Harry Potter and the Rebirth

"Master, the situation——"

Rosier stood in front of his desk, and Grindelwald looked through the window at the bustling crowd in the distance. In the eyes of the Muggles outside, this building was the local cathedral. Those who came to pray and the wizards entered different spaces. This setting was very interesting.

"The situation is not good now. Those people are hiding in the dark. Each person is connected by a single line. Once the soul reading touches the top secret, they will die instantly."

Grindelwald frowned. This was obviously a scene he didn't want to see. It had been developing so rapidly and silently right under his nose over the years.

Dumbledore didn't know what to do either, Grindelwald complained, and was secretly very worried. In that mysterious place, if one was not careful, one might encounter the legendary powerful men, who had great ambitions and regarded the entire earth as their own.

Undoubtedly, this is a group with a large structure, strict organization and ruthless means. It is good at inciting people, luring them with benefits, and accurately controlling the elderly group.

"We used some means to investigate and found out that some high-level officials of Ilvermorny School of Magic had contact with Muggles and obtained relevant resources."

Rosier's words caught Grindelwald off guard.

"Resources. What resources do wizards need? Those that are only available to Muggles."

"people."

There was a long silence. This large-scale human transaction and trafficking was shocking even for the first generation Dark Lord. Since Rosier brought it up, it meant that it was not just one or two transactions, but a systematic large-scale slaughter.

"I'll go there."

"Owner."

Rosier had known this news for some time, but had never told Grindelwald because of this worry.

Seeing a look of discomposure on her face for the first time, Grindelwald patted her shoulder gently and said, "It's okay. I'll be back soon. We have to investigate thoroughly to prevent any misunderstandings."

Then he disappeared from the office. Rozier looked at the pinch mark on her hand, which was oozing with bright red blood. A fierce look flashed in her eyes, and she took out a mirror in her hand, "Hermann!"

"Ok?"

A pair of beautiful eyes flashed through the lenses, revealing a clear face, followed by the whole body and the surrounding playground environment, flashing lights and the crowd dancing wildly.

"Contact that person and meet with the people from the academy tonight at the Travel Cafe at 13 Binfalang Street."

"Are you in such a hurry? Isn't this something you'll need to use at the last minute—"

Herman hesitated. Would it be bad to do it too early? This was the only clue they had. They had only found this one informant, and it was only because of the huge benefits and the powerful magic. If he betrayed her,

"Use the Imperius Curse."

Hermann lost his composure and knocked over a glass on the table next to him. The bright red grape leaves fell on the expensive blanket. A gentle black-haired boy next to him looked over, staring at him intently with his light blue eyes.

"Are you putting on some makeup? The mirror is quite nice."

Then the screen went black, and Rosier heard no more sound from the other side. Even if Grindelwald was powerful, there were still a few old immortals in the academy. He had to sneak in in advance and make full preparations in case these three forces colluded with each other.

If only Dumbledore were here, Rosier was worried.

Hermann on this side fooled the black-haired man with a few words, then said hello to a few people next to him, and hurried away with his bag. At this time, his back was obviously a little panicked and his steps were hurried.

"What are you doing, sister?"

A round-faced blonde girl asked casually.

"Maybe her boyfriend is looking for her." The black-haired man said casually, then drank the wine in the glass in front of him, smashed it to the ground, and laughed at the person who was still forbearing even after stepping on it. The bright red blood soaked it again, the music stopped, and the door of the bar closed.

"She has a boyfriend!" The round-faced girl seemed not to notice anything unusual and was still very curious.

There was a girl in scantily clad clothes lying humbly beside the sofa, and the black-haired boy put his legs on her.

There was something strange in everyone's eyes, either fear, shock, excitement, or ambition, some gave up, some gained, some were forced, some were voluntary, the lights became dim, and the staff slowly retreated and pressed the main switch.

Hermann, who had just left, noticed something. She turned her head to look and sighed. These were their own choices and they should always be responsible for themselves.

Arriving at a secluded place, Hermann blew a whistle, and after a while, an owl slowly landed on the ground. She took out a gold-plated invitation letter from her pocket. The letter was signed with her initials and solemnly stamped with a red seal.

The owl carried the letter to a distant valley and, as expected, arrived in two hours. What was going on? Hermann muttered to himself.

Rosier issued a series of orders at the Ministry of Magic, and the entire organization began to operate strictly and intensively.

Ilvermorny Castle is located at the top of Mount Greylock in western Massachusetts. Its main entrance is flanked by marble statues of founders Isolt Sayre and James Stewart, with Grindelwald appearing at the gate.

The door opened a crack, and Grindelwald could feel a slight magical vibration and sense it.

At this time, a chubby little wizard was trying to squeeze out from the gap with difficulty, but he got stuck. He was about to ask his companions for help, but he didn't expect to see an adult wizard. The guilty feeling of sneaking out made him freeze in place.

"Elliot, what are you doing? If you don't run away, the professor will find us. We are thunderbirds flying in the sky. How can we waste the rest of our lives in such a small place?"

"Elliot, did you hear that?!"

The little fat boy who was stuck in the crack of the door wanted to cry but had no tears. He retreated stiffly. The strange adult outside the door did not move, which made him feel a little relieved. He was right, not everyone could offend the highest wizarding school in the United States.

"Hey, why are you back again?"

The tall and thin little boy wore a cowboy hat, light blue jeans, and a small vest, a very mature western cowboy style.

The little boy didn't know what he saw, his mouth opened wide, his eyes full of admiration, he was actually flying.

The fat boy Elliot turned his head and found that the man outside the door had come in at some point without causing any noise.

