The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

The first time I saw a young man was when he was about to leave.

July 1991, Austria.

A European-style villa with a peculiar shape is located on the shore of Lake Mond.

The dark blue bricks and the carvings on the walls all tell of the antiquity of this villa.

The sun shines through the window, shining on the face of a blond and blue-eyed boy, with bursts of light.

The scene of the boy holding a book emitting dark blue mist in one hand and a magic wand with strange horizontal ridges in the other hand gives off a weird atmosphere.

With a flash of green light, a smile appeared on the boy's face.

[Congratulations to the host for mastering the Dark Magic: Imperius Curse, and obtaining the achievement: Candidate for Azkaban]

[Achievement Point Reward: 100]

"System, check the talent panel!"

The young man's clear voice sounded, and the next second, a virtual data panel appeared in front of him.

[Charms: 100]

[Potions: 100]

[Dark Magic: 99]

[Transfiguration: 100]

[Alchemy: 100]

[Divination: 100]

[Current remaining points: 112, achievement points can be used to exchange talents (100 points are required for each exchange of talents above 95 points) or draw. ]

[Points can be obtained by achieving achievements, completing system tasks, etc. ]

Hearing the prompt in his mind, the young man breathed a sigh of relief: "Six years... I'm finally going to fill up my talent points!"

The boy's name is Agus, Agus Grindelwald.

Strictly speaking, he is not from this world. When he crossed over, he was just a baby and was thrown outside an orphanage.

He thought he was reborn, until the magic riot at the age of five, when the system was activated and he was brought to Gellert Grindelwald by the saints, he realized.

He actually came to the world of Harry Potter and became an orphan of the Grindelwald family.

In his previous life, Argus knew this magic world very well, and all kinds of wonderful spells made him yearn for it.

But when he traveled through time, he found that the real magic world was far from as beautiful as he imagined.

Especially as the blood of Grindelwald!

The Ministry of Magic, the Saints, the Wizard Council... too many eyes were staring at him.

If he hadn't been afraid of Grindelwald's rampage, he would have died countless times.

Unlike ordinary predecessors who traveled through time, Argus did not choose to show off or improve his strength as soon as possible after confirming his safety.

Instead, he kept a low profile and gained points through various means until today.

"System, redeem black magic talent!"

[Added points successfully, host's current black magic: 100]

Just after adding points, another prompt popped up.

[Host's talent is full, achievement obtained: Future Black Magic Master]

[Achievement obtained: Perfect Magic Genius]

[Achievement Point Reward: 200]

"It's time to consider leaving the mountain. Before leaving the mountain, complete the first lottery in your life."

Clicking on the lottery interface, countless card packs appeared in front of Agus.

Choose two at random, accompanied by... ordinary white light, the system prompt sounded.

[Congratulations to the host for the reward: Spell - Legilimency (Level 2)]

[Congratulations to the host for the reward: Black Magic - Fiery Spell (Level 3)]

"Legislative Spell? Fiery Spell?" Agus couldn't help but be speechless.

"If it's these two, there is a magic that can be tried..."

...

Outside the door, crisp footsteps sounded.

An elegant woman in a dark green robe walked slowly.

Vita Rosier, the black rose that blooms in France and never fades.

Her jet-black hair, green eyes, and noble and elegant demeanor fascinate countless people.

Her extraordinary strength allows her to still maintain her youthful appearance even at the age of more than 90.

"What's wrong, Aunt Vita?"

Argus put down the wand in his hand and turned to look.

Vita Rosier showed a worried look.

"Little Argus, have you forgotten that today is your eleventh birthday!"

"Birthday?"

Argus was slightly stunned, and his face showed a look of realization.

When Grindelwald adopted Argus, he ordered all the saints that Argus would inherit the entire Saints Group on the day he turned eleven.

But over the years, due to his low-key and dormant principles, Argus has not had any outstanding performance. Even within the Saints, many people sneer at him.

Now, the agreed date has arrived.

The Saints Group obviously does not want him to become

As Gellert's successor.

Although Argus is Grindelwald's adopted son, the Saints are always loyal to Gellert!

In their hearts, only Gellert can lead them to complete the great cause of the past!

To put it nicely, they think Argus is too young to carry the banner of the Saints.

To put it bluntly, they just look down on him!

Thinking of this, Argus's face gradually became solemn: "Aunt Vita, do you have anything to say to me?"

Vita Rosier took a deep breath: "Abernethy and I thought about it. The Saints are now falling apart. It is not easy to reintegrate, and their attitude towards you..."

"So you want me to give up, right? Aunt Vita?" Argus interrupted Vita before she finished speaking.

"I know you mean well, but I refuse!"

Vita Rosier's expression froze, as if she didn't expect Argus to refuse so straightforwardly.

"I am the blood of Grindelwald, and I was taught by you and Gellert. I carry the unfinished business you left behind!" Argus stood up from his chair and said firmly, "If I choose to retreat today, I will lose not only the expectations of the saints, but also my courage for the future."

"From now on, I will never have the chance to come back here again!"

Vita Rosier hesitated, and after a long while, she slowly spoke, "But you should know that today's gathering is too eye-catching. The Ministry of Magic will not miss this opportunity to kill them all. I know that there are..."

"Believe me, Aunt Vita!"

Argus smiled confidently, looking directly at Vita Rosier.

"Even Thunderbirds will eventually leave their parents' arms."

"What's more, disasters are like continuous. It is normal."

"If I can't even handle this, it only means that I am just like this!"

Silence.

The room fell into silence.

Vita Rozier stared at the young man in front of her, and for some reason, the scene in her eyes gradually blurred.

A figure she had been thinking about day and night seemed to be merging with him.

The same blond hair and blue eyes, the same elegance and confidence, the same talent.

In a trance, she seemed to have returned to the cemetery and saw the blue-flame phoenix hovering over Paris.

When she came to her senses and looked at Argus again, Vita Rozier's eyes were already smiling.

"Don't let me down, little Grindelwald."

In the distant sky, countless black silks were flying.

Argus showed an elegant smile on his face, put his right hand on his chest, and bowed slightly.

"For the greater good!"