I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

As we all know, Grindelwald is a dark wizard. As for where to be dark, this is a matter of opinion.

In fact, in Aunt Rowling's setting, Grindelwald is only called the "Dark Wizard" and not the "Dark Lord". There is no such thing as the "first generation/first generation Dark Lord" because Grindelwald is I most likely think that everything I do is for the benefit of all mankind, so it is not dark.

The translation is, even if I kill people (gas explosions burn Aurors) and set fires (fires burn Paris), I do all kinds of evil, but I think I am a good person.

It can be said to be a very idealistic concept. The new concept is not the Dark Lord. He thinks that his ideas are white, but the things he does are black. In total, he is...the Gray Lord?

The original English name of the Dark Lord is "Dark Lord", which is derived from Voldemort's name "Lord Voldemort". The Dark Lord comes from the name of Voldemort himself. It is the honorific title given to him by the Death Eaters. He also became famous because of Voldemort. It is not the title of the leader of the dark forces in different periods.

Moreover, the original work did not mention which country Grindelwald was from. The official nationality in the extradition document was listed as "unknown".

But just now Dumbledore said that he was Austrian on the train, so let's just assume that he is.

Anyway, a certain mustache with similar qualities to him is also an Austrian, and the Austrians no longer care about one more devil.

Dumbledore opened the door, and Louis saw a lean little old man, who was leaning against the wall with his legs crossed, looking sideways at the scenery outside the window.

People who long for freedom.

"Are you here?" Grindelwald said softly.

"I'm here." Dumbledore nodded and took out the roasted spring chicken that he didn't know when he had prepared.

"You're here after all." Grindelwald sniffed, the smell of roasted spring chicken was so alluring, and Louis vaguely saw him swallowing saliva.

"I'm here after all." Dumbledore took out delicious food as if by magic. It should have been prepared by the house elves in advance. Louis also saw the classic dark dish-sheep's liver pie.

Is this kind of thing edible? He couldn't help but doubt life.

"You shouldn't have come." Grindelwald was firm and did not look back, even though his stomach started to growl.

"But I'm already here." Dumbledore finished taking out the food and started taking out drinks. Louis saw his favorite grape juice - which was also Sirius's favorite, and it was said that it could cure his autism.

Grindelwald was silent for a while, then snorted: "What are you doing here?"

"Bringing you some food." Dumbledore conjured four chairs and motioned for Louis to put them down.

"What to eat?" Grindelwald was obviously a little moved.

"What you like to eat," Dumbledore replied.

Grindelwald was silent again, and after a moment he said arrogantly: "Forget it, I won't eat it, you can take it."

"You really don't want to eat it?" Dumbledore said, breaking off a chicken leg, taking a hard bite, and making a satisfied "hmm" sound while chewing: "Hmm~ It tastes great, are you sure you don't want to try it? ?"

"Even if I starve to death, even if I jump from here, I won't eat anything from you!" Grindelwald said firmly, but the growling sound in his stomach betrayed him deeply.

"Just eat some, Mr. Grindelwald." Louis couldn't help but persuaded from the side. It should be said that the side dish prepared by Dumbledore was indeed delicious. He had already inserted two meatballs.

Only then did Grindelwald notice the presence of Louis. He turned his head, looked at Louis carefully in the dim light, and asked: "The last time you brought a student here, it seems to be more than ten years ago?"

"Well, that's his mother." Dumbledore grabbed the drumstick and shook it in front of Grindelwald.

Grindelwald looked at the drumstick, smacked his lips and asked, "I remember her name was Emma. She was a very cute little girl. She came from a mysterious country in the East, but she was a little too naughty."

"You have a good memory. Do you remember my mother?" Louis was interested. Grindelwald's memory was obviously slightly better than that of Dumbledore. People who haven't seen him for more than ten years can still remember him.

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald snorted and said in a somewhat sinister tone: "Of course I remember her. I think about how many fan novels she wrote and how many ugly little songs she composed..."

