Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

It was rainy and rainy in Austria in July, especially for the well-known wizarding prison of Neumengard.

In front of the gate of this ghostly-like tower, Amber, who was forced out of the space, was already used to it. After finishing his clothes, he walked into the crumbling gate.

Different from the cold and dilapidated appearance on the outside, inside the tower of Numengard, a huge magic fireplace warms the whole room.

Directly under the bright magic chandelier, on the single-seat sofa covered with plain plaid, sat a thin old man.

"It's not yet time for class, you are early."

Feeling Amber's arrival, the old man sat on the sofa without raising his head, just quietly flipping through the tome book, his tone was quite indifferent.

"I need to ask you something, teacher."

Seeing Grindelwald's attitude, Amber didn't care.

Since the battle with Dumbledore that year, the old man's mood had changed considerably.

The revolutionary, even a bit radical, who was determined to reform at the beginning can only be trapped in this prison built by him.

This is not just physical imprisonment, but spiritual loss.

Amber still clearly remembers that when he was brought here by the system scroll, the only furniture in Numengard was a broken bed.

If he hadn't accepted a student like himself by accident, I'm afraid that simple or even rudimentary decoration would accompany the old man to the end of his life.

"Ask you? It's rare that this word comes out of your mouth."

Hearing Amber's intention, Grindelwald finally raised his head.

"But since you're here, let's check your learning results by the way."

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

There was no movement from Grindelwald, and he didn't even put down the magic book in his hand.

With just a slight movement of the fingertips, a azure blue light shot out in an instant, which was thousands of times faster than ordinary wizards.

And this spell fell in Amber's eyes, only to feel a flash of light.

Immediately, the muscles and bones of the whole body seemed to be crushed into powder inch by inch, and the boundless pain spread all over the body, and it was about to drown the reason in an instant.

"Uh-ah..."

Amber suddenly felt that all the muscles in his body were spasming uncontrollably.

But he knew that now was not the time to stand still and stand still.

"Except your weapons!"

Resisting the boundless pain, the cuff flicked, and the jet-black wand slipped into Amber's hand.

"Hard obstacles"

"Thunderbolt"

"Arrow through the heart"

The incantation that endured the extreme pain finally sounded, and one after another colorful beams shot out from the spell in Amber's hand.

However, these curses were always pushed aside by the old man whenever they approached Grindelwald.

One attack after another, in the face of this great revolutionary, the first generation of the Dark Lord, it was all like a child's play, and had no effect on him.

The surging magic power hits the surrounding furniture, offsetting the protective magic on the entire tower, creating invisible ripples.

Even so, watching his disciples endure the constant torture of the Cruciatus Mantra. Drop by drop of sweat fell on the ground, forming a small pool of water.

In Grindelwald's indifferent gaze, which was as indifferent as that of a falcon, there was no trace of emotion.

Until Amber couldn't bear the boundless pain any longer, his knees flopped to the ground.

"Twenty-two minutes and twenty-three seconds, it's not slack."

Looking at Amber soaked in sweat, Grindelwald nodded slightly, with a rare hint of relief in his tone.

However, after such an emotion only appeared for a moment, Grindelwald raised his face again, put down the book in his hand, and reprimanded Amber who stood up slowly:

"But the spell behind you is just messing around. There is no strength, no speed, and even loss of alignment."

"What are you going to do with such a spell? Go to Hogwarts and tickle each other with those students?"

Listening to Grindelwald's reprimand, Amber did not refute.

Years of fighting had made his mood different from that of an ordinary ten-year-old wizard.

In battle, the enemy will not have the slightest pity because of your age.

Grindelwald's methods may seem cruel, but what he brings to Amber is precisely the most precious life-saving ability.

"Yes, teacher, I wrote it down."

Seeing Amber's attitude, Grindelwald nodded in relief.

Ever since Amber was accidentally brought to Nurmengard by that unknown magic item.

This little guy, like a ray of sunshine shot through the heavy dark clouds from the sky, quietly broke the dusty heart of Grindelwald.

But if Amber was extremely young at the time, it was only after being used by Grindelwald as a pastime.

