A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1097 Are you ready to welcome your Demon King?

Voldemort's plan was simple, in his words:

"Although the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix have managed to capture the Hebdiri Islands and gain air superiority, the overall war situation remains unchanged."

The Death Eaters and the Malays should concentrate more superior forces to retake the Hebrides Islands.

However, after the meeting adjourned, Voldemort left Grindelwald alone and immediately whispered:

"My real plan is to feign an attack on the Hebrides while secretly launching a surprise attack on Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic!"

Grindelwald picked up his teacup, took a sip of hot tea, glanced at him, and frowned, saying:

"But at the military conference just now..."

"That was tactical deception." Voldemort sneered, his snake-like face gleaming palely in the dim light.

"I have learned profound lessons from the many defeats I have suffered in the past."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, seemingly quite interested in the lesson, and gestured for Old Voldemort to continue.

Voldemort didn't mince words. He wouldn't admit his mistakes to his subordinates, but there was nothing to hide from this senior figure of the same rank.

He paced back and forth in the room, speaking in a slow, unhurried voice as he went.

"My strategy and tactics were good. To put it bluntly, they were far superior to Dumbledore and Stark. They were not even on the same level."

However, a group of hopelessly foolish subordinates failed to carry out my orders and ruined my brilliant command.

Carrying such a heavy burden, how can we win this battle?!

"..."

"The second point is the issue of intelligence between the two sides," Voldemort said in his loud and clear voice.

"There's a despicable fellow lurking among the Death Eaters who always manages to deliver the most accurate information to Dumbledore and Stark."

He stopped and turned to look at Grindelwald, eager to gain the approval of this veteran:

"It is precisely because of the asymmetry of intelligence that they have been able to make up for the tactical gap time and time again; otherwise, I would have defeated them long ago."

Grindelwald looked at Voldemort with a strange expression, and finally said very seriously:

"Tom...brilliant!"

"So, what are you planning to do..." the old man shrugged. "How will you address these two points?"

"I will utilize my best command skills to deliver the tactics directly to each Death Eater," Voldemort said confidently.

"They take direct orders from me, which allows them to effectively execute the most perfect tactics."

In layman's terms:

Continue with micro-management, and increase the intensity!

"As for that Death Eater traitor, I haven't found out who it is yet, but we gave that person wrong information at the meeting just now."

"During the raid, we feinted and then used the Portkey to go directly to Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic."

Grindelwald paused for a moment, then asked, "Who else knows about this plan?"

"Just you and me," Voldemort said softly.

He trusted Grindelwald for the time being, after all, the two were working together to fight against Dumbledore.

This old man's hatred for that other old man probably runs much deeper than his own.

After all, he had been imprisoned for fifty years, and Voldemort didn't believe that Grindelwald would go to Dumbledore to betray him.

Unless they're having an affair.

"A very good plan," Grindelwald said softly. "To keep it a secret, I won't let anyone know beforehand."

Including my student.

"Very good." Voldemort laughed heartily. "Hogwarts is part of the strategic objective."

I will send another group of Death Eaters to attack the Ministry of Magic along with your men.

"As long as I kill Minister Burns, I can quickly replace him with my own people and take control of Britain."

"Sure," Grindelwald said expressionlessly.

"And what about Dumbledore and Stark?" Voldemort asked, raising his head.

The success of all strategic objectives rests on the premise of stopping these two individuals.

"I have had Karkaroff inform Dumbledore of my arrival in England."

I've crossed paths with him many times and I know that man well. This information will lure him to come looking for me.

Upon hearing Karkaroff's name, Voldemort merely gave a curt "hmm."

Two years ago, he sent the Carlo siblings to kill Karkaroff, who had surrendered to the Order of the Phoenix.

Unexpectedly, he discovered that he had been controlled by Grindelwald using the Imperius Curse.

This is also why Voldemort did not kill Karkaroff, the traitor.

After all, he could be used as a spy to gather information.

This came in handy just in time.

"The spy lurking beside me will also inform Dumbledore of your arrival," Voldemort said hoarsely, looking at Grindelwald.

"This perfectly corroborates the authenticity of Karkarov's intelligence."

"My two students and I are more than enough to hold Dumbledore captive," Grindelwald said confidently, stroking his wand. "We might even kill him."

"Then I'll hold Stark back," Voldemort said.

The two sides quickly reached an agreement.

