A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

Grindelwald stared at Rogge with meaningful eyes.

Although the contact time was not long, Grindelwald, who was good at perceiving people's hearts, had already keenly captured the extraordinary features of the little wizard in front of him.

He maintains an open mind towards Muggles, has a strong research spirit towards magic, and has a natural arrogance towards wizards. This kind of arrogance seems to be innate. Even if Rogge behaves approachably, it is still difficult to hide that pride.

Grindelwald could even feel the powerful magic power contained in Rogge's body. Especially the dark smell was too familiar to him.

Different from the mainstream magical world's concepts, coupled with his considerable strength, Rogge will definitely have a profound impact on the magical world. More importantly, he is too young and very patient.

Rogge can completely wait for the retirement of the older generation of wizards. When Dumbledore and he become a thing of the past, there is a high probability that this young man will dominate the stage of the wizarding world in the future.

Therefore, Grindelwald was curious to know where Rogge would take the wizarding world.

Rogge was silent for a long time and then slowly said: "My ideals are not important."

"Why do you say that? Magic is power. If you master such power, your ideal will be the ideal of the magical world."

"Then what?" Rogge asked.

"Then? The magical world will be transformed according to your ideas, whether it is strictly hiding the magical world and preventing Muggles from discovering our existence. Or actively declaring wizards and magic, or even ruling Muggles."

Grindelwald stared at him with burning eyes and whispered seductively: "The Muggle world is always plunged into chaos and war. Famine, disease, disaster, and war all test their fragile lives.

But if wizards came to rule the Muggles, they would have a bright future. All difficult problems can be solved with magic. The only thing Muggles have to pay is to surrender.

As long as they lower their heads, they can have a happy life. Isn't this an obligation that a wizard should have? "

"In the end, like you, you were thrown into Nurmengard and imprisoned for decades?" Rogge mocked.

"You don't have to test me. I have no interest in your ideas, including the principal's. As for the destruction of Muggles, what does it have to do with me? In fact, I do agree with some of your ideas."

"Oh? What?"

"Magic is power. But I would also add to it, power is powerful."

"But he can also be restrained." Grindelwald alluded to his prison life.

"No, I don't think so." Rogge shook his head and categorically denied: "It is not Dumbledore who imprisons you, but a greater power."

After hearing this, Grindelwald stared at Rogge for a long time and suddenly laughed. The little wizard in front of him was far more ambitious than he imagined.

"You want to promote reform in the wizarding world through the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Magic? Haha..." Grindelwald pointed out, "This road won't work."

"When I was young, I also tried to vote. The unicorn heartstring in your wand came from its victims. At that time, I had the support of many wizards, but there was still considerable power standing against me."

"Election?" Rogge stood up with a playful smile on his face.

"I also have some books on Muggle politics in my library. You can read more. When all wizards decide to untie themselves for a better life, does it matter who is the president?"

Rogge didn't bother to explain. The productivity contained in magic was unimaginable. As long as more wizards realize their own power, even if Merlin is reincarnated, he will be pushed away by this power.

Grindelwald took a deep breath, not knowing how to respond. He had never thought of it this way, from beginning to end.

As a former Dark Lord, he was used to using coercion and deception to rule his men. Otherwise, is there any other way to get most wizards in the wizarding world to voluntarily side with him?

He still had no idea until the noise in Diagon Alley woke him up. Grindelwald simply no longer struggled, he already belonged to the old era that had ended. Let Albus worry about the problems of the new era.

After Grindelwald adjusted his mentality, he instantly relaxed a lot. He enjoys the friendly, peaceful atmosphere.

On the magic auto chess board, Sophie played a picture of Grindelwald and faced off against her opponent, Dumbledore.

"Well, very good!" Grindelwald felt very happy when he saw that his picture had won.

"Little girl, where did you buy this?"

"Huh?" Sophie looked up at the old wizard, then turned to Rogge: "Rogge, is this your elder?"

"Yes, you can call me Green." Grindelwald introduced himself to Sophie.

"Then you should ask Rogge. He made the chessboard."

"Oh, great. Now I don't have to worry about being bored in the future."

