Dumbledore will definitely notice that after his father wins the election, Dumbledore will definitely talk to the new minister about the recent murder, and his suspicious father will be more careful, even if he has the opportunity to rob him With the soul curse, hidden dangers will also be buried...

Dumbledore will even find himself controlled by his father, when the master's plan will be exposed, and their operation for so many years will be in vain...

Unconsciously, Little Barty broke out in a cold sweat. His fear did not stem from the possible rupture of his relationship with his father, but he was just worried and afraid that his master's plan would encounter obstacles.

Thinking of this, Little Barty immediately bowed and apologized: "It's because I didn't think enough, master."

Evan Rozier, who had a large piece of his head broken, also tremblingly leaned down, constantly begging for forgiveness.

Xiao En glanced at the two of them coldly, and said indifferently, "From now on, use your brains to act, understand?"

"Yes, thank you for your kindness, master."

Xiao En looked around at the Death Eaters present again, and said coldly the last sentence: "The critical period of the plan, take care of your little thoughts."

Then he turned into a black mist and left Malfoy Manor.

After Sean left, the Death Eaters were still half-bowed respectfully. In the living room where the atmosphere had dropped to freezing point, this scene was especially weird.

After a long time, a group of people raised their heads. While they were checking the expressions of their companions, they secretly calmed down their aggravated heartbeats.

Many people put on masks, and their faces under the shadows were a bit ugly.

The Dark Lord is even scarier than before his return...

The organization of Death Eaters originated from Voldemort's blood theory. Purebloods are attracted by their ideas and convinced by their strength. Of course, their masters are getting stronger and stricter under their watchful eyes, and even...

People with these thoughts in their hearts pursed their lips tightly, and they looked up secretly to other places, but they happened to meet another timid look.

Sure enough, I'm not the only one who thinks this way... quite a few people have thought this way.

Yes, the Dark Lord has become increasingly...unreasonable over the years.

The mighty man had become irritable and shallow, and high-handed tactics became the only way for him to tame the Death Eaters.

It is not uncommon for them to have seen Death Eaters who were punished or even lost their lives for saying or doing wrong things, but after the return of the Dark Lord in a brand new body this time, they could clearly feel it.

The mighty Dark wizard was different again, his irritable mind calmed down, his thoughts returned to their earlier sharpness, and his deeds grew more and more elusive.

However, the cruel measures did not ease. After only two gatherings, Antonin Dolokhov, the original most fanatical believer, had been turned into ashes, and several people suffered terrible torture.

Voldemort just got more brutal... that's what most Death Eaters think.

As subordinates, no, as servants, it should be a blessing for their masters to become resourceful again, but it means that they will have to be more cautious when facing the Dark Lord in the future.

Many people have already sighed secretly in their hearts, and the heavy heart of the betrayer is also hidden under the mask.

Bella crossed her arms, imitating Sean's way of scanning around the crowd, and finally sneered: "Ha—Master is strong enough, and sometimes he doesn't care about certain things—but I'm different, as a His most loyal servant, I am obliged to do the little things he is too lazy to do..."

She paced slowly in the living room under the eyes of others, carefully looked at everyone's eyes, and finally said: "Your thoughts are all in the eyes of the Dark Lord. He gave you a chance, don't waste it." , otherwise—I will personally send some people to Dolokhov."

No one said anything more, they and their companions looked at each other for the last time, and then Apparated away.

The night outside the window is getting darker.

…

When Sean came out of the disappearing cabinet and returned to the Hogwarts lounge, he stretched and muttered: "There is a kind of inexplicable handiness..."

He found that when he imitated Voldemort's threat to the Death Eaters, all his movements were so natural, as if he was Voldemort's "the devil".

"Do I really have the potential to be the Dark Lord?" Sean complained to himself, shaking his head and going down the stairs.

In the shadow of the stone corridor behind him, Grindelwald, who had bid farewell to Sean before, looked at the direction Sean left with a smile on his face.

