Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

Looking at the few people who walked into the office.

Dumbledore had a warm smile on his face.

"Mr. Crouch, I haven't seen you for a long time, oh Merlin, and Minister Orwell, nice to meet you."

Several people greeted each other.

Dumbledore led everyone to the sofa.

Look at the table full of sweets and sweets.

Orwell, the minister of the German Ministry of Magic, was at a loss for a moment.

In fact.

Dumbledore is more famous in Germany and France than in England.

Grindelwald was mainly active in these two countries.

So for the wizards of both countries.

Dumbledore was like Harry's place in the wizarding world of England.

It is the savior, the person who helps them escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

Orwell also lived through that era.

It's just that he was young at the time.

But that didn't stop him from adoring Dumbledore.

Besides, Dumbledore also avenged his dead big brother.

"Deng, Headmaster Dumbledore, long time no see."

Seeing Orwell's nervous look.

There was a gleam in Dumbledore's glasses-shaded eyes.

"Mr. Orwell, Mr. Crouch, do you want to try the delicious pile of cockroaches?"

"Principal Dumbledore, we are here..."

Crouch kicked Orwell's shoe hard, interrupting what the other party was about to say.

Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Communication and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic.

If you feel that he is incompetent because the position he holds is not important.

That would be a big mistake!

In fact.

Barty Crouch was once a serious contender for Minister of Magic.

If it wasn't for his son being suddenly exposed as a Death Eater.

The current Minister of Magic will most likely be this man with a mustache.

"Principal Dumbledore, Minister Orwell came all the way to England, and the first stop was to visit Hogwarts."

"After all, this can be called the greatest magic school, and it also has a great headmaster."

"Thanks to the compliment, I will personally take a few of you to visit the school."

"No need!" Crouch stopped.

"I have taken Minister Orwell to visit. Minister Orwell is full of praise for the teaching environment of Hogwarts, right Minister Orwell."

The sudden question made Orwell a little overwhelmed.

He froze for a few seconds before nodding: "Yes, Director Crouch is right."

After saying that, he looked at Barty Crouch suspiciously.

I don't understand what the other party is doing in such a big circle.

According to him, it is better to go directly to the topic.

Crouch gave the other party a calm look.

As someone who deals with Dumbledore a lot.

Crouch is well aware of the temper of the other party's love of students, if he directly enters the topic.

Not everyone can bear the anger of this centenarian.

Maybe some of them will be thrown out of Hogwarts.

Dumbledore was also happy to relax.

He didn't say a word about the purpose of the other party's visit.

Not even a mention of the German Ministry of Magic.

As if I didn't know it.

Several people chatted about some endless topics around the round table.

Orwell brought up Lucas several times, but Dumbledore cleverly diverted the topic.

"Oh Merlin, is it this late already!"

Looking at the afterglow of the setting sun outside the window, Dumbledore blamed himself.

"It didn't affect everyone, right? When you're old, you forget everything when you're happy talking. It's really bad!"

Crouch shook his head with a wry smile.

He kind of experienced Dumbledore's difficulty again.

Not only Orwell, but he also mentioned it many times during the chat.

But they were all dodged by Dumbledore pretending to be stupid.

Crouch looked at Orwell beside him again.

The other party's face was livid at this time, and his face was full of displeasure.

"Ahem!" Crouch cleared his throat.

"Principal Dumbledore, we are actually here for one of your students."

"Student? There are many little wizards in Hogwarts. Who are you talking about?"

"Lucas Grindelwald, does Mr. Principal know him?"

Dumbledore looked up out the window.

Seems to be trying to remember the name.

"Oh! Come to think of it, Slytherin's little guy, very Excellent, what's wrong with him?"

Crouch looked at Orwell beside him, beckoning him to speak quickly.

"Principal Dumbledore, I'm here this time to bring Lucas Grindelwald back for some questioning."

Orwell speaks well.

He didn't directly say that Lucas was going to be arrested.

Instead, "please" go back to the "interrogation"

Dumbledore asked calmly after hearing this, "Did he make any mistakes?"

"We suspect he may have had something to do with the previous upheaval at the Ministry."

As soon as Orwell finished speaking, he heard Dumbledore's laughter from the opposite side.

"Mr. Orwell, Lucas is only an 11-year-old child, and he was on a night tour in Hogwarts Castle on the night of the accident."

"His Head, Professor Snape, nearly deducted points from his house when he caught him."

"Sorry, but without sufficient evidence, I cannot hand over an underage child to you."

Orwell stood up abruptly, looking down at Dumbledore.

"You shouldn't have taken him into school! Headmaster Dumbledore, I respect you, but I know Lucas Grindelwald better than you do."

"That 11-year-old kid is more terrifying than his father, and the voodoo party will rise again in his hands."

Orwell's face was ferocious, obviously extremely angry.

Dumbledore sighed: "Orwell, I know Shino's death has hit you hard, but you can't blame a child for everything."

"Child? I never regarded him as a child. His surname is Grindelwald. How could the successor cultivated by that man be a kind person?"

"He, like his father, is an evil man and deserves to be in prison."

"Grindelwald." Dumbledore repeated the last name in a low voice.

"Could it be that after being given a name, one must be a bad person?"

Dumbledore stood up, and the powerful pressure knocked all the books around him to the ground.

Crouch and Orwell confronted the centenarian's rage.

The two felt that their throats seemed to be strangled, and even breathing became difficult.

Orwell had underestimated Grindelwald's place in Dumbledore's heart.

You know, the two had formed a blood alliance back then, and they were closer than brothers.

Orwell should never have called Grindelwald a villain.

It was this last sentence that annoyed the old man.

Dumbledore calmed down quickly.

The pressure that filled the principal's room also disappeared without a trace.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Orwell, who had calmed down, looked at Dumbledore seriously and asked.

"Mr. Principal, can I understand that, you want to give that guy shelter?"

Dumbledore frowned, but didn't answer right away.

Everyone else in the principal's room looked at the old man in front of him.

Awaiting his final decision.