Just when Louis thought Grindelwald was going to be angry, he changed the subject.

"But I quite like it." Grindelwald showed a kind smile that was not too inconsistent: "I am also very happy to see her son grow up so big."

"Then aren't you going to come and have some food?" Louis extended the invitation.

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, and then said a little arrogantly: "Well, since Emma's son sincerely invites me to have dinner together, what reason do I have to refuse?"

Lewis thought to himself, if you don’t want to eat, hurry up and crawl...

The little old man has quite a lot going on.

No, Grindelwald is one hundred and ten years old this year. Logically speaking, he is not an old man, but an old man.

Look at how good the old men in the magic world are. They can pick up chicken drumsticks and make them fiercely at the age of 110. Look at the rare sect. The rare sect can no longer hold back even at the age of 80.

As for what he can't hold back, I understand.

With lightning speed, Grindelwald cracked a chicken leg and quickly stuffed three large meatballs into his mouth. After chewing for a long time, he swallowed it into his stomach. After a long time, his brows relaxed.

"It smells so good."

It seems that the essence of human beings is pigeons, repeaters and real fragrance.

Even a wizard of Grindelwald's level is not immune to this.

Don't panic when you have food in your stomach. Grindelwald slowed down the speed of cooking and asked curiously: "So, why did you bring this boy to Nurmengard today? If I remember correctly, today It should be Halloween, and there are still more than fifty days until Christmas.”

"Oh, I just came to see how your ideological transformation is going." Dumbledore made a little joke.

Grindelwald let out a sneer. He slowly picked up the goblet, shook it gently in front of him, put it in front of his nose and smelled it carefully, and then took a sip. He looked extremely elegant, as if the storm had inhaled a big chicken drumstick just now. is the same as another person.

He put the goblet aside and snorted: "Can't you talk about something interesting?"

"What do you think tastes good?" Dumbledore asked.

Grindelwald chuckled and raised a topic that he thought Dumbledore would never agree to.

"Like, when are you going to get me out of here?"

"Then I think you should pack your things quickly." Dumbledore swirled his fork in the air: "How about we leave here after dinner?"

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, stretched out his hand and grabbed Louis' left arm, glanced at the watch, and then put it back.

"Is there anything you need to deal with urgently?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

Grindelwald shook his head: "No, just to confirm whether today is April 1st."

April 1st is April Fool's Day.

Maybe Dumbledore's sudden news really made him think that today was April Fool's Day.

In fact, not only Grindelwald, but also Louis was severely stunned, looking at Old Man Deng in front of him with a shocked expression.

What's going on? Today's plot is about Xu Xian breaking Leifeng Tower? Is this something I can watch without paying?

"Why?" Grindelwald didn't quite understand why Dumbledore suddenly changed his mind and wanted to release him.

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and whispered: "The world has not been peaceful recently. Last year, Hogwarts was even attacked by fallen angels. We alone cannot protect the human world. I think I need you too. The power of it, Gellert.”

Grindelwald wanted to criticize Dumbledore, but he choked back when the words reached his lips.

Just pamper him.

"Don't be ridiculous. The German Ministry of Magic and the Austrian Ministry of Magic have been monitoring me. It's not like you don't know this." Grindelwald's smile looked like he had a toothache.

"I have a way." Lewis suddenly thought of Comrade Fang, who had been forgotten for a long time. He took the diary out of the system space, picked it up and shook it vigorously.

Young Tom appeared in front of them.

"Is this your method?" Grindelwald was still eating slowly, but Dumbledore's eyes lit up.

"Not a bad idea." Dumbledore's eyes lit up, he looked at Tom and said hello with a smile: "Long time no see, Tom."

"Professor." Tom nodded politely.

"This is the all-powerful rural terrorist after you - Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle." Louis introduced solemnly. Tom's facial expression twitched, but he did not dare to refute.