He heard Xiao En muttering to himself, and the arc of the corner of his mouth became more and more upward.

With such a smile, he returned to the office.

In the room, Dumbledore was leaning on the wooden railing and looking at the dark night sky outside, wondering what he was thinking.

Grindelwald casually returned to his chair and sat down, and said casually, "Do you have any eyebrows?"

Dumbledore turned his head, his brows frowned slightly: "I've found out a little bit, although it's not complete, but those people who were exposed all have the same identity behind them..."

"What the **** is the United Wizards Guard?" Grindelwald sneered.

Dumbledore nodded: "Their determination to promote the establishment of the Guardians is beyond my imagination. Herbert Burke's charges have been concluded, but he has not been sent to Azkaban yet."

Grindelwald picked up the newspaper on the table and casually flipped through it, and said easily: "What tricks can there be... Convict one first, and then only need to meet in private. I think the Bock family is still willing to support the establishment of the Guards in exchange for Herbert's freedom. Well, let me think about it, the conviction came so quickly, and others thought Fudge was forced by public pressure. I think he should have met those people too? After all, if there is no outside force Step in, and his defeat in the July election is almost a certainty."

Dumbledore sighed: "Fudge...he's been too anxious recently..."

"Of course, does he look like a wizard? He's more of a politician than any of the Muggle world."

"But now, the British Ministry of Magic is just a microcosm, and the force behind that guard is almost beyond my imagination. Gellert, haven't you heard the news before?"

Facing Dumbledore's suspicion, Grindelwald gave a "tss", and then said in a somewhat dissatisfied tone: "Albus, you won't forget what you said back then, right?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, but a sorry look appeared on his face.

"Grindelwald—prove it to me, prove that you no longer want to destroy the "Secrecy Act", prove that you no longer target the official forces of the wizarding world, prove—" Grindelwald lowered his voice, imitating Dumbledore's seriousness Then he sneered again, crossing his legs recklessly on the table, "Albus, for that prophecy, I gave up my easy victory, and for gaining your trust, I huddled here Being a headmaster who is as ridiculous as you in the castle. I thought that after all these years, we have at least become comrades-in-arms again, and you doubt me now?"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and before he could speak, Grindelwald began to "pursue victory" and his voice became louder and louder: "In the past so many years, you were not even willing to say a few words to me except when necessary, You only gradually got back in touch with me after Shaun's kid started school—and that was when I helped you get rid of Tom Riddle."

"Hey, the great Albus Dumbledore," Grindelwald spread his hands in a strange way, and raised his brows, "I thought I won back the trust, so it's all because of Sean?"

Dumbledore sighed, rubbing his temples with a headache, and finally slowed down his voice: "Okay I admit it-so I apologize to you now, Gellert, I shouldn't doubt you."

Grindelwald's dissatisfied expression disappeared suddenly, and he changed his face faster than Apparation: "Well, I forgive you-hell, why didn't I record your apology to me?"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly: "Speaking of business, Gellert, you have more sources of information than I do outside of England, so you need some refreshments."

Grindelwald spread his hands: "Do you think you don't need employees to be a principal? I can only do my best. After all, your old friend is no longer the Dark Lord."

"They have a lot of momentum, and the investigation is not difficult... The question now is what their purpose is."

Only then did Grindelwald put away his casual expression. He held his chin and thought for a while and then said: "The means are not clever, they are all leftovers from my years of playing... In fact, the purpose will be revealed when the people behind the scenes reveal their identities." Clearly, what is the purpose of the guards? It is obviously the right to speak in the wizarding world. You know, except for my meeting back then, none of the official wizarding forces in the world has pulled up a decent wizarding army, and violent weapons represent words. right."

Dumbledore nodded: "If they have enough momentum, it will be very troublesome."

Grindelwald snapped his fingers: "It depends on what they want to do. Obviously, they don't want to fulfill my old wish for this old man-although they suppress the pure-blood family, they just want to win the other side's team. In my opinion, There is a high probability that they will suppress dissidents after the formation of the guard, and then completely infiltrate the Ministry of Magic of various countries."

