I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Poland, Warsaw.

It used to be a beautiful ancient city, but it was destroyed by a great war in Europe.

Those magnificent classical buildings disappeared, and Poland rebuilt its own city on the scorched earth.

After decades of cultivation and construction, those old palaces and churches have returned to the world.

Warsaw Castle Square.

Haze hangs over the sky.

In the dark clouds, manic lightning and thunder made pedestrians quicken their pace.

Anyone can see that the current weather is not far from a heavy rainstorm.

The tourists and pedestrians who came here left.

A group of people appeared in the middle of the square, and they turned a blind eye to the terrible and gloomy weather.

With the waving of the wand, the statue on the memorial tower in the center of the square raised the weapon in its hand and slid down.

The leader drew the corners of his lips and walked towards the monument.

They shuttled inside, and their bodies fell rapidly.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, sir."

The employee of the Ministry of Magic with a mustache on his lips asked, "Please show your work ID."

"No, you should see who I am."

The leader hissed and put his finger to the corner of the employee's mouth.

The employee's eyes were blurred, as if he had just remembered who the other party was, and said enthusiastically, "I'll take you in right away."

He led a group of people to the minister's office.

The Minister of Magic of Poland is watching the order issued by the International Federation of Wizards.

Standing up and throwing the letter into the fireplace, the office door of the Minister of Magic of Poland was opened.

A group of people walked in.

There was a man between them.

The Minister of Magic of Poland didn't seem to be surprised by this incident, and waved casually, asking them to put him down.

The man looked terrified and tried to speak, but he was still unable to make a sound.

"Give him back the voice."

The leader sneered, waved his wand, and the man regained his voice.

"who are you?"

The man who was forced to drink the compound potion looked at the Polish Minister of Magic and said in horror, "What are you going to do to me?"

"Shh - I don't think we're meeting for the first time, Secretary Schmidt."

Schmidt, the missing German Minister of Magic.

The compound medicine began to fail, Minister Schmidt screamed, a beard grew on his face, and his body became taller.

From a young man just now to a middle-aged man now.

Schmidt stared at the Minister of Magic of Poland, "You are not the Minister of Magic of Poland, I know him, he doesn't have the guts."

"You're right," the Polish Minister of Magic smiled, the color of his hair changing.

White hair appeared, and that evil face carried an unruly smile.

Opening his eyes again, the heterochromatic pupils made Schmidt's eyes widen.

"It's you, Grindelwald?" Schmidt couldn't think of it, he was sweating, and asked, "When will you replace the Polish Minister of Magic?"

"You know my plan, but you choose to hide it, hoping to see a joke from the British Ministry of Magic." Grindelwald put his hands behind his back and did not answer his question.

"Arrogance, stupidity, pride." Grindelwald paced the minister's office. "These things put the wizarding world in danger, Minister Schmidt."

"Listen to me, Grindelwald," Schmidt said in a panic, "I am loyal to you, you will need me, my uncle, do you remember, he is also your follower."

"Old Schmidt? Of course I remember, I remember every one of my loyal believers," Grindelwald stopped, "but you put him to death, didn't you?"

"You traded him for the first stepping stone in your political career."

Grindelwald came to Schmidt, and he put his hand on Schmidt's shoulder.

"Your presence does not make magic any greater, Schmidt."

"No! No! No! Your Excellency Grindelwald, I can be of use to you, and I can help you with many things!"

The noise kept ringing in Grindelwald's ears.

He flicked his wand, and Schmidt's tongue disappeared.

Grindelwald plucks a hair and puts it in the leader's bottle.

He walked back to the position of the minister, and slowly changed his appearance back to the Minister of Magic of Poland, and said in a long tone: "Now, you are Grindelwald."

The person next to him held down Schmidt, and the leader poured the compound medicine from the bottle inside into Schmidt's mouth.

Schmidt's appearance changed, and he raised his head and screamed silently.

Grindelwald watched quietly and said, "Just like you did."

He is answering Schmidt's second question.

...

Basil fights did not fight.

A phoenix flew up to John.

Basil flapped his wings and landed next to John, staring at Fox viciously.

It opened its wings, revealing its feathers scorched black by the flames, as if accusing.

"Okay, I get it," John said helplessly, "You've been bullying other birds all the time, and now you've encountered something hard?"

"Cuckoo!" Basil flapped his wings in dissatisfaction.

John stared at Fox and asked, "Dumbledore asked you to come?"

Fox nodded and put the letter down.

John opened the letter and said casually, "Tell him I got it."

Fox flew up, ready to leave.

At this moment, Basil made a sneak attack and knocked Fox out.

The feathers of the two birds flew around, and finally Basil proudly held a phoenix feather in his mouth.

John held out his arms and let Basil fall.

He stared at the contents of the letter.

"Still trying to call Grindelwald back?" John sneered, "You are so naive, Dumbledore."

During the period when Grindelwald fell into power and was imprisoned in Nurmengard, Dumbledore and this friend sometimes exchanged letters.

In the letter, it seems Grindelwald has let everything go.

This is what made Dumbledore feel incredible about his departure.

"People change." John burned the parchment blankly, "You shouldn't keep that unrealistic fantasy."

The main content of this letter is still because of Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's disappearance in Poland is suspected to be related to the disappearance of the German Minister of Magic.

You must know that although Grindelwald used to attack people from the Ministry of Magic, he has always left room for dealing with officials.

Even if he was arrested by the Magic Congress of America, he never killed the escort on the way back to Europe.

"It's a little strange."

John stroked his chin.

Grindelwald seems to be different after leaving Nurmengard.

Could it be that they want to regroup the saints and initiate reforms to Europe again?

Now is not the past, Grindelwald should be able to see clearly that the current Muggles are not something wizards can provoke.

"He's been acting weird." John shook his head.

Taking the phoenix feather from Basil's mouth, John let it wander between his fingers.

...

Tomorrow is the Slytherin Quidditch match.

It was rare for Malfoy to be a human being and let everyone rest.

John is working on improving the repair fluid in the principal's office.

"The medicine is not effective enough?" Slughorn's eyes widened. "That can save the dying dragon."

When designing the repair fluid, they used the fire dragon as a reference.

"The Bloodborne Curse is far more terrifying than you think, Professor."

Stirring the emerald green liquid, John said, "That's a curse that will go on for two stages of latency. If it's not actively drawn out, I'm afraid people will be careless after one treatment."

"Wait, stage two latency?" Slughorn reacted and asked, "Have you tried treatment?"

"It's dangerous, but it turned out well." John turned to see Slughorn, whose eyes were shining.

As the headmaster, Slughorn came over excitedly, "You succeeded?"

"Yes."

"Merlin's beard." Slughorn needed to calm down.

What did he just hear?

The bloodborne curse was cured.

He went to the table, picked up a bottle of mead, poured it into his mouth, and drank the bottle of wine.

He smelled of alcohol and said, "Do you know what that means, John?"

"It means that we have broken the problem of the wizarding world, and referring to this result, we can do deeper things."

Slughorn said, his face trembling, "Vampires and werewolves."

"Scholars believe they come from an ancient curse, spread through bites."

Slughorn took a deep breath and said to John, "You can change the world, John."

"One step at a time," John said casually, "I just want to heal my friend right now."

With the great honor in front of him, even Slughorn couldn't calm down.

Seeing John's bland reaction, Slughorn smiled wryly; "You impress me every time, John."

"I'm more interested in tomorrow's game than those that haven't been covered yet."

John filled a bottle of the repair solution and said with a smile, "You can go and watch the Quidditch competition."

"I think I'll go." Slughorn sat on the sofa, sound asleep, drunk.

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