Mysterious Walker at Hogwarts

Dean obviously came at the wrong time. The place was being ravaged by a snowstorm, and the only standing spire was almost completely covered in ice and snow.

"Damn it, Professor Dumbledore should remind me to wear more clothes." Dean regretted a little. He must have been possessed just now. He was not fully prepared, so he rashly followed Dumbledore's advice and was teleported here. .

Even if he wanted to retreat now, it was too late. After successfully using fixed-point teleportation, the magic power provided by the Room of Requirement had been consumed. Unless Dean was confident that his magic power could support the use of return teleportation, he wanted to return to Hogwarts. , we can only think of another way.

Dean touched the blood oath pendant in the dragon skin bag, hoping that Grindelwald, who he had not yet met, would take the pendant's sake into account and not make things too difficult for him.

To be honest, even though he is a little fan of Grindelwald, Dean is still a little scared of this first-generation Dark Lord.

Dean held the blackthorn wand, always on guard and did not dare to relax at all, as if Grindelwald would jump out from unexpected places at any time and use an Avada Kedavra on him.

However, the journey was unexpectedly smooth. Dean arrived at the foot of the spire smoothly and saw the familiar saying at the entrance: "For the greater good."

Dean chewed these words carefully. What exactly is the "greater good" in Grindelwald's mind?

Dean originally thought that Grindelwald would also set many tests like Dumbledore.

Unexpectedly, the styles of the two were completely different. Nurmengard was almost undefended, and even the door to the entrance to the minaret was opened easily, without even using the "Alaho Cave"!

Dean hesitated at the door. The smoother the beginning, the more uneasy it made him. This made every subsequent step out of his control. Dean didn't like this feeling.

"The wait is finally here, my heir, why don't you come up?" A weathered but powerful voice suddenly sounded in Dean's ears.

"Gellert Grindelwald?" Dean confirmed.

"I'm glad you know my name. I thought my old friend would avoid my name to trick you into coming here to see me." Grindelwald said, obviously referring to Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore wouldn't do that." Dean suppressed the anxiety in his heart and walked into the spire.

Almost the moment he stepped into the spire, his eyes flashed, and then he appeared in a warm and magnificent hall.

Dean seriously suspected that this room had been cast with a traceless extension spell. From outside the spire, it was difficult to imagine that the space in the narrow spire could be so huge.

The flame in the fireplace was burning brightly, as if it could bring endless light and warmth. The beating flames complemented the whistling wind and snow outside the window, giving Dean a different experience.

Dean suspected that this was the legendary eternal fire - the Gubler Fairy Fire.

Gellert Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, is just like what Dean saw in the Mirror of Erised, a spiritual old man with light blond hair, wearing an elegant black tuxedo and an exquisite bow tie. , sitting on a luxurious high-backed chair, looking at Dean with a smile that was enough to enchant people's hearts.

Dean must admit that Grindelwald is a very charming man - at least more approachable and easier to believe than Dumbledore at first glance.

No wonder his followers could be found in almost every corner of Europe.

When they first met, Dean felt that the two generations of Dark Lords had completely different styles: if Voldemort relied on his powerful magic to coerce and intimidate the Death Eaters into succumbing to him with terrifying means; then Grindelwald relied on his strong personal charm. His outstanding eloquence made his followers willingly surrender.

Although Voldemort may be more powerful, Dean believes that if the two generations of Dark Lords competed head-on, Voldemort would not even be worthy of giving Grindelwald shoes.

"My heir, I can feel your sincere admiration for me." Grindelwald said elegantly, in a full aristocratic manner.

Dean felt that he might never be able to learn this kind of nobility in his life - some temperaments are born from the bones.

"In some ways, I think so." Dean tried his best to appear neither humble nor arrogant, but unfortunately his legs were still shaking unsatisfactoryly under the Prokos robe.

"That's enough. My former wand chose you for a reason - at least you got its approval." Grindelwald tapped his hand, and a ball of light flew out of his hand and landed on Dee. In An's hand, "This is a small greeting gift, please accept it."

Dean looked down and saw that they were a pair of thick wool socks.

"If you agree, I am willing to help you pass it on to Professor Dumbledore." Dean felt that this seemingly ordinary but meaningful gift was a bit hot, so he said wittily.

"...It's such a nostalgic name." Grindelwald was stunned for a moment and then said mockingly, "Of course you can transfer it to him if you want, but I suggest you keep it for yourself."

"I accept your suggestion." Dean said and neatly put the wool socks into the dragon skin bag.

It was not that his behavior was inconsistent, but he saw a line of prompts from the system: "It has been detected that the host has come into contact with a magic item. It is recommended to study it carefully. It may contain secrets inherited by the first generation Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald. ."

Dean immediately gave up the idea of ​​using this pair of woolen socks that meant a lot to Dumbledore to please him. Maybe wait until he dug out all the secrets in the woolen socks before handing it over?

I don't know if it was Dean's behavior that moved him, but a look of appreciation flashed across Grindelwald's face.

"It seems that you have not been completely influenced by my old friend, at least you have not become as hypocritical as him." Grindelwald teased.

"Well, I just suddenly realized that these wool socks might be more useful to me." Dean was a little embarrassed.

"So you have discovered the extraordinary qualities of wool socks? You are worthy of my chosen one." Grindelwald looked very happy.

"Actually, I don't quite understand your criteria for choosing an heir." Dean didn't know exactly what caught Grindelwald's eye.

"Tell me your name." Grindelwald asked.

"Dean Thomas."???.

"Dean...Thomas..." Grindelwald seemed to be thinking about something, and after a moment he asked hesitantly: "You don't seem to be a pure-blood wizard?"

"Obviously, yes, I come from a Muggle family, but there is evidence that my biological father should be a wizard, so I am of mixed blood."

"Then your biological father is..."

"Brian Xiao, according to the clues I got, it should be this name. I have never seen him."

"Brian...Xiao?"

Grindelwald's eyes visibly flashed, and Dean concluded that he must know something.