Hogwarts Raven

Chapter 105: 104: Halloween and the Mystery of Grindelwald

When returning.

Grindelwald fell into complete silence. Without saying a word, he pressed Ian's shoulder and activated the portkey. He had seen a lot of strange things in his life, but it seemed that he was still inexperienced.

There's not much hatred!

How could someone dig up someone else's ancestral grave? With the activation of the portkey, Grindelwald, with mixed feelings, and Ian, with an elated expression, disappeared into the quiet wilderness.

It was still the feeling of riding on an invisible train. The two people seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and the scenes around them flashed by quickly like pictures in a kaleidoscope.

When the strange experience gradually subsided, they returned to the warm office. There was no cold and dampness in the dense forest, only the faint scent of tea in the air.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Grindelwald couldn't help asking after returning to Hogwarts. He even noticed that Ian's backpack was cast with an expansion spell and a levitation spell to reduce the weight. Even so, Ian still felt heavy, which showed how many skeletons of people who had suffered unexpected disasters were contained in it.

"Of course, it's to prevent Voldemort from needing them." Ian's main purpose was certainly not this, but he did go to the dilapidated village next door.

No one has lived in the village for a long time.

However, the cemetery from many years ago is still there. Since old Tom's grave is indeed hard to find, Ian showed his fairness there, without favoritism.

There was a reason why he kept Grindelwald waiting for nearly an hour.

After all, using magic to play the role of a tomb robber is very efficient, and it can make Wu Xie and Hu Bayi, who have been professional tomb robbers for generations, unemployed.

If it weren't for the fact that there were some stone-pile or even sealed tombs blocking the guys inside during the [Resurrection of the Corpses], Ian actually wouldn't have needed all kinds of tools like shovels and hoes to help them.

"A father's bones, donated unintentionally, can revive your son. A servant's flesh, donated voluntarily, can revive your master. An enemy's blood, donated under compulsion, can resurrect your enemy..." Grindelwald murmured softly, and the look he gave Ian still carried some weirdness.

"It seems that you have finished learning the book 'Secrets of Advanced Black Magic'. You are even trying to prevent such an extremely harsh ritual. It is really unfortunate for our Dark Lord and your whole family to meet you." At this moment, Grindelwald has secretly made up his mind that after his death, he must let others bury him deeper.

Preferably one that no one can find.

Ok.

Having a blood descendant does seem to have some meaning. He began to think about whether he should be better to Aurora, and also to prevent Aurora from telling Ian the area where he and Dumbledore were buried together. After all, this little brat had a really dirty heart, and God knew whether his peace after death would be disturbed by him.

"I'm counting on you two, please stop the enemy for me."

Just thinking about the possibility of such a scene happening, and his own and Dumbledore's bodies slowly crawling out of the grave, made Grindelwald feel his scalp tingling and his vision going dark.

Why should I give this guy "Advanced Black Magic Revealed"?

The inner torture made Grindelwald's expression out of control.

"What's the matter with you, Professor?"

Ian took the initiative to show his concern. He was also a little curious. "Logically speaking, you should be able to consider this more than me. You can see clearly where the resurrection stone ring is. You should be able to predict in advance the factors that may cause hidden dangers in the future, right?"

The courses that Ian has never started are actually prophecy and divination. Although he has pretended to be a fortune teller, he has not even been able to build up skills in this subject that are recognized by the panel since he entered the school.

"That's because the resurrection stone ring is related to our headmaster. No matter how powerful the prophet is, he cannot see the entire script. The more he wants to see, the easier it is for fate to manipulate him." Grindelwald shook his head and walked to the sink to start cleaning. He seemed to have some mysophobia.

"I have always reminded you, Ian, that prophecy requires a price. The more you know, the greater the price. And you cannot gain the qualification to spy on it just because you want to pay the price." The professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts gave Ian a serious reminder about the subject of divination.

Ian thought thoughtfully.

"I remember that Professor Sybill Trelawney of the Divination class would make dozens of predictions every day. Although many of them were false, sometimes her predictions were surprisingly accurate."

