Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

France, Paris, Place Furstenberg.

After many years, Grindelwald once again set foot on this land, but compared with before, this place was much more prosperous.

Standing on the busy street with people and cars coming and going, he looked at everything in front of him with a deep look of memory.

“In the past there were only ugly steel boxes and simple houses, but now they have turned into exquisite steel boxes and colorful high-rise buildings.”

He muttered something in a low voice. It was hard for people around him to imagine that this elegant old gentleman on crutches had ever wanted to destroy this place!

It is a pity that, let alone Muggles, even Aurors cannot realize that this is the first generation Dark Lord who once stirred up Europe and even the world!

“In the future, what will it be?”

Suddenly, an old man appeared behind him as requested, but unlike Grindelwald who was alone, he was accompanied by a young, indifferent man.

“Francesca, this is what we have to be wary of.” Grindelwald smiled slightly.

He had discussed countless times with the old man and other subordinates the threats that Muggle technological advances might bring to wizards.

However, even among his subordinates, many people failed to realize that in fact, even he himself did not firmly believe in this.

But now, fifty years later, all aspects of Muggle life have clearly confirmed that his worries were correct!

However, Francesca did not dwell on this topic, but looked deeply at the one she once was, and is still willing to follow… the king!

“My lord…are you…ok after all these years?” he asked with a trembling voice.

I don’t know if he often heard Tweel making fun of the Death Eaters’ names for Voldemort, or if he was touched by his old subordinates. Grindelwald’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked a little moved.

“Not bad, but it’s you guys. Dumbledore shouldn’t have made things difficult for you in the first place, right?”

Francesca saw him reveal a gentle smile, which gradually overlapped with the elegant and confident look in her memory, and memories of the past suddenly came to her mind.

“Thanks to you, no.” He sniffed, his old voice a little hoarse.

“They all thought we were incited. Except for a few… everyone followed your instructions and returned to normal life.”

Grindelwald patted his shoulder with emotion.

After he was imprisoned in Nurmengard, many saints indeed tried to free him.

But at that time, without his command, how could these people break through the defense line set by Dumbledore?

This is why, when he realized that his failure was inevitable, he decisively let his subordinates hide.

Those who originally exposed their identity will be punished less, and those who have not exposed their identity will not only not be liquidated, but they can also find good positions in the magic world that is full of opportunities.

Now it seems that the plan he laid out at the beginning has become his biggest help now!

“Where are the others? I can’t wait.”

“Excuse me, I was so happy to see you that I almost forgot about business.”

After being reminded by Grindelwald, Francesca quickly bowed.

“To avoid drawing too much attention, they’ll be waiting for you at a nearby store.”

After saying that, he quickly pulled his grandson, and the child stared at his master in a somewhat impolite manner!

Then he led Grindelwald quite respectfully towards a coffee shop hidden in the corner.

“I secretly controlled a Muggle to run this shop, just to give the rest of us a place to get together occasionally.”

“According to your instructions, I found an excuse to gather all my companions in France together. They don’t know yet that you are coming.” His face was full of excited anticipation.

“Opposite the Ministry of Magic?” Grindelwald showed a strange smile.

This square is the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic, and his former subordinates are actually conducting illegal activities directly here?

Francesca immediately showed a proud smile as if taking credit. While walking in front and opening the door of the coffee shop, she looked at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic and moved her mouth.

“Today’s Aurors are very stupid. Ever since the Ministry of Magic set up an internal Apparition area, they basically rely on Apparition when entering and exiting, and have not noticed anything about this square.”

“Plus the Legal Enforcement Division is firmly controlled by Rose’s father, my son.”

“To put it bluntly, I can control a hundred Muggles to dance on it, and they won’t even notice!”

“Not aware of anything, old Franco?” said a similar

An older, but more rugged-looking man suddenly appeared at the door and put his arm around Francesca’s shoulders.

This action also made him vaguely notice the tall figure behind him.

“Master…Master?!”

This shout immediately attracted a group of old men chatting in the coffee shop.

“You can’t yell this, Claudius…Master?!” A sullen witch’s eyes widened, indicating that everyone present had not misunderstood.

Their king is back!

“Good morning, Claudius.”

Grindelwald seemed not to notice their surprise. He patted the stunned Claudius and strode towards the center of the crowd very skillfully——

From the past to the present, he is and should always be in that position!

“Of course, and Lisette, you still like to make a fuss so much.”

“Oh Luc, I almost forgot that you went to school at Beauxbatons. I thought you would go back to Italy.”

“How have you been these past few decades, Vincent? Are you still smoking Muggle tobacco?”

“Not since…, Your Excellency.”

A wizard whose fingers twitched unconsciously quickly bowed down respectfully, but in the magical world, he was the old director of the French Department of Mysteries!

In fact, Grindelwald did not require his subordinates to use a unified name for him like Voldemort did, so calling him master does not mean that he is closer than calling him sir, but more of their personal habits.

But most saints like to call him master to show respect for him.

Only a few subordinates who like his inherent elegance will call him Your Excellency.

Therefore, upon hearing this title, Grindelwald smiled with emotion.

With such a smile, he slowly turned around and glanced at everyone’s face.

Some of their expressions were surprised, some were sad, and some were confused, but there was a nostalgia for the past in them.

“Master…Master.” The old witch Lisette hesitated for a moment, but couldn’t help but speak first.

“you are back?”

“Yes, I’m back!”

Grindelwald grinned and spoke loudly with an extremely domineering manner.