Dumbledore frowned, Grindelwald's thoughts coincided with his.

"Their ideas are similar to mine back then, but the difference in one word is a world of difference, 'Wizard Supreme' and 'Pure-Blood Wizard Supreme', tsk, fools without vision." Grindelwald snorted coldly.

Dumbledore glanced at the old friend with a disdainful expression, and said in a deep voice, "We must consider whether there are deeper forces behind them, such as the thief whose identity has not yet been identified."

Grindelwald knew that the other party was talking about the mysterious person who stole the key to the Misty Illusion. He narrowed his eyes: "It would be easier to turn to the prophecy. We know far more information than them, and the key to the prophecy is still the same. On Sean—ha, you should see what the kid's been up to lately, I really admire him."

Dumbledore showed a smile at this moment: "Sean... But, Gellert, promise me, don't completely stuff your ideas into his head, can you?"

Grindelwald shrugged innocently: "You don't really think of him as a kid in the second grade, do you? He is very mature and knows how to filter the information from the outside world. If you see my shadow in him, that's just It can prove that he really felt that it was the right thing to do."

"...Okay," Dumbledore shook his head, "I have to talk to Fudge again, the United Wizards Guard is a bomb..."

"The high probability is useless. The two of us have been the principal and studied the prophecy for so many years. They should have started to operate. The few fires I set off back then burned some ordinary wizards' rights and interests, but after all these years , the original superiors want to take these things back. Albus, you should think about it, if the Goby Guard is established, will the knife come over?"

"Yeah..." Dumbledore smiled self-deprecatingly, "We are the two thickest shadows in front of the knife, but..."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows: "Do you still want to play your tolerance and love now? Albus, you are really... No wonder you asked me to deal with Riddle, you were not cruel enough."

Dumbledore's light blue eyes flickered slightly under the lens: "Many times, a moment of enthusiasm can't solve the fundamental problem, and, I must admit, my weaknesses are far more than they imagined, my worries, my worries... "

Grindelwald paused, he sat up straight and looked at the other party, and finally laughed: "The great Albus Dumbledore, please point out the future direction when the time comes."

"If only I could see."

The two finally spoke a few words, and Dumbledore left Nurmengard.

In the office, Grindelwald looked up at the dazzling ornate chandelier, the light reflected in his eyes.

"The great Albus Dumbledore has many weaknesses, no one will believe it if he tells it..." He chuckled.

Then there was a long silence, until Grindelwald got up and walked to his lounge, the lights went out, and his murmurs were left in the room.

"Sometimes weakness makes us stronger..."

…

One night he was a ruthless Dark Lord, and the next day he became a good student with a strong thirst for knowledge. Sean felt quite natural about the transition between his two identities.

However, the atmosphere in the school is no longer so pure. Fabian Aiken, who wants revenge, often stares at Sean passing by with vicious eyes, and there are more and more reports in the newspapers. , the opponent's arrogance is becoming more and more arrogant~lightnovelpub.net~ The students are all discussing whether there is any major event going to happen recently, Sean and Hermione have already judged the instigator of these events through the information-the United Wizards Guard.

With the constant arrests of pure-blood wizards and ordinary wizards yelling hello, they don't notice that none of the arrested wizards have been sentenced - in this case, the news about the United Guards has also started to spring up. popped out like a .

Most of them are about a certain wizard defeating a dark wizard, or saving a troubled gentleman or lady, or heroically facing the purebloods.

Many whistleblowers who exposed the illegal activities of pure-blood wizards bravely stood up. Without exception, they were all related to the United Wizards Guard.

Under such circumstances, the voices in favor of the establishment of the guards are getting louder and louder, and the speeches of the Ministry of Magic of various countries have changed from "discussing in the future" to "under consideration".

The tide is starting to pick up.

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