"In 'Wizard Haze: The Mystery of the You-Know-Who', it was even mentioned that she predicted the death of the You-Know-Who. This kind of prediction is definitely one that has a great impact on the wizarding world, right?"

"But I see that Professor Sybill Trelawney still enjoys everything she eats, and she hasn't even broken a leg. Last time, she even snatched my hot pot from the elf's kitchen." Ian asked his doubts. Information related to the prophet was difficult to obtain from books in the Hogwarts library.

Even in the banned books section there were not many relevant books. All he could find were the personal opinions of many authors, and there were even contradictions between different books.

This is a mysterious group.

Its level of mystery is second only to the so-called Department of Mysteries.

"You really have a wide range of learning." Grindelwald looked at Ian with approval and wiped his hands with a towel. He did not directly answer Ian's question, but expressed his feelings to Ian, "Our headmaster, Mr. Albus Dumbledore, turned Hogwarts into a charity. This is the kind of generosity and kindness that I can never achieve. This is why he is great and I am different from him."

"Greatness is not just a compliment with respect, but also a glorious title. It has power. The protection of greatness is enough to help others resist misfortune and certain costs."

"A half-giant with a criminal record, a former Death Eater who turned against his allies, a neurotic old Squib, and myself, an uneducated charlatan." Grindelwald used both hands to gesture at himself from top to bottom. It was obvious that the charlatan he was talking about was Gilderoy Lockhart, the character he was playing.

"The same goes for the homeless woman who tells fortunes. These people all live under the protection of Albus, so their fates will be changed in some different ways."

"Remember the question you asked me before? This is also why the prophet needs the participation of the Great One if he wants to fulfill a prophecy that does not exist."

Grindelwald's response gave Ian something to gain.

but.

The explanation from this influential figure continued, "Of course, even with the protection of a great being, frequent prophecies like Trelawney are not without cost. Her vision and thinking have been imprisoned in the west tower of Hogwarts for many years, and she has never grown. This is a punishment from fate for her."

"And she herself will never realize it." Grindelwald's words are full of philosophical meaning. He has just arrived at Hogwarts not long ago, but he didn't expect to have a detailed understanding and opinion of each of his colleagues.

"Maybe this isn't so bad?"

Ian felt more of Dumbledore's influence in Grindelwald's words.

"Of course, after all, scaring a little wizard and telling fortunes about some family matters won't have a big impact." Grindelwald walked back to his desk.

"As for what you said about Tom Riddle's prophecy... In fact, I have another opinion on this." His words immediately attracted Ian's attention.

"What do you think?"

Ian temporarily took off the backpack on his back and sat opposite Grindelwald. He looked at the cup of bitter tea that he had not finished drinking and hesitated for a moment.

immediately.

He picked it up again and took a sip - it was still bitter enough to make one grimace in disbelief, but humans are sometimes like this, this kind of tea really makes one feel more and more intoxicated.

"It's just my personal opinion. Even our headmaster may not agree with it." Grindelwald patched himself up first, then looked out the window in the direction of the west tower and spoke softly.

"We all know that Sybill Trelawney's ancestor is Cassandra Trelawney, a very famous priestess in Greek mythology."

"Cassandra Trelawney offended Apollo, causing her and her descendants to make prophecies that came true every time, but no one believed them."

Grindelwald stated something that everyone knew. After seeing Ian nod, he continued, "However, this kind of legend is just a legend. Being able to predict the future is not a punishment. No prophet can have such a powerful predictive ability."

"Even if it is bestowed by God, humans cannot bear it... Of course, I believe that Trelawney is indeed cursed, but in my opinion, the prophetic ability of this family is not that outstanding."

"The difference between this family and most of the prophet families is that they have an ancestor who was a priest. The priest blood in them is far more outstanding than the prophet blood."

Ian was slightly stunned by Grindelwald's words.

"You mean..."

He opened his eyes wide, with an expression of disbelief, and had obviously guessed what Grindelwald was going to say. Grindelwald then smiled a slightly frivolous smile.

