Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

(After watching the thrilling World Cup final, I was so excited that I couldn't sleep, so I wrote a chapter overnight to celebrate, Messi YYDS)

Austria, Nurmengard.

The luxurious study was filled with a strong sweet fragrance. You could always get some sweets and sweet drinks within reach.

Grindelwald didn't eat much, but it didn't stop him from always having them, and he asked people to change them every day to ensure the best taste of the sweets.

At this time, Grindelwald sat behind the sandalwood desk, holding a letter and reading it seriously. His eyes flashed with anger from time to time, and the air exploded from time to time because of his boiling magic.

This was the fourth time he had read the letter.

The first time, he almost exploded with anger.

The second time, he showed a thoughtful look.

The third time, he still felt like exploding on the spot.

[To Mr. Perel Rouge, dear]

[I am very happy to receive your letter again.

Last time you mentioned the wizard war that Grindelwald started, I have a different opinion.

In a word, Grindelwald, he is nothing!

This guy is so shameless to call himself a legend, isn't he?

I have heard a great man from the East say about "revolution", and I regard it as the truth.

If you want to accomplish something, then make your companions more and your enemies less.

And Grindelwald, apart from making himself full of enemies and proving that he is a useless dark lord, can he still do something?

Everyone says he is good at bewitching, so why not bewitching Dumbledore?

If he can't bewitch, he can't beat him.

Then why not capture his wife and relatives and hold them hostage? If he doesn't agree to join the conspiracy, kill them!

Even if this doesn't work, if you can't threaten, then cheat, pretend to be defeated, pretend to be a strange plan, pretend to be stupid, etc.

Anyway, there are more tricks than difficulties.

What about the Dark Lord? He is not a conspirator at all. He is rubbish.

Good people are actually easier to deal with than bad people. Good people have many weaknesses and concerns. Therefore, Grindelwald's failure is simply a disgrace to the bad title of "Dark Lord"!

Grindelwald always promotes all kinds of lofty ideals, but apart from bewitching those brainless idiots who eat ideals, he is also a fart.

Who will work with you if you don't give benefits? How much is the ideal worth? How many kilograms of rice can it be worth?

If it were me, I would directly shout the slogan "Fight pure blood and divide the land", and I guarantee that 90% of wizards will follow me!

Oh, the criticism is too extreme and off the topic. Please don't blame me, old man.

Regarding the issue of treating Muggles, my views are roughly three points. Start integrating wizards from top to bottom in the Muggle world, absorb Muggle technology into magic, and manipulate public opinion to slowly pave the way for the existence of wizards.

Of course, the process will be more complicated and difficult. The most difficult part is to unify the views of wizards and break the law of confidentiality.

Regarding the elements, I have to thank the old man. I just happened to have a suitable wand.

Alas, it is a pity that lightning spells are hard to find, and I am just a poor student with no connections.

By the way, I have to tell you a piece of news secretly. Voldemort seems to be back, and our headmaster's hair has turned white with worry.

And I just happened to be able to help him share some of the burden, but the headmaster was too stingy and just gave me a chicken feather to send me away.

………….

Tribute to your dear friend Shor Black]

Grindelwald almost couldn't suppress the anger in his eyes after reading it for the fourth time. He even crushed a corner of the letter, but a qualified superior would not be affected by emotions in his judgment.

Although he was very angry, he felt that what Shor said made sense.

He was in prison for fifty years, so he naturally reflected all the time.

He took several deep breaths to suppress his anger. Fortunately, he still had some self-restraint and did not think of rushing to Hogwarts to kill Shaw.

Grindelwald calmed down and began to write a reply with gritted teeth.

And he had to criticize himself with Shaw from a third-person perspective.

How could he justify this?

The first generation of the Dark Lord actually felt a little wronged.

After writing the letter, he called Abernethy again.

"Is there any progress on the Phoenix?"

Abernethy looked embarrassed, with sweat on his forehead. He had thought the problem was simple before.

There are indeed more than one or two phoenixes, and the saints have also found traces of wild phoenixes, but how to catch them is a difficult problem.

The phoenix can teleport, cannot be killed, and can heal itself, so its combat power is directly poor, otherwise it is perfect.

But it is really difficult to catch. The saints have mobilized a lot of manpower and resources, but they didn't even catch a hair.

But Abernathy knew that his master was a man who only cared about the results and not the process.

Grindelwald looked slightly unhappy when he saw his subordinates’ expressions.

He had long been dissatisfied with the frequency of his communication with Shaw.

Shaw, this little guy, really made Grindelwald want to teach him. He was eager to pass on his skills to him so that he could realize his unfulfilled ideals.He had just been scolded, so he was still angry.

But before Grindelwald could vent his anger by scolding his men, a spark exploded in the air, and Dumbledore's figure slowly emerged.

Grindelwald immediately restrained his displeasure and pointed to the envelope on the table to Abernethy.

"As usual, send the spell along."

Abernethy secretly said he was lucky, took the envelope and turned around and left quickly.

He made up his mind that if it didn't work, he would go and catch the phoenix mascot of the New Zealand Quidditch team.

Dumbledore looked at Abernethy leaving with the letter, and a thought flashed through his mind.

But Grindelwald interrupted his thinking.

"Albus, you're here."

Grindelwald greeted him enthusiastically and called for various desserts.

"These are the sweets I bought from all over the world. This is baklava, this is tiramisu, and by the way, you must try this. It's called Tanghulu in the East. It's sour and sweet and pretty good."

Dumbledore's eyes were complicated. He hummed and took the Tanghulu handed by Grindelwald and took a bite.

It was indeed sweet and sour, and he understood Gellert's metaphor.

Dumbledore, feeling a little guilty, quickly took out a pair of wool socks with body temperature from his arms.

"Gellert, this is my gift to you. Although it's summer now, as long as you don't wear it outside to bask in the sun, it should still be very comfortable."

Grindelwald's face froze, his enthusiastic look became a little more serious, and he said slowly in a self-deprecating manner.

"You don't believe I will keep my promise. I'm old and have been here for many years. The hard life in prison has also broken my body. How can I have the energy to go out?"

"Besides, I have long been eliminated by the times. My knowledge may not be as good as that of the first-year students in your school."

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with pleading eyes.

"Gellert, the magic world really can't stand the tossing. I really don't have the energy to play dumb with you now. Promise me, okay?"

Grindelwald saw Albus like this and suddenly thought of what Shaw mentioned in the letter, and couldn't help but smile warmly.

"Okay, as long as you put on my socks by hand, I will never leave the tower."

Grindelwald said, and put his feet on the table, looking like he was waiting to be served.

"Glad to serve you."

Dumbledore didn't mean to be shy or embarrassed. He walked to the sandalwood table and stretched out his hand to gently remove Grindelwald's shoes and socks.

But when he saw Grindelwald's skinny and shrunken feet, his hands couldn't help but tremble, and tears gradually appeared in his eyes.

Feelings of self-blame lingered in his heart, and a string in his heart almost broke.