Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Grindelwald flipped through the list, looking at each name very carefully.

Wenda was not idle, and told all the interesting things that happened in the world of magic recently.

Grindelwald looked up and asked, "The "Daily Prophet" over in England, they reported that Dumbledore has been old for many years, and may no longer have the responsibility to continue to be the headmaster of Hogwarts?"

"Yes!" Wenda showed a mocking expression, "Maybe it's because the flames of war didn't really spread to England. England's Ministry of Magic is too laid-back, and the current minister even focuses on infighting."

"The concept of pure blood in the wizarding world of England is very strong. I don't understand that the most important thing for a wizard is ability, not blood. It is a very boring country."

"The Daily Prophet..." Grindelwald rubbed his chin and changed to a more comfortable sitting position, "Go on! I'm listening!"

The recent major events in the wizarding world all come from England. Except for the popularization of squib conversion therapy and the potion to cure wolf disease, the stone archway in Jersey is the most sensational.

"The stone archway in Jersey?" Grindelwald raised his head again, "Could it be that magic can't hide the existence of this stone archway, so even those Muggles were alarmed?"

"Gellert, your judgment is always so good." Wenda said with a smile, "As you said, except for England, the other magical worlds are paying attention to this matter."

"The ministries of magic of various countries are thinking about a question, whether such a building that cannot be destroyed by external forces is governed by the law of secrecy."

"If it can be governed, then who is the creator of this building should be punished with the punishment clause in the secrecy law."

Grindelwald whispered, "Jersey... If I remember correctly, it should be an archipelago in the English Channel near the French coastline?"

"England's Ministry of Magic didn't deal with it? I seem to understand why... Dumbledore has been so active recently."

"Even the current stupid minister still couldn't get him out of that castle... How similar is this situation!"

He looked around and sighed, not knowing who he was speaking to.

Wenda said, "I have a different opinion! At least since last year, Albus Dumbledore's activities have been much more frequent than in previous years."

"He even cooperated with Nicole Flamel, who rarely showed up, to transform various inventions of Muggles today, so as to improve the living conditions of wizards."

She fumbled for an iron can from her pocket, and faint fluorescence appeared on her fingertips. The iron can was activated by magic and slowly floated into the air, forming a light curtain.

The above is the courseware of the latest spell class at Beauxbaton School of Magic and Magic. It is paired with a continuous cycle of casting movements. Even the skin texture of the casting hand is clearly visible.

"A wonderful alchemy product, the magic curtain spell, the traceless stretching spell, the magic lighting spell, the scaling spell, the water and fire impenetrable spell..." Grindelwald said a long list of magic types while waving his fingers.

With the movement of his fingers, the iron jar was continuously dismantled in front of him, revealing pieces of parts inscribed with runes in the jar.

Looking at the rune parts floating in front of her, Wenda couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Gellert, a Nurmengard has never been able to hold you, so why bother?"

"There are many reasons..." Grindelwald said, as he began to put the parts back into the tin can, "including that the voodoo party became not pure enough... other wizards kept obstructing... there may be some personal reasons... ..."

"These are actually in the past, not that important... At least the world has changed because of us. Didn't you tell me before? Beauxbaton's current headmaster is a lady with a giant bloodline."

"A half-blood giant wouldn't have held such an important position before the Wizarding World War. That's right! Except for the magical world of England, that place may need a thorough reform!"

Wenda's eyes suddenly lit up, "Are you going to do it again? I can contact them, and we can have a small game..."

"Game?" Grindelwald hooked his hand, and the tin can flew into his palm. "You said something just now. It seems that the Triwizard Tournament is about to resume?"

"It's still in progress." Wenda responded, "There have been some changes in the middle, and the magic school in the country seems to want to participate."

"Ilvermorny? It's not surprising that they want to get involved...Is it because people from the Magic Congress have already arrived in Jersey?"

"As expected of you!" Wenda smiled, "They have been visiting Jersey for more than a week, wandering around the stone archway every day."

Grindelwald played with the tin can, and said casually: "I was the Minister of Security of the Magic Congress at the time, and I know those people very well!"

"They're not a bunch of inflexible people, or else they wouldn't have mixed up with Muggles so quickly after the repeal of Rappaport's Law."

"Didn't you tell me before that they even tried to promote the disintegration of the Soviet Union and plunder all kinds of resources in the Far East by the way?"

"A country composed of a group of bandits is wrapped in airtight armor. If you don't tear off that layer of armor, you won't be able to see the scimitars and tattoos inside."

Wenda applauded joyfully, "What a wonderful summary! Are you interested in going on vacation with me? Go to Jersey, I haven't seen that stone archway yet!"

Grindelwald put down the tin can, picked up the list again, and looked at the names in a daze.

The joy on Wenda's face disappeared, and she was even vaguely uneasy, thinking whether her words just now were too intense.

Grindelwald slowly got up, put the list on the wooden table, and continued to look at the rows of names on it blankly.

He stretched out his finger and scratched one of the names heavily with his nails.

The list was written on parchment paper, the texture was very thick, and the nails did not scratch the list.

"Wenda, I'm a little tired, why don't you go back first?" Grindelwald left the list on the wooden table, and retreated to the corner of the bed.

Wenda nodded, with a look of desolation on her face, "Okay... I will come to see you next time... Goodbye!"

"By the way! One more thing!" Grindelwald whispered, "Prepare some new robes for me. If you go on a trip, you can't wear the current clothes!"

In an instant, Wenda's face showed the old look, and she seemed to be several decades younger in an instant. She nodded and said, "No problem! I will definitely prepare for you!"

She was about to put the list in her pocket when she saw the name marked by Grindelwald: Kong Nuo.