"Yes, that's right. It wasn't our Professor Trelawney who made the prophecy, but her ancestors. That's why she is still alive and well and was not affected by the prophecy and crushed into pieces." Grindelwald explained his views and judgments to Ian in a shocking manner.

Simultaneously.

He whispered something to Ian again with great earnestness.

"Some prophecies cannot be spoken aloud, and all prophets should understand this."

This was like a meaningful reminder, or a reflection on his past. Ian was still shocked by Grindelwald's crazy remarks.

"Psychic communication? Is this a kind of crossing the boundary between life and death?"

Ian didn't think that crossing the boundary between life and death must be his own privilege. He just didn't expect that in Grindelwald's view, Professor Trelawney's family had this special ability.

But when I think about it, it does make sense. Every time Professor Trelawney makes a powerful prediction, he seems to become a different person and won't remember anything afterwards.

The charlatan's incredible behavior is also very consistent with the stereotype of psychics.

"The souls of priests are different from ours, and the places they go after death are also different. This can be considered as a blessing to our descendants." Grindelwald is indeed a man of profound knowledge.

He was probably right about one thing. After staying in a quiet place for decades, reading and thinking every day, to some extent, he would certainly have more knowledge than Dumbledore.

"Descendants will benefit from this, but the ancestors will be miserable." Ian could imagine that Sybill Trelawney would disturb her own ancestors every now and then. Cassandra Trelawney could bear not to kill her own descendants, and she seemed to have a good temper.

"Hahaha, your perspective on the problem is quite interesting." Grindelwald laughed very wantonly, but then he made Ian feel the Face-Change King's moodiness again.

"I'm a little sleepy. Do you want to stay here all night?" It was obvious that he was trying to chase her away. He didn't seem to be having a good chat with Ian just now.

"..."

Ian thought that old men would also go through menopause, so he quickly put on his backpack again, and the bones in the basket made a rattling sound.

Grindelwald's eyelids twitched wildly.

"Are you going to sleep with these ghost things in your arms tonight? Aren't you afraid of scaring your roommates?" He sent Ian to the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

"It's Halloween, Professor."

Ian blinked, gestured goodbye to him, and then ran towards the spiral staircase. When he turned back, the door of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office was closed.

The lights were still on inside.

Apparently Grindelwald was fooling the child when he said he wanted to go to bed.

"After all, I am free again, and I have gained a lot. I have to study in the Room of Requirement all night!" Ian ran towards the corridor carrying the heavy skeleton.

His heart was filled with excitement—the skeletons of a family of Slytherin descendants!
If the knowledge recorded in "Bloodline Origin" is not too wrong, he may be able to get a glimpse of the secrets of Parseltongue and learn the mysterious language that can be used to communicate with the baby basilisk.

God knows how much time Ian wasted in the library trying to learn Parseltongue. This ability hidden in the blood really requires some special means to learn.

"I want you to speak to me, descendants of the Big Four!" Ian was so excited that he carried a basket of bones on his back, and he ran towards the eighth floor where the Room of Requirement was located as if he had stepped on the accelerator.

only.

He had just arrived at the fourth floor when he ran into several ghosts flying in the air - during this period of time, they did have the right to use the school, but today's ghosts were different from the ones Ian had encountered in the past. Each of them was dressed in formal attire and had a smiling face.

"It's little Ian who never sleeps at night and will definitely not grow tall!" A chubby ghost blocked Ian's way and grabbed Ian as if he was "drunk".

"He is the child who can meet us! He must be qualified to attend our party! Yes! That's it!" The fat ghost made suggestions to the other ghosts around him.

He didn't even ask Ian whether he agreed or not - the ghost's name was Edmund Grubb, and he died right in front of the restaurant door after eating poisonous plums.

He was a rather detached ghost, and he even often stopped students from eating at mealtimes. It was unclear whether he was jealous that students could eat or was afraid that students would eat something poisonous like him.

"He must have been ready to come to our party! Look! He even brought the Skeleton Band!" The ghost Edmund Grubb, who was lying on the backpack behind Ian, was even fatter.

