Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

Grindelwald stood up, arms slightly outstretched, and smiled gently.

"Welcome, friends who have come from afar."

His voice was unhurried, carrying an irresistible charm, like a warm-hearted old man welcoming everyone to visit.

"I am very pleased to meet you all at this special moment," Grindelwald's gaze slowly swept across each face, as if he could see through their inner thoughts. "Please, make yourselves at home, don't be nervous. In this castle, no one is my enemy, unless you actively choose to become one."

His words were gentle and inclusive, but that last sentence made many representatives' hearts tremble, and they couldn't help but tense up.

Some subconsciously took a half step back, while others feigned composure, looking directly at this legendary figure of the magical world who had once dominated the scene.

Sebastian, at that moment, gently stepped forward, with a just right smile on his face.

"To visit uninvited, and still be received with such warmth by Mr. Grindelwald, is truly flattering."

"No need to be polite," Grindelwald gently raised his hand, pointing his index finger to his eyes, a faint smile on his lips, "I saw some images, so your visit is not abrupt to me. Please, have a seat, let's chat slowly."

Listening to Grindelwald's words, the representatives felt a chill in their hearts, and various rumors about Grindelwald flashed through their minds—not just that past full of iron and blood and conquest, but also his terrifying talent for prophecy.

Under those eyes, all secrets were difficult to hide.

"The castle seems a bit deserted," Sebastian sat opposite Grindelwald, a meaningful smile on his lips, "which doesn't quite match your status."

"Status this, status that," Grindelwald chuckled, his tone lazy, "I'm just an old man who's getting on in years. If the castle is too lively, I find it noisy."

"It's best this way now, quiet! And I'm not alone either."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the reception room quietly opened.

A middle-aged wizard in a refined butler's uniform walked in slowly, carrying a carved silver tray, his demeanor elegant and appropriate, like a well-trained old-fashioned English butler.

His expression was calm, his gaze gently swept over everyone, and then he poured fragrant red tea for the representatives present, one by one.

When he came to Sebastian, the corner of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a just right, proper smile.

"Esteemed guest, this is your red tea."

The corner of Sebastian's eye twitched uncontrollably, and he gave the butler a speechless expression. Fortunately, he was sitting at the very front of the representatives, always with his back to everyone, so only Grindelwald and the butler could see his expression.

This middle-aged butler was none other than Dumbledore, disguised with Human Transfiguration.

Sebastian had sensed the other party's presence long ago, but he never thought that Dumbledore would appear in front of everyone so openly, even playing Grindelwald's butler?

That old Dumbledore has completely let himself go since going offline.

Is it fun to be mischievous?

What is this, a趣味 play for two old guys who are over two hundred years old combined? And are we just a link in your play?

Two naughty old guys!

"Thank you!" Sebastian had ten thousand words he wanted to complain about, but he still held back, softly thanked him, and then picked up the red tea and silently took a small sip.

Tea personally poured by Old Dumbledore, it would be a waste not to drink it. He couldn't enjoy this kind of treatment at Hogwarts before.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I didn't expect that in addition to you, there is also someone in the castle..."

"Oh," Grindelwald said with a smile, "This is my butler. After all, I'm over a hundred years old, and my legs and feet are not as convenient as when I was young. It's much more convenient to have a young man take care of my daily life."

Hearing this, before Sebastian could say anything, some of the representatives behind him couldn't help but cough.

What the hell, inconvenient legs and feet!

We just saw in the news that you were a complete beast when you fought the mysterious man, not like someone over a hundred years old at all.

The representatives didn't believe Grindelwald's words, they just silently remembered the characteristics of this middle-aged man, and prepared to go back and check who this person was.

Although it's not clear now, this person must be a key figure in the Acolytes, and they must be vigilant.

Dumbledore didn't stay long, he left the reception room after being mischievous. Seeing this, Sebastian stopped talking nonsense and went straight to the point.

"Mr. Grindelwald, we came today to talk to you about what the Acolytes plan to do next, now that they have occupied Gringotts in various places?"

"Don't worry!" Grindelwald waved his hand gently, "We have no intention of stirring up the magical world, we just can't stand Tom making a mess of the magical world, so we came out to turn the tide."

"Just like I said in front of the camera before, this return is only for guarding!"

Guarding?

The representatives looked at each other in dismay. Do you even believe such a high-sounding reason yourself?

Today you can guard Gringotts, tomorrow you will dare to guard the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

This thing is okay to deceive ghosts, but it's a bit dishonest to use it to deceive us.

Taking a step back, what virtue and ability do we little characters have to be guarded by you?

Looking at the representatives' disapproving faces, Grindelwald smiled gently.

"You may have forgotten one thing, I really am over a hundred years old, and the most loyal of my Acolytes are also so old that they don't look like themselves."

"Whether it's me or those old fellows, we don't have the energy to make trouble anymore. Most of those guarding Gringotts are those old fellows and their children and nephews."

"They have their own stable lives, but because they agree with my ideas, they once again put on the name of Acolytes to guard the magical world."

"Don't forget, the magical world is yours, but it is also ours. This is our home, and no one wants to see their home being messed up."

"To be honest," Grindelwald paused, and said teasingly, "If you weren't so unhelpful, I wouldn't want to break my peaceful life and step to the front again."

"If I really had the idea of disturbing the magical world, I wouldn't continue to stay in Nurmengard, letting you find me so easily."

This......

Judging from Grindelwald's ability, if he wanted to hide, everyone really wouldn't be able to find him for a while.

Then what about guarding?

Listening to Grindelwald's earnest words, the representatives hesitated, and couldn't tell for a moment whether this was the truth.

"Mr. Grindelwald," Aginbaud couldn't help but ask, "If that's the case, can you let the Acolytes withdraw from Gringotts?"