Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

Click, click, click, click...

With the expansion of the German army across Europe, Grindelwald's mark of the Holy Death has become the most frightening symbol in Europe (although no one really knows the meaning of the pattern), under the victory of the war, Realization of lofty ideals seems to be only a matter of time.

The Muggle wars and battles with wizards can be completely handed over to Hitler and his deputy, so Grindelwald is also quite leisurely meditating at the table this day, exuding an amazing old man's smell that does not match his appearance at all.

He was very leisurely, but the sudden change of green flame in the fireplace made him squint his eyes. Grindelwald looked over, and the stern look was almost only for a moment, because he then softened the majestic expression into a slightly gentle one. : "Voldemort? In such a way that you don't even show your real body... Can I think this is your retreat from me?"

"Retreat?" A deep black shadow emerged from the emerald green, Voldemort walked out of the firelight as if every line of his appearance was smudged with cold black ink, he looked as if he was piled up by smoke, The outline fluttered with every expression, "I thought you would appreciate my magic skills, the word 'retreat' has never been suitable for you and me."

"Okay, then show off."

Grindelwald changed to a more comfortable position and leaned on his office chair. He leaned against the back of the chair, his long and slender legs were casually crossed, and his white hands were gracefully placed on his abdomen. Voldemort was very displeased by the tense look, so he walked over and looked down at Grindelwald who was leaning on the chair: "... I thought that the reaction of people who are invaded into their private space should be more intense. right."

"Oh, I think so too." Grindelwald smiled, his sky-blue eyes were full of smiles, he didn't express any reaction to Voldemort's rude behavior, even though Voldemort's body had been separated from him pretty close...

Grindelwald just looked at Voldemort kindly, as if looking at a child with a temper tantrum, making Voldemort feel awkward no matter how he was looked at.

Voldemort stared at Grindelwald for maybe a minute or maybe just a few seconds, and then he snorted, his original irritation was suppressed because he remembered a sentence he had read in a book, whoever is serious will be Lost—this old devil is just like that old lunatic Dumbledore, whoever gets serious with him loses, and whoever gets angry with him loses.

So he also pulled up a chair and sat down. His hot body scalded the smooth leather to produce foul-smelling smoke. There was a slight noise, which disturbed the noise, but Grindelwald just smacked his nose with a smile, and then He said indifferently without changing his expression: "Then, kid who boasted that he would be side by side with me within a year, did you come here to report the results to me because you achieved your goal?"

Voldemort frowned, he didn't like Grindelwald's tone, he didn't like it very much, "...I have completely seized the United States of America and subdued all opposing forces."

"Oh──? That isolationist country that is generally indifferent to other countries?"

Grindelwald moved his fingers in surprise, and raised a smiley eyebrow at the corner of his mouth, "Remember that country was the place where the financial turmoil started... You spend your time doing this kind of thing, you...you really have time... "

"...you think all I do is pass the time?"

Voldemort felt humiliated, and Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders and smirked. Although he hid the contempt well in his eyes, the attitude he showed still inevitably stimulated the dark lord with strong self-esteem, "At least I still I don't see what you're doing."

"You'll see." Voldemort said coldly, losing his original interest, the smoke cleared, and he said his farewell as rudely as when he came, the only thing that left traces of Voldemort's arrival was the charred chair, And Grindelwald just shook his head and looked at the wreckage, with his habitual smile on his lips: "...Young man, you are really too impatient... But what exactly is he here for?"

Grindelwald was puzzled, but this question didn't occupy his thoughts for too long. He quickly turned back again and focused on his previous thinking, but he couldn't laugh after a while, because the narrow-minded man really made Green Devore saw his purpose, and far more than Grindelwald wanted to see...

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[The silver and black Nazi uniform marched along with the cry of "Heil Hitler". 】──In [-]XX, the German army attacked Denmark and Norway, and Norway surrendered.

[The footsteps of expansion, like spilled ink, are out of control. 】

──In [-]XX, Germany conquered Western Europe with a blitzkrieg, and the French capital was destroyed.

[There are no more obstacles, the only enemy is Britain. 】

──In [-]XX, Germany went to war against Britain. First, it launched a large-scale air attack on Britain, and then began to bomb major cities.

【Retaliation, killing, tears and death. 】

──In [-]XX, Grindelwald's army also slaughtered wizards from all over the world at the same appalling speed.

[As the wand flickers, a picture of sadness rolls up, and how many hopes are shattered. 】──In [-]XX, Voldemort met with Grindelwald in secret.

【The worried old man saw the calm expression of the man standing behind the wheelchair. 】

──In [-]XX, the United States passed the "Lend-Lease Act" to provide arms and war materials to other countries.

【"You...why are you here?"

the old man asked, and the man smiled. 】

──In [-]XX, the U.S. Congress still refused to join the war.

【"what would you like?"

"It's up to you, but any action has a price."]

──In [-]XX, the United States formally intervened in the war in Europe.