He was the resident Fat Friar ghost of Hufflepuff House, who was executed for allegedly curing peasant pox with his wand and amusing everyone by conjuring a rabbit from the chalice.

"No, I didn't!" Ian explained hurriedly, but the ghosts, who were obviously already excited, didn't care and just picked him up and flew towards the basement classroom.

In order to prevent Ian from being blocked by walls and tiles, these ghosts even chose to take the right path, which was very considerate. However, this was obviously not the "ghosts carrying people" experience that Ian wanted.

Being able to contact ghosts obviously doesn't come without its drawbacks.

"The dinner continues! We welcome a living little wizard!" A group of ghosts put Ian down in the underground classroom. The spacious classroom was decorated with lights and dim candlelight. They were all black and tiny candles, burning with a faint blue glow. Even when shining on Ian's young face, it gave him a gloomy feeling.

Ian felt as if he had strayed into the border of hell. Polluting heavy metal music filled his ears, which was so piercing, as if hundreds of vampires were rubbing their claws against a blackboard. It made his teeth ache, and Ian got goose bumps. He felt as if he would shout "Long Live Cthulhu" in the next moment.

The pollution is really serious!

"Welcome, welcome!" Nick, who was almost headless, came forward immediately. He was covered with a black velvet curtain and his clothes were very formal.

"I'm so glad to have the little wizard here." The man took off his hat with a feather and gave Ian a more outstanding and respectful bow.

The feeling of being taken very seriously made Ian unable to utter the words "I didn't mean to come" which were on the tip of his tongue. He now obviously felt how others felt when he used the "Craftsman Spirit".

"Happy holidays, ladies and gentlemen." Ian could only grit his teeth and accept the reality helplessly. He looked around and saw more than a hundred ghosts celebrating Halloween in the classroom.

There was a group of nuns who were swaying in the dance floor, and there was a ragged soul with chains, sitting on the ground and sighing. There was also a ghost with an arrow stuck in his forehead who started chatting with the fat monks, and the skinny ghost of Slytherin, the Bloody Baron, was also unhappy.

Ian was unable to see the little Ms. Ravenclaw here, so naturally he could not continue his persuasion work. The atmosphere in this extremely cold classroom was very lively.

The table was filled with golden plates, but they were all filled with rotten meat, fruits and vegetables. It was thanks to the low temperature in the basement classroom, otherwise it would have stunk - in fact, it stinks now, with large chunks of beef covered with maggots and cheese covered with green hair placed together.

There was burnt bread and meat pie that was oozing with foul-smelling liquid. Ian really couldn't find anything to eat. He also saw a huge gray cake shaped like a tombstone on the long table.

This was about the only normal thing, with the following very densely written in icing: SIR NIHOLAS DE MINSY-PORPINTON.

Died: October 1492, 10.

This cake obviously belongs to Almost Headless Nick. Today is not only the arrival of Halloween, but also the time when Almost Headless Nick died.

"Happy Deathday, ser."

Ian always felt that his blessing was a little strange, but fortunately the ghosts didn't care much about it. Nearly Headless Nick even bowed to Ian again in gratitude.

"Few little wizards are willing to attend our banquet because we belong neither to the human world nor to the other side. Your coming is the happiest thing for me tonight."

This was a very polite, kind-hearted and helpful ghost, and because of this, Ian's words of saying goodbye were once again blocked by his words.

He really wants to study the secrets of the Gaunt family as soon as possible!
Uncomfortable!

want to cry!

"I hope you have fun here." Nearly Headless Nick stretched out his hand to Ian, who forced a smile and shook the ghost's cold hand.

"As expected, you are so special that you made me feel the touch again..." Nick, who was almost headless, was a little dazed. After a moment, he apologized and let go of Ian's hand.

As a new ghost arrived, he hurried to greet them. At this time, Helena Ravenclaw walked in, and she saw Ian, who was brightly colored, among the ghosts.

"I didn't expect that you, little Ian, would come to the ghosts' banquet." Helena Ravenclaw floated over curiously, and she sniffed hard at the table in front of Ian.