But soon, several young professors came over quickly. When they saw Grindelwald, they hesitated for a moment, but raised their wands without hesitation.

"Who are you? What are you doing in our college?"

Grindelwald laughed out loud, and then walked to the magnificent building in the front under the many wands. Through the wide arched door, he could see four statues standing inside.

The founder of this college came from Slaterlin of Hogwarts. She was deeply influenced by his teaching, so she and her Muggle husband founded this college which is known as the most equal college.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

A fat old man suddenly appeared in front of Grindelwald and slapped Elliot on the head with lightning speed. This was his grandson who stole the access key from his office.

"I heard that you think you are a Thunderbird? So you don't want to stay in this place?"

Grindelwald squatted down and looked at the tall and thin little boy teasingly.

Gilbert Fontana suddenly stopped Grindelwald and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time. Why did you suddenly come here?"

The fat headmaster stared at Grindelwald very vigilantly.

"It's been a while since we last met. Let's find a place to talk."

Gilbert handed the two brats over to the young professors, asking them to take good care of them while keeping an eye on Grindelwald's every move. Then they walked into the current principal's office together. Some little wizards around came over curiously.

The school rarely has visitors. Last year, only Dumbledore came here once, causing a sensation in the entire school. But this is Hogwarts in the UK. Who will come this time?

"Did you expect me to come here?"

When Grindelwald saw the current headmaster, although he was not as powerful as himself, and although he maintained basic vigilance, he was not surprised by his arrival, but felt relieved.

"Dumbledore was here."

"Oh?"

Gilbert carefully observed the expression on his face, as if he didn't know. Didn't the two of them discuss it? They didn't.

Grindelwald did not ask any more questions. The two of them came to the principal's office on the top floor. The layout here imitated that of Hogwarts. The most eye-catching thing was the portrait wall. At the top was a woman with outstanding temperament who greeted Grindelwald in a friendly manner.

Grindelwald got straight to the point. "How much do you know about the coming catastrophe?"

The old man, who had been calm, gentle and restrained just now, suddenly fell silent and became quiet.

"I—I don't know."

Before Dumbledore came, he had brown hair, but in less than a year, it had turned brown and white.

He had originally held the dirtiest thoughts about the greatest wizard of the time, thinking that he wanted to suppress the development of other schools and make Hogwarts the best college. This speculation was only broken recently.

He personally came to the vicinity of Antarctica. The mysterious substance, the mutated penguins, seals, and the huge whales lurking deep in the sea were all affected to varying degrees. This was obviously not something that one person could do, even if he was Dumbledore.

"I was guessing when you would come? It's sooner than I thought."

"Let's not talk about cooperation today. Someone in your school has teamed up with an extraterrestrial organization."

Grindelwald stared at Egilbert Fontana. He really didn't know, but he didn't know how many people still had the illusion of peace in front of such a powerful enemy. He prayed for a way out.

When the enemy is too strong, we will lose our fighting spirit.

Ashbert is indeed wavering now. In fact, the organization had contacted him a few months ago, promising him some benefits and showing off its muscles. He already feels desperate, but Dumbledore is still in charge of Hogwarts.

If this organization is so powerful, why would they contact the people they want to kill? This is obviously a way to divide and conquer, which makes him hesitate. Unless it is absolutely necessary, he does not want to entrust his fate to another creature.

Grindelwald keenly captured this gap.

It seems that this guy not only knows about it, but also allows this force to develop and become stronger.

"Did you know that they prey on Native American No-Maj chickens for their inhumane experiments and use them as food?"

The fat principal obviously didn't know. Anger flashed in his eyes and he told part of the truth with a slightly wry smile. It was obvious that if he didn't tell the truth today, he would never leave this office alive.

"They made deals with me. I didn't refuse, nor did I agree. Some people agreed, but they just said they would capture some people to cooperate with their experiments and would not harm their lives."

"It's true that they won't be harmed, they're just used as food, just like raising pigs."

Grindelwald swallowed the second half of the sentence. Everyone will die, and humanity will be devoured bit by bit.

"They only caught some No-Majs. They didn't hurt any wizards."

The old principal defended himself without any hesitation.

The former headmaster and her No-Maj husband founded the school together. To this day, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the most Muggle-friendly school among all known schools.

In the past, Grindelwald wanted to start a war between wizards and Muggles to regain the rightful place of wizards in the world, and he didn't care about killing many Muggles.

But now, more than a decade later, the former big villain is being bullied by the Muggles, while the seemingly friendliest group of people think their lives are insignificant.

"I want the list."

Grindelwald didn't waste any words. Those who betrayed humanity must die, and now he would settle accounts with this cowardly guy after the war.

The fat old headmaster said nothing. He refused to provide these names to Grindelwald.

On the one hand, he couldn't bear it, after all, he had acquiesced that those people were getting deeper and deeper into this matter. On the other hand, the dead were Muggles, and these were the elites he had trained for many years. If he captured them, the strength of the school would be greatly reduced, and it would be very likely that he would fall out with that group of people.

Grindelwald is the only one here now, Dumbledore has gone to Antarctica, and as for his saints, there are probably not many of them now, and they cannot form a force.

What's more, he had just come out of the tower not long ago, how much strength had he recovered? He still had to rely on his grandson to get into the academy.

If Dumbledore asked, he would say that he killed for that organization. On the one hand, he could do Dumbledore a favor, and on the other hand, he could provide Grindelwald's body to that organization, thus hedging his bets.

In the blink of an eye, Gilbert had arranged everything.

Not as good as——

Grindelwald vaguely sensed murderous intent, which gave him a headache. Making an enemy of a school, forget it, since that's the case, then just search his brain.