Then after learning Amber's special surname, Grindelwald really took the boy for his heir.

The only member of the Cadmus family, the direct descendant of the second of the three brothers of the death artifact, appeared in front of him like this

Grindelwald even felt that this was the only gift Merlin had received from Merlin since he sat in Numengard for decades.

Looking at the light in Grindelwald's eyes, Amber naturally knew what the old man was thinking.

The old man always wanted himself to inherit his revolutionary ideals.

However, it is easier said than done to reform the entire magic world.

Ignoring the old man who was reminiscing about the past and looking forward to the future, Amber, who finally recovered, rubbed his sore muscles and opened the system scroll.

[Sign-in - the original Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald]

[Sign in successfully, gain knowledge - "One of Advanced Alchemy"]

Seeing this reward, Amber's eyes lit up.

Immediately got up, rubbed his sore muscles and walked to a room.

The layout of this room is completely different from the warm living room outside. A huge half-moon-shaped workbench occupies two-thirds of the room.

And on this workbench, countless magic materials were piled up indiscriminately, and stacks of manuscript papers filled with messy rune words were randomly thrown in every corner.

However, in the middle of this huge magic workbench, there is a product that does not belong to the magic world at all.

A Colt M1911 pistol.

"I've tried it many times. Your idea should work, but it's very difficult."

Following Amber, Grindelwald also entered the room.

When his eyes fell on the table, the dismantled pistol, his tone was full of emotion.

"It is indeed a genius idea to fix the rune in the pistol, which can be stimulated without spells and magic."

"Magic civilization combined with Muggle technology, I have to say that you are much more sophisticated than my methods back then."

"But it's also much more difficult, isn't it?"

Amber shrugged, staring straight at the pistol on the table, his tone full of helplessness.

After two industrial revolutions, Muggles have already left the wizarding world far behind.

Especially after World War II, Muggles explored the earth with great efficiency, which naturally compressed the living space of the magic world.

No matter how strong Arvada is, the killing efficiency is not as good as ak47.

No matter how secret the Imperius Curse was, it couldn't match the interaction of the three-person squad.

No matter how magical the Muggle Repelling Charm is, it is no match for the infrared scanning of drones.

The magic world is dying!

Really at that time, between the powerful firepower of Muggles and the magical power of wizards, a protracted and tragic meaningless war will break out!

And the pistol on the table is the path chosen by the master and the apprentice to save the magic world after a lot of screening.

Magical Industrial Revolution!

A combination of Muggle technology and magical civilization.

This is the only way to save the wizarding world.

Grindelwald did not change his original intention. As a disciple, Amber could only inherit the ideal of his teacher and embark on this revolutionary road.

Looking at the pile of parts on the table, Grindelwald shook his head in confusion and said:

"I've thought about a lot of ways during this time, but I still can't find a way that can stably output magic power."

"Traditional wand cores are not suitable for pistols, dragon heartstrings and unicorn hair, and are not a substitute for gunpowder to provide the power to consistently deliver spells."

"I know this, but I have some new ideas."

Amber, who had just received the relevant sign-in reward, greatly increased his confidence, grabbed the parts on the table, and carefully painted the magic runes according to the new knowledge in his mind.

After a long time, as Amber's last stroke fell, the parts in his hand instantly burst into bright light, and then slowly dimmed.

"how could this be?"

Looking at the parts on the table, Amber laughed.

One's own actions cannot be said to be failures, but they are not completely successful either.

Today's pistols do have the ability to shoot magic. But it's only one hit.

After a single blow, the powerful magic power will instantly destroy the entire mechanical structure. This magic pistol, which has spent countless efforts, will instantly turn into a mass of scrap metal.

"It's already very good. The coordination of all parts is a whole process. Take your time and don't worry."

Having said this, Grindelwald turned his head and looked at Amber, who had been silent.

"Speaking of which, your state is very abnormal today."

"Before I came, I just met a person from a pure blood family. It's really a headache."

Having said that, Amber remembered the real reason for coming to Numengard this time.

"Teacher, how many great wizards can the current council of elders produce?"*