"Can you really smell the taste of food like this?" Ian finally met a very familiar ghost and couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

"It's only a little bit, but it's better than not smelling anything." Helena Ravenclaw still maintained her ladylike elegance, unlike the fat monk not far away who had stuffed his head into a pile of rotten meat.

"Ghosts don't have much entertainment, nor do they have the perceptions that they had when they were alive. But we still have memories. For many ghosts, this is actually a punishment for choosing to escape." Helena Ravenclaw looked at the stage, where a ghost singer was showing his true artistic potential.

A wailing sound similar to the witch's cry in Left 4 Dead rang out in the hall. "There are always choices to be made, as long as we can truly look forward." Ian was still thinking about his promise to Ms. Ravenclaw, he covered his ears and moved closer to Helena Ravenclaw.

"I know you mean well, but look at the ghosts here. They have been increasing over the years. Sometimes what you think may not be a path we can choose." Helena Ravenclaw has responded to Ian's advice in this way more than once, and Ian has not known how to invite Helena Ravenclaw to come to him on the right night more than once.

"Are you free tomorrow night?" Ian looked at the time. It was already past midnight. After calculating the time, he finally spoke, but his voice sounded a little embarrassed.

"Huh?" Helena Ravenclaw gave Ian a strange look, obviously misunderstanding something. "Little Ian, you actually want to date a ghost who is hundreds of years old?"

"Your thoughts are so impure." After saying that, Helena Ravenclaw patted Ian on the head with a smile, and then floated towards the ghost who was familiar with her.

"..."

Ian didn't expect to fail so quickly. Maybe he should confess? But it's hard for ghosts to keep secrets, and he doesn't want the whole school to know that he can go back and forth between the two worlds.

"She doesn't like you, but I like... Little guy, you can really touch ghosts, my God, what a magical ability this is." After singing the song, the witch ghost floated over.

She seemed like a ghost specially invited by the ghosts. She didn't usually live in Hogwarts, but after hearing about Ian, she floated over and touched Ian's arm with her hand.

Ghosts really have a hard time keeping secrets.

"They all call me the Howling Widow. Maybe we can have a chat? Don't be shy, little one. I'm really interested in your ability to touch ghosts."

The glamorously dressed ghost chased Ian around the classroom.

He ran.

She chased.

He really wants to grow wings and fly.

"I think you'd be better off finding a ghost like you!" Ian took out his magic wand and knocked the widow ghost away. Unexpectedly, cheers broke out in the classroom again.

"It's magic! The magic hit the ghost! His name is Ian! Ian who brought us the skeleton musicians!" Edmund Grubb, who had previously suggested carrying Ian here, started to chatter again.

"They are not skeleton musicians!" Ian looked at the ghosts approaching and quickly protected his backpack, but his words were not believed by the ghosts.

"Isn't this the Skull Band? One, two, three, four, five... I can't even count."

"It must be! The band that Dumbledore invited yesterday looked like this. They were white, fleshless, and with distinct bones. If they are not skeleton musicians, what are they?"

"Quick! Wake them up! Let them perform!"

"Little Ian must want us to reward him, so he keeps denying that he brought the Skeleton Band. Let the Bloody Baron ask Peeves to bring Ian a glass of butterbeer!"

……

The ghosts chattered around Ian.

Ian had planned to explain that this was just his research specimen, but after hearing the fat monk's cheerful words, he swallowed back what he wanted to say for the third time today.

"Can you get some butterbeer?" This was the only food that Ian could not get in the Hogwarts kitchen, and the elves did not give him any convenience in this regard.

Grade three is the age limit.

As for the non-alcoholic version… can it still be called beer?
"Of course, there is alcohol~"

The fat monk lowered his voice and came closer with a sly look on his face. For the ghosts who were having fun, some rules didn't seem to be that important.

"It's not the rotten kind, is it?" Ian swallowed and asked with some concern. He had already seen what the ghosts' food looked like.

"Of course not! It was given to us by a professor last night. We originally wanted to let the flavor settle before enjoying it, but it seems that you are not an honest little wizard, hehe~" Another ghost floated over and reassured Ian. He looked towards the direction of the door.

