor standing high above, revealing a breathtaking demeanor.

"Your wand." The second old woman on the left tremblingly took out a brand new wand in a shabby box.

"It has never been used. It's Ollivander's work. It's made of aspen wood and thestral tail feathers. It's fourteen inches. It's one of the seven impossible combinations he considered." said the burly man with white hair on the far left.

"Very good, it's been almost 50 years." The blond old man on the bed stood up and picked up the wand.

"What do we need to do first?" the blond old man muttered to himself. Cold and stern magic power intertwined with his wand, and hurricanes rose from his body.

"Let's conquer Austria first. We also need a place to stay." The blond old man said in a relaxed tone as if he was discussing what to eat tonight.

"For the greater good!" the old people around him said immediately. Ten minutes later, in a luxurious room a few hundred meters below the Vienna Opera House in the Austrian capital, a blond old man, who had changed into a luxurious black robe and a completely different look, fiddled with the wand in his hand.

He was surrounded by wizards bound by invisible chains.

They all looked horrified and incredulous.

They couldn't believe that the entire Austrian Ministry of Magic staff could be dealt with by just one wizard.

The equally old servants around him didn't even move their wands.

"Your name is Emeric, right? Who is the current headmaster of Durmstrang?" The blond old man stretched lazily.

"Igor Karkarov, do you have a grudge against him? Is there anything we can do to help you?" The short and fat man named Emeric was sweating profusely.

"I need you to write a letter and invite him to the Austrian Ministry of Magic in your name. Also, I need you." As the blond old man spoke, the short and fat man widened his eyes.

He knew who this person was; it was the demon king who imprisoned himself in Nurmengard!

But how did he
Following the blond old man's orders, figures disappeared one after another in front of him, and Nurmengard welcomed its new residents.

Late at night, a blond old man, beside a device shaped like a pipe, beat the rhythm to the singing coming from the Vienna Opera House.

As the sad music played, he began to think about his life.

My name is Gator Grindelwald. A student of Durmstrang.

Expelled from school for dangerous experiments.

But this also allowed me to get to know the most important person in his life - Albus Dumbledore.

It was the summer in Godric's Hollow, and after being expelled, I chose to vacation at the home of my great-aunt Bathilda Bagshot.

The soul that I thought would always be lonely was attracted by another equally lonely and talented soul.

How happy, how joyful!
We secretly get married and make a blood covenant!
Together we planned to search for the Deathly Hallows, become Masters of Death, and use that power to lead a revolution in the wizarding world, overthrow the International Statute of Secrecy, and establish a benevolent new global order led by wise and powerful witches and wizards.

But Albus is different from me, he has a stupid brother.

He asked Albus to give up, for the sake of his so-called family.

Doesn't he understand!
Once Albus and I had changed the world so that wizards stopped hiding and Muggles behaved themselves, Albus's poor sister would no longer have to hide.

So a dispute arose, and no one knew who cast the spell, but it took the life of Ariana who suddenly broke in.

……

I ran away.

It was more than ten years later when we met again.

At that time, I had the Elder Wand and countless subordinates.

But I still lost, lost to Albus.

So, I imprisoned myself in a prison of my own making.

Some time ago, I discovered that Albus had finally overcome his weaknesses, which gave me a rare appetite and allowed me to have a proper meal.

I thought I would continue like this, but a dream, a premonition dream, something that could save everything appeared in my dream! 】

(End of this chapter)