"There's one more thing..." Voldemort stroked his wand with his pale fingers, his eyes fixed on Grindelwald.

"I wrote to him many times, asking Gregorich to come here and make me a wand, but you took him away..."

Grindelwald fiddled with his wand, coldly saying:

"Grigovich is out of the question, he's dead."

"Dead?!" Voldemort's eyes flashed.

"When I was defeated, Dumbledore broke my wand," Grindelwald explained.

"I took Grigorovic away because I wanted him to do one more thing for me."

He actually refused, so I... heh~

Voldemort's eyes were deep and thoughtful.

He glanced at the wand in Grindelwald's hand, a hint of greed flashing across his eyes.

Grindelwald gripped his wand tightly; for a moment, he thought Voldemort was about to make a move.

Unexpectedly, he simply grinned and said coldly:

"Since he's dead, let it go."

After Grindelwald left, Voldemort immediately waved his wand.

A tall Dementor emerged from the darkness.

He was cloaked, his face completely hidden under a headscarf, and his arms were scabbed over, emitting a grayish-white light.

The moment the Dementor leader entered, the temperature in the entire room dropped by more than ten degrees.

However, the icy aura had no effect on Voldemort whatsoever.

He sat on the sofa, blinking his reddened eyes, and asked:

"I allowed your race to reproduce for two years. How many Dementors do you have now?"

"Master, the Ministry of Magic has attacked us... There are only about two thousand of them at the moment," the Dementor leader stammered.

"That's enough." Voldemort nodded. "Take a portion of your people and, together with Grindelwald's sorcerers, attack the Ministry of Magic."

Midway through... they changed direction and attacked his subordinates.

Voldemort didn't care about the success or failure of the Ministry of Magic.

If he can eliminate Dumbledore and Stark, and obtain the Elder Wand, he can destroy the Ministry of Magic at any time.

He was confident that his strategy would not go wrong this time, so eliminating Grindelwald's influence ahead of time was of paramount importance.

That way he can take the Elder Wand.

So what if you ambushed friendly forces? I'm the Dark Lord!

Who can be more noble than whom?

"Yes, Master..." The Dementor leader replied without hesitation.

"Send the remaining Dementors to attack Hogwarts... You will be the main force this time!" Voldemort ordered.

"yes!"

Compared to those treacherous Death Eaters, Voldemort now only trusts the Dementors, who would never betray him.

After the Dementors left, Voldemort waved his wand once more.

After an unknown amount of time, Peter the Wormtail shakily pushed open the door and entered.

"Master...did you call me?"

Voldemort lay on the sofa, listlessly saying:

"You've been staying at Snape's house the whole time. Has he made any unusual moves?"

Voldemort did not fully trust Snape... in fact, he would not trust anyone.

Therefore, placing Wormtail in Snape's house, seemingly out of disdain for him and asking Snape to help keep an eye on him, was actually a way of monitoring Snape.

"There's nothing unusual, but he always likes to make me do chores... cleaning, washing his underwear and stuff like that..." Wormtail complained.

"Heh~ Since you're annoyed, I'll give you a new task."

Voldemort tilted his head slightly to one side, examining the insect's tail.

Peter, fearing being sent to the battlefield, immediately said, "This job... is quite good... Master."

"Don't worry, the new mission is not dangerous. I just need you to keep something safe for me."

"What is it?" Insect Tail thought it was some kind of treasure, and his face flashed with excitement.

Voldemort waved his wand, and a halo of light floated over.

The rune, whose head had been chopped off by William, writhed and coiled inside the shimmering magical protective sphere floating in mid-air, as if it were underwater.

The insect tail was no stranger to this snake.

He was the one who caught it in the forests of Albania back then.

"When I start a war, you will be in charge of this snake," Voldemort said.

"Owner……"

"What, you don't want to?" Voldemort narrowed his icy eyes.

"I do..." Peter swallowed.

"Peter." Voldemort stood up, walked slowly to Wormtail, and pressed his hand on Peter's shoulder.

"Back then, you saved me and resurrected me. I still remember it... Among the Death Eaters, you are the one I trust the most."

Voldemort's right hand, which was gripping the insect's tail, was an alchemical arm.

"Take good care of this snake for me. When I get back, I'll make you a metal body that can resist all spells."

Insect Tail looked delighted and readily agreed, "Yes, Master."

"My dear, my good servant, my... baby, I'm entrusting you with my care."