"Peeves, can you find it? Or should I get it myself?" Ian was eager to try. He was really greedy for something that he had been longing for but had never been able to enjoy since entering the wizarding world.

"Of course! Today is a holiday! Drink however you want! It's a celebration! Just do your best!" The cheers of a ghost really touched Ian's heart.

Soon.

really.

Peeves reluctantly brought a lot of butterbeer. When he saw Ian, he immediately acted very hard, then put down the things and immediately turned around and slipped away. It was as if he was afraid that if he stayed here for one more minute, Ian would ignite and help other ghosts.

"Okay, okay! It's really butterbeer!" Ian quickly poured himself a glass, sniffed it first, and made sure it was not spoiled before taking a sip.

It tastes really good.

Ian even wanted to eat it with beer fried chicken.

Perhaps out of anticipation for the Skeleton Band, a ghost immediately notified the elves, and soon Ian got the fresh midnight snack he wanted.

Although the house was still filled with the smell of rotten food, this obviously did not prevent Ian from enjoying his midnight snack after dispelling the smell. He even used magic to add some ice to the butterbeer.

“It’s got a unique flavor!”

In fact, the alcohol content in butterbeer is not high, but some people choose to add some extra alcohol. The one that Ian drank clearly contained extra alcohol.

Just a few beers.

He was already a little embarrassed.

When I was a genius student in my previous life, I never touched alcohol.

He finally encountered this in his life.

"tasty?"

A ghost came up to him with great envy and curiosity. He probably died in an era before butterbeer was invented, so he couldn't imagine the taste of many foods in later generations.

"It tastes much better than without alcohol. You can even blow bubbles after drinking it. Look at the way I drink it." Ian gulped down another large glass in front of the ghost.

He remembered that this was one of the abominable ghosts that brought him to this banquet. "It tastes so good, so delicious, and it even feels cool in the stomach."

Had another drink.

Ian gnawed on the chicken leg with an exaggerated expression of enjoyment. This was the mind of the little wizard, and it really made the ghosts so envious that their eyes almost popped out.

“It’s great to be alive.”

There are greedy ghosts sighing.

"It's okay. I'll eat and drink more for you. Just consider it as you eating too." Ian looked at the sighing ghost, and immediately drank another glass and took a few bites of chicken legs.

This ghost was also the one who had carried him to the banquet before.

And it was his face that was lifted up.

Yes.

Ian was carried to the party face down.

"He's still a child...you'd better not lead him astray." Helena Ravenclaw floated over at this time and looked at Ian who was fiddling with the skeleton.

"Well, if they insist on seeing a certain band, then go and see it."

Ian, with a blushing face, blurted out that he didn't know if it was Voldemort's grandpa or grandma, or maybe a cousin. He took out his wand and made the best of a bad situation to create a Gaunt band.

"The corpse reappears!"

Ian's magic was performed very successfully, and then Tom Riddle's family members gathered together, stood up, and really began to dance at the ghosts' banquet.

"Let's get excited! This is music and dance!" Ian may have resurrected Voldemort's relatives, and a group of skeletons began to imitate Michael Jackson under his control.

"..."

Helena Ravenclaw looked at the group of revived skeletons with a complicated expression. She knew that she was obviously overthinking. It was not that the ghosts might lead the young wizards astray. She should be worried about whether the young wizards would lead the ghosts astray! How could someone learn the [Corpse Curse] to this extent in the first grade?
Dozens of skeletons!
Are you planning to form an army of undead after graduation?

……

The moon was hidden in dark clouds.

There is a unique singing and dancing going on at Hogwarts.

And the other side.

The dilapidated Gaunt House welcomed two visitors again. A bearded man and a long-haired woman, they walked along the weedy mountain road to the house that Ian and Grindelwald had left. Along the way, several Muggles who had been restored to factory settings had woken up, but they were all crying like babies in the cold wind.

Several green lights shot out, and those Muggles who had ill intentions towards wizards fell to the ground. After a period of rejuvenation, they truly entered into a peaceful sleep like babies.