"It's Voldemort," Dumbledore explained to Grindelwald in a low voice.

Grindelwald nodded. Even among Nurmengard, he had heard of Mr. Voldemort's illustrious reputation, but no one had ever compared the two of them. At least Dumbledore had not done so, and Grindelwald had not done so either. I don’t think the two of them have anything in common - except that they are both better at practicing black magic.

Louis saw that Grindelwald's dark magic talent was 19, which was actually better than his own. If the Elder Wand was included, it would be 21.

No wonder the Lihuo gas stove has the power to sweep the entire Paris.

In fact, their action plans are quite different. Grindelwald's goal is for the greater good...not for greater benefits. And what about Voldemort? Voldemort seemed to want nothing more than to rule the wizarding world through violence.

He doesn't even want to fool people.

It can be said that he is a relatively pure villain. He really made me cry to death.

"We can let Tom disguise himself as Voldemort and burn down the entire Nurmengard." Louis suggested: "I just remember that Tom learned the Fire Spell well. If he can't, I can ask my girlfriend to come over and burn down Nurmengard." Mongard.”

Catherine:

Just think of me as a gas stove, right?

It should be said that this plan was seamless. After all, no one knew that Dumbledore had been here - you said guard? Sorry, Nurmengard doesn't have any guards at all. After all, Grindelwald successfully instigated three batches of guards when he was in Eagle Sauce. This kind of brilliant record will only make people crazy if the Austrian Ministry of Magic is crazy. Come and guard him.

In fact, Grindelwald seemed more like a prisoner. Because he lost to Dumbledore in a duel, he imprisoned himself in Nurmengard. It is also possible that the agreement between the two was a magical contract, so Grindel Wo Cai has been willing to stay here.

But no matter how you say it, you still have to keep up appearances. Although Grindelwald has no one to guard him, if he escapes, it will be a big deal to the entire magical world. This matter will be left to Voldemort to take the blame. Couldn't be more appropriate.

Just as he said, Tom used Louis' magic amplification to successfully summon orange-red fire to engulf the entire Nurmengard.

The plan went very smoothly, and no one would think that someone drank Polyjuice Potion and turned into Voldemort. Besides, Voldemort looked like a stewed egg after his rebirth. It is estimated that the position of his hair may not be... too... writeable. .

And Voldemort "happened" to let the Aurors of the Austrian Ministry of Magic see his true face, and then turned into a black smoke and left the scene.

What is unexpected is that the Austrian Ministry of Magic did not officially say anything about this matter, but insisted on it. They only said that the Nurmengard Tower where Grindelwald was imprisoned was attacked by an unknown dark wizard, and Grindelwald Devo also died in this tower.

It was very hasty, but I didn't want to mention that Voldemort was responsible for all this. There was no news in the Magic Daily or any official channels, not even the gossip.

It seems that the four-stage strategy is universally applicable, and a certain TV series can really be used to govern a country.

Now Grindelwald has also changed his face. Now he is sitting with his legs crossed in Louis' office at Hogwarts, eating candy.

"It's hard to imagine that a young man of your age would have an office of his own." Grindelwald said with some regret: "It seems that you have inherited Emma's talent."

"The waves behind the Rhine beat the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old." Louis smiled and poured a glass of moonberry juice for Grindelwald.

"This juice is very good. I heard it was produced by the squib factory you opened?" Grindelwald drank a whole glass of moonberry juice, smacked his lips with some unsatisfied content, and put the cup in front of Louis, signaling for him to try again. Add a glass.

"Well, the Minister of Magic objected to it." Louis refilled his glass of juice.

"Idiot." Grindelwald sneered: "Your current minister of magic is a complete political idiot. If it were me, not only would I not stop you, but I would also take this opportunity to gain a fortune and consolidate my position."

"After all, there are few born politicians like you." Louis raised his juice glass in a toasting gesture.

"You are also a little fox." Grindelwald seemed to enjoy the compliment.