"Such a simple chessboard, you can make it yourself."

"That's so annoying." Grindelwald patted Rogge on the shoulder, not in a hurry to go to Gringotts.

He walked around and chatted with the wizards around him from time to time. In the eyes of outsiders, the old wizard in front of him was knowledgeable and very amiable.

“How much does this Turkish magic carpet cost?”

"Twenty Galleons, sir. It's made entirely of pure silk. It's very...ah, rat!" The clerk screamed in horror, grabbing Grindelwald's sleeve and shouting for help.

I saw a big ginger cat jumping out from the crowd. It had fluffy hair and its tail was raised high, and it was going to get into the store to catch mice.

"Crookshanks! Come back!" Hermione's shout came from not far away.

Before Crookshanks could catch up, Roger bent down and picked up the big cat, preventing a cat-and-mouse battle.

"Meow~" Crookshanks shouted unwillingly towards the store, struggling desperately but unable to escape.

"Phew, thank you so much, Roger." Hermione ran up to him panting.

"Your new magical pet?"

"I was about to buy it. Isn't it cute?" Hermione stroked its hair, her eyes shining with joy.

"Hmm..." Rogge looked at Crookshanks' flat face. Is it possible that ugliness is popular in the pet world now?

"It's quite cute. Why did it get involved with Scabbers?" Roger handed Crookshanks to Hermione, signaling not to let him jump out.

"Banban, Banban!"

At this moment, Ron's anxious voice sounded, and he ran towards this side with Harry.

"Where's Scabbers?" Ron glanced around nervously, but found no sign of Scabbers.

"I didn't see it," Hermione said.

"Didn't you see it? He must have been eaten by this thing!" Ron looked at Crookshanks with a look of enjoyment and shouted angrily at Hermione.

"Mr. Weasley, you are wronging a cat."

"Roger?" Ron frowned when he saw him, and his body instinctively felt fear.

"If I read it correctly, Crookshanks is not an ordinary cat. It is a hybrid of Persian cat and catnives." Rogge analyzed.

"Catonizi? What is that?"

"A magical creature, like a little lion. They have strong intuition and insight, and can distinguish between good and bad wizards."

Rogge kindly reminded: "Perhaps Crookshanks inherited the characteristics of the cat. He discovered that Scabbers is a bad mouse."

"Scabbers is not a bad mouse! He is a good mouse. He never steals or bites. It was this cat that made him disappear..."

"Is this him you are talking about?" Grindelwald grabbed the mouse by its tail and slipped it out of the store.

The clerk was so frightened that he quickly moved away, shrinking back in fear.

"Scabbers!" Ron ran over and almost snatched it back.

"Your pet?"

"That's right! Thank you so much."

Grindelwald looked at Scabbers with interest and said slowly: "He is very unusual, not an ordinary mouse."

"Of course!" Weasley introduced proudly, "Don't forget that its ears are damaged and one of its toes is missing. But it has lived for a long time, a full 12 years! Most mice can only live for 3 years.

It would not be so haggard if it had not been frightened in Egypt. And that ugly cat..."

"Meow!" Crookshanks understood Ron's words and shouted threateningly.

Scabbers was so frightened that he trembled all over and kept digging into Ron's pocket.

Rogge shook his head helplessly. Grindelwald had already reminded him so, but Ron hadn't even realized that there was something wrong with Scabbers. Perhaps in his eyes, the old wizard in front of him was an old fool who couldn't distinguish personal pronouns.

"Ron, we should go." Harry pulled his friend forward.

"Harry, why are you leaving in such a hurry? I haven't thanked the old wizard yet." Ron said while touching the Galleons in his pocket.

"That old wizard is with Rogge. Let's leave quickly."

"What? I said why his eyes make people cold, he must be a dark wizard..."

As they spoke, the two returned to the Magical Creatures Shop to pick up the mouse strengthening potion that they had just left behind.

"That's no ordinary mouse," Grindelwald said to Rogge.

"It has nothing to do with us, we should go to the vault."

"Vault? Can I go with you?" Hermione asked curiously.