The two wizards didn't even look at the Muggle corpses, and walked straight to the door of Gaunt's old house. When they found that all the protective magic had failed, their faces changed drastically.

"The master's treasure! Could it be that the treasure that the master asked us to check was really stolen?" The woman rushed in hurriedly, her voice full of anger and panic.

"Is the stuff still there?"

The bearded man stood guard at the door.

He asked loudly to the two companions who entered the house.

His voice was also very uneasy.

"Gone!"

The woman searched the entire room and kicked a table down in frustration and rage. She searched again for a while, but still found nothing in the not-so-big house.

"What we are looking for is a ring! It must be very small!" The bearded man could not help but walked quickly into the house. He looked around at the rotten furniture and began to search it destructively.

"You Ministry of Magic idiot! Of course I know what we are looking for! Can't you see it! It's gone! The master will be mad at us for this!"

The woman's voice was filled with fear and anger. "Who on earth is this person? How dare he? How dare he steal from the Dark Lord? I will catch this guy and kill him!"

Compared to the woman who was hysterical because of fear, the bearded man, although also filled with fear in his heart, at least managed to maintain basic rationality.

"Don't panic. The owner asked us to look for his things because he must have known something in advance. The fact that we didn't find them doesn't mean we made any mistakes that led to the loss of the items."

The bearded man made a reasonable analysis.

However, the woman sneered, "Do you think the master cares if we make mistakes? Don't forget who he is! He is the extremely powerful Dark Lord! If we disappoint him, we will be punished! Have you forgotten the high standards he has for us over the years?"

As soon as these words came out.

The bearded man fell silent.

The quiet atmosphere was only disturbed by the chirping of insects outside.

"It must be Dumbledore! Or Dumbledore's lackeys!" The woman cursed in a low voice with gritted teeth. She obviously hated the person she mentioned.

"We can't fight against Dumbledore. Even if the things are with him, we can't get them back." The bearded man sighed, and his female companion next to him was obviously aware of this.

"The master needs something from him, and we must help him find it." The woman couldn't come up with a solution herself, but still spoke to the man in a firm tone.

"Of course I know this... I think the master knows this too." The bearded man seemed to realize something, and he took out a special edition from his arms.

"Something was lost in Gringotts today. It was said that it was caused by the group of saints who broke in that year. Dumbledore reported to the Ministry of Magic not long ago that he was the one who lost the thing."

The bearded man seemed to be analyzing the situation.

"What do you mean?"

The woman was puzzled.

"It's not that Dumbledore doesn't have enemies, nor is it that no one can stand up to Dumbledore. His old enemy Grindelwald took action, and he obviously didn't want to be trapped in prison forever."

"Perhaps what Dumbledore lost is some kind of contract that he used to trap Grindelwald? If the saints found this contract for their boss..." The bearded man looked out the window. Visibility was very low in the cloudy and foggy night, but he didn't want to see anything outside the window.

"You are worthy of being the master. You have already controlled all the information." The bearded man's exclamation made the woman confused. Facing the woman's gaze, he took out a door key.

"This is the second task the master has assigned to me."

The bearded man looked down at the somewhat eerie metal statue in his hand.

"What mission?"

The woman frowned.

"If you don't know, it means the master doesn't trust you enough. Haha... stay here and wait for me." As he said that, the bearded man activated the door key in his hand.

His figure disappeared at the old Gaunt house.

Austria.

Nurmengard.

The bearded man put on a black cloak and carefully broke through layer after layer of protective magic. He was surprised that these protective magics were too simple.

He came to the cell where someone was staying.

"interesting."

The person inside was reading, but he looked a little pretentious. He raised his head and looked at the bearded man outside the door, and his eyes seemed to reveal a bit of displeasure.

"Don't you know that this is the place where I, Gellert Grindelwald, live in seclusion? How dare you disturb my peace? It seems that this era has forgotten how terrifying the reputation of me, the first generation Dark Lord, is!"

The momentum is indeed fierce.

The bearded man was also a little scared.

but.

After looking around, he stuffed something into the room.

"My master sent me to bring you his greetings."

It was a brand new wand.

(End of this chapter)