The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 535 Old Ge, why can't you be the principal?

Moriarty had long harbored the idea of ​​incorporating the saints into his ranks.

He doesn't need manpower.

Rather, they are a group of people who can disrupt the immortality organization's plans and act as troublemakers.

The title of saint and his standing in the eyes of wizards perfectly met Moriarty's requirements.

Regardless of whether he can persuade Grindelwald to come out of retirement this time, Moriarty will still target the Saints.

Even though Grindelwald was defeated and lost power, the Saints still retained some of their strength.

The Polish saints are one branch, and only a few people are able to contact them.

The Vancho vampires happen to be one of them.

Therefore, before Moriarty's trip, he arranged for Queen Vandro to go to Poland. If Grindelwald didn't know what was good for him, then Moriarty shouldn't blame him for being impolite.

That night, Nurmengard.

Under the starry night sky, Grindelwald seemed to have guessed that guests were coming, so he moved a chair to the rooftop and waited there early.

With a distortion of space, Moriarty and Dumbledore appeared in phantom form.

"Please forgive us for coming without prior notice, Mr. Grindelwald."

Moriarty gave a polite bow and conjured two armchairs with leather armrests, sitting down opposite Grindelwald with Dumbledore.

"The first time, it was you who came," Grindelwald said, looking at Moriarty, his voice still hoarse.

"It's you the second time." Grindelwald turned to look at Dumbledore.

"The third time, at this very moment, you all appear before me together."

Grindelwald lowered his gaze and emphasized, "So today, you're here to issue an ultimatum."

Moriarty nodded and said, "Yes, the struggle has begun. You must take a side, Mr. Grindelwald. Even if we stop looking for you, the wizard who appears before you will be one of Gamp's men."

Dumbledore calmly stated his intelligence: "The Ministry of Magic has information on Chanut's whereabouts. You know what that means, Gellert."

Upon hearing the final form of address, Grindelwald felt a slight emotional fluctuation.

He raised an eyebrow. "Hmm... Newt, Newt Scamander?"

"I admit he did cause me a lot of trouble; he's a wizard who won't yield to anyone."

"I'm glad you give him such a high evaluation," Dumbledore said regretfully, "but you underestimate Gamp's power."

"Let me speak, about Gamp—" Moriarty continued.

"He has an organization whose members are at least wizards of your and Dumbledore's caliber."

Moriarty's words made Grindelwald sit up straight.

"These people have a very simple mindset; all they can think about is becoming gods!"

"So you don't need to worry about them slaughtering wizards or destroying the world..."

"Even if it weren't for me, they wouldn't have bothered you."

"But? It is precisely because of my existence that Gamp has been gathering power at all costs and poaching people from all over the place."

"They've found Newt Scamander, and you're next!"

"If you don't want to join us, you'll have to be with Gamp."

“Of course, I know your spirit all too well,” Moriarty said, standing up. “If you refuse to yield to the death, then you will face a combined attack from me and Gamp!”

"We will first eliminate all uncertainties that oppose us!"

Having said all that could be said, Moriarty prepared to leave.

Grindelwald's face revealed a thoughtful expression he had never shown since he was imprisoned in Nurmengard.

His slightly furrowed brows were filled with solemnity.

He is thinking about it seriously!

Dumbledore, seeing this, sighed deeply, stood up, and said, "Times have changed, Gellert."

Just as Moriarty and Dumbledore were about to leave, Grindelwald suddenly spoke up: "I heard Voldemort placed a curse on your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

The two turned around and saw Grindelwald curl the corners of his mouth into a smug, wicked grin.

His eyes were bright and his hoarse voice held a certain tension and was magnetic.

"A challenging job, isn't it?"

I want to give it a try.

Grindelwald intends to reconcile with Dumbledore.

But how could he say it in front of Moriarty?

This is the only way to express it.

Grindelwald is willing to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts!

Moriarty and Dumbledore exchanged a glance, a hint of delight in their eyes.

I never expected Grindelwald to be able to do this.

Moriarty's only expectation of Old Gurley was to divert Gump's attention and distract Dumbledore after his release from prison.

Old Man Grylls' willingness to join the Hogwarts family almost threw Moriarty off balance.

Moriarty quickly recovered, sat back down, and said loudly, "On behalf of the Four Lords, I respect your choice, Mr. Grindelwald. However, the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for this year has already been filled."

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Yes, she's a witch from the Ministry of Magic."

Seeing Grindelwald open his mouth as if to speak, Moriarty quickly said, "Why not try another route?"

"Hmm?" Grindelwald's eyes twitched.

"Instead of being a professor at Hogwarts, why not try being a headmaster?" Moriarty smirked.

"headmaster?"

"headmaster?"

Dumbledore and Grindelwald said in unison.

They were stunned.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald strangely, thinking to himself, "You made him headmaster."

You think Nurmengard is too spacious, huh?

Or perhaps the magic school he founded was named Nurmengard!

If I had known this would happen, I would have let Voldemort open a magic school called "Azkaban".

Then there will be a chaotic battle of dark wizards.

Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!

Dumbledore smiled as he thought about it.

Grindelwald laughed too: "You think I can be the principal? Hahahaha..."

"I'm just offering a suggestion," Moriarty shrugged, snapped his fingers, and looked north, his tone becoming wistful.

"I have a friend who is an excellent wizard in Durmstrang. He has told me more than once that he secretly studied the study notes left by Gellert Grindelwald."

He also said that he had too few study notes, and if he had more, he would definitely have learned more.

"Oh, by the way, his name is Viktor Krum."

"My notes..." Grindelwald said softly, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes, as if he were recalling his student days.

"Ah, I remember now," he suddenly exclaimed excitedly, "I left most of my notes there—"

"Godric Hollow," Dumbledore blurted out.

Grindelwald's gaze met Dumbledore's.

Moriarty seemed to see a spark in it.

He suddenly realized he should leave.

If we don't leave now, we'll seem superfluous.

"I still have some things to take care of in Poland, so I'll be leaving now."

After saying this, Moriarty disappeared, while Queen Ventau was still waiting for him in Poland.

Only Grindelwald and Dumbledore remained on the rooftop.

They looked at each other without saying a word.

"I brought the clothes you like."

"If you're going out, you'd better dress properly."

Dumbledore produced a set of clothes from somewhere.

White shirt, light blue vest, dark blue suit, black stand-up collar coat, and a pair of riding boots.

Place it on the chair next to it.

Dumbledore nodded. "I await your good news, Gellert."

"Cheers~"

Fox flew in, a flash of fire, and the phoenix carried Dumbledore away.

Grindelwald stared at the chair Dumbledore had sat in for a long time, until the cool night breeze blew and he shivered.

He looked up and gazed at the starry sky.

In a voice only he could hear, he said, "You're still so long-winded, Albus."

The next day, Grindelwald, dressed neatly, appeared outside Durmstrang School.

He reached out his hand towards the magic school's defenses.

The protective spells, including shielding spells, guardian spells, and sedative spells, melted away rapidly in his hands, like ice and snow under the sun.

When the entire school was exposed to Grindelwald, he flashed his signature smile.

"For the greater good."

"I'm back!"

Upon seeing the person's face clearly through the principal's office window, Kakarov's expression twisted in horror as he cried out, "No—it's him! He's back!"

"NO!!!"

Screams filled the campus.

(End of this chapter)