Everyday Players at Hogwarts

So that's how it is. This is the origin of Der Spiegel.

Ryan sometimes feels that Ron is really interesting.

He always knows some strange knowledge that comes from nowhere.

If it weren't for Ron's popular science, Ryan would have to think about it before he knew it.

Ron is really not stupid. He seems stupid just because he doesn't use his brain in the right place.

In Ryan's eyes, Der Spiegel is just a newspaper that is riding on the popularity. When other newspapers are still afraid to touch the tiger's butt, they have made analyzing Grindelwald their own feature.

But they are also a blind cat that has met a dead mouse.

It's just that the story went off track later, and it went to Tom Riddle, and gave Fudge and Umbridge the identity of funny heroes.

Grindelwald was really happy because of Dumbledore.

He noticed that Dumbledore no longer rejected power pathologically.

From the recent decrees of the British magic world, he clearly saw the manipulation of a pair of invisible hands, and the owner of those hands was his only lover Dumbledore.

Ryan suddenly had another interesting idea.

As Ryan flicked his finger, a thought flew to the blond old man in the cold, dark, and remote tower in Austria.

It was a black, formidable towering building, a gloomy fortress surrounded by high walls. A silver diamond the size of dust suddenly appeared in the air.

It passed through the wall, through the fortress, and flew straight to the house at the top.

The extremely narrow gap on the black stone seemed to be non-existent to it. It passed through the stone next to the gap at an unstoppable slow speed, and floated into the house, on a hardwood board, and on a thin figure curled up in a thin blanket.

Slowly seeping into the chest of this skinny man.

Then the next second, he showed a skull-like face and opened his sunken eyes!

He hesitated for a moment, stretched out his dusty fingers, and knocked on the wooden board under him with a regular rhythm.

The next second, figures appeared in the same place with crackling sounds, and the castle's own anti-apparition magic seemed to have no effect on them.

These figures looked very old, and some even felt like they would die in the next second.

However, they all immediately bowed their heads and bent over to the old man in unison.

My

lord! (My lord) Excited and concerned voices rang out in this dark cell.

You want an old wizard standing in the center asked tentatively.

I need a school, a school that can implement my own will. The blond old man sitting sideways on the hardwood bed smiled.

This hardwood bed, the thin and torn quilt, and his shabby clothes did not make him look funny at all.

Rather, at the moment when he gave orders, he was like an emperor who was high above, showing a breathtaking demeanor.

Your wand. The second old woman on the left hand side trembled and took out a brand new wand in a shabby box.

It has not been used yet, Ollivander's work, aspen wood and thestral tail feathers, fourteen inches, one of the seven impossible combinations he considered. The sturdy man with white hair on the far left said.

Very good, it has been almost 50 years. The blond old man on the bed stood up and picked up the wand.

What do we need to do first? The blond old man muttered to himself, the cold and solemn magic and the magic wand intertwined, and hurricanes rose from his body. Let's conquer Austria first, and we must have a place to stay. The blond old man said in a relaxed tone like what to eat tonight.

For the greater good! The old people around him said immediately.

Ten minutes later, in a luxurious room hundreds of meters below the Vienna Opera House in the capital of Austria, the blond old man, who changed into a luxurious black robe and almost changed his appearance, fiddled with the wand in his hand.

He was surrounded by wizards tied up by invisible chains.

They all looked terrified and unbelievable.

They couldn't believe that the entire Austrian Ministry of Magic was dealt with by a wizard.

The equally old servants around him didn't even move their wands.

Your name is Emeric, right? Who is the current headmaster of Durmstrang? The blond old man stretched lazily.

Igor Karkaroff, do you have a grudge against him? Is there anything we can do to help you? The short and fat man named Emeric was sweating coldly.

I need you to write a letter, and you invite him to the Austrian Ministry of Magic in your name. Also, I need you to follow the blond old man's words. The short and fat man widened his eyes.

He knew who this person was, the devil who imprisoned himself in Nurmengard!

But how could he

Following the blond old man's orders, one figure after another disappeared in front of him, and Nurmengard also welcomed its new residents.

Late at night, a blond old man, next to a device shaped like a pipe, beat the rhythm with the singing coming from the Vienna Opera House.

With the sad music, he began to think of this life.

My name is Getler Grindelwald. A student of Durmstrang.

Expelled from school because of dangerous experiments.

But this also made me know the most important person in his life, Albus Dumbledore.

It was a summer in Godric's Hollow. After being expelled, I chose to go on vacation to my great aunt Bathilda Bagshot.

The soul that I thought would always be lonely was attracted by another equally lonely and talented soul.

How happy, how joyful!

We secretly agreed to spend our lives together and made a blood oath!

Together we planned to find the Deathly Hallows, become the master of the god of death, and use this power to lead a revolution in the wizarding world, overthrow the International Statute of Secrecy, and establish a new benevolent global order led by wise and powerful wizards and witches.

However, Albus is different from me. He has a stupid brother.

He asked Albus to give up for his so-called family.

Doesn't he understand!

Once Albus and I changed the world, wizards stopped hiding and Muggles kept their place, Albus's poor sister would no longer have to hide.

So a dispute arose. I don't know who, and whose spell, took the life of Ariana who suddenly broke in.

...

I ran away.

When we met again, it was more than ten years later.

At that time, I had the Elder Wand and countless subordinates.

But I still lost, lost to Albus.

So, I imprisoned myself in the prison I built.

.

Some time ago, I found that Albus finally overcame his weakness, which made me have a rare appetite and eat a proper meal.

I thought I would continue like this, but a dream, a precognitive dream, something that could save everything appeared in my dream!