Hogwarts: The Obscurial War School

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were once as close as brothers?!

This is big news!

"Closer than brothers." Dumbledore stared blankly at the phantom in the sky.

That was the past that he didn't want to think of, and it was also the most cherished memory in his life.

The sweetest days ended with heart-breaking pain.

To this day, Dumbledore can't think of another person who can do this to him.

Looking for a close friend in the mountains and rivers.

Grindelwald is his soulmate!

The same talent, the same talent, the same high ambition, the same pride and confidence...

"Will you fight him?" Travers asked for the last time, almost speaking out word by word. This is an ultimatum!

More than once, the Ministry of Magic asked Dumbledore to fight against Grindelwald, but he was blocked by those three words - "I can't." "

Dumbledore's voice was soft but still firm.

Damn it! 'I can't' again! Travers almost gritted his teeth.

Do you really think you are the savior? Do you really think that only you can be the savior?

Use this to blackmail and fight against the Ministry of Magic?

"Now that you have chosen which side you are on." Travers waved his wand, and a pair of metal bracelets appeared on Dumbledore's wrists. "From now on, I want to know every spell you cast and who is monitoring you. It will be doubled. You are prohibited from teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts!"

Travers, completely heartbroken, turned away angrily. As he walked, he asked Theseus: "Where is Rita? Let's go to Paris right now!"

Theseus was silent and lowered his head. He was a little upset.

This is what he told Newt to "take sides". Everyone must choose to take sides, Dumbledore is no exception, and Newt is no exception.

The 'no choice' he imagined was just a delusion.

With his head hanging down, Theseus walked out in silence.

"Theseus! Theseus!" Dumbledore stopped him.

Theseus raised his head subconsciously.

Dumbledore looked at him seriously: "Remember, if Grindelwald calls a meeting, don't stop it! Don't let Travers send you! If you still trust me————

"Theseus! Theseus!" Travers shouted angrily outside the door, interrupting their conversation.

Theseus nodded perfunctorily, turned and left.

He also made a choice——‘The Ministry of Magic of Justice’

"Oops——" Dumbledore looked at the metal bracelet on his hand, and the development of things was a bit beyond his expectation.

He really didn't expect that the British Ministry of Magic, which was far away from the mainland, would take the lead in blowing the clarion call of attack.

attack?

Yes, everything in Trivers today shows that. The Ministry of Magic is about to fall out.

They no longer dwell on hard evidence, and they can no longer allow Umrah to grow.

Maybe others can, but Travers can't. A hardliner like him, when Grindelwald didn't use coercive means, as the Ministry of Magic, he was forcefully ordering everyone in the team.

There is no centrist allowed either to fight against Grindelwald or to help others, nothing else.

This is not right!

You can't do this!

Dumbledore had a sullen face, this was forcing a large number of neutral forces to be driven in the direction of Grindelwald!

As the Ministry of Magic and the enforcer of order, it is a constraint on everyone. If we continue to be tough at this time, it will only be counterproductive.

What is order? It is the right of everyone to sacrifice part of their freedom in order to protect their freedom from being infringed.

As someone who works for the Ministry of Magic is constrained, such tough behavior will only make more people worry about whether their remaining freedom will be taken away at any time.

Instead of doing this, it is better to surrender to Grindelwald and follow Grindelwald's toughness, but in exchange for other freedoms.

He had to do something.

But the bracelet on his hand prevented him from acting rashly.

He didn't want to irritate Travers anymore. The conflict between them would only benefit Grindelwald.

It's a pity that Travers didn't understand his painstaking efforts.

"Power - it's really the sweetest poison in the world." Dumbledore closed his eyes tightly and sighed quietly.

"Albus----"

"Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore knew who it was without turning around.

Sunderland McGonagall, a gifted witch. He is also a professor who has taught at Hogwarts for decades, even earlier than Dumbledore.

(PS: Rowling is eating books again. It is impossible for Professor McGonagall to appear in Hogwarts at this time, let alone teach Newt and Leta. This half-century error cannot be patched, okay If you haven't called Minerva by name, just think of her as McGonagall, another witch.)

"You don't look very good. I just heard Travers say that you are prohibited from teaching?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"Ah, yes, that is terrible news." Dumbledore laughed.

"This is so stupid! Why does the Ministry of Magic interfere with teaching at Hogwarts? It's ridiculous to ban a professor from teaching! I'll go find the Headmaster right now -" Professor McGonagall was angry.

0..........

"No need, extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Travers doesn't trust me, so let's take a break at this time." Dumbledore shook his head slightly. He gave in, and he gave in again!

Dumbledore is not a weak person, but his repeated concessions in the face of magic are understandable to many people.

This is called putting the overall situation first.

Dumbledore hated the Ministry of Magic, and he had done so since he was a boy. The Muggles hurt their sister and made her an Obscurial, but the Ministry of Magic captured his father, leaving his family in ruins.

For this reason alone, don't let Dumbledore have any favorable impression of the Ministry of Magic.

But in the overall situation, Dumbledore chose to be patient. As a former close friend, no one knew Grindelwald better than Dumbledore.

In order to stop his old friend, Dumbledore must not let the fire in the backyard start again.

That's why.

But it's a pity that the fallen flowers are deliberately flowing and the water is ruthless.

Dumbledore's behavior of retreating for the sake of the overall situation was rewarded by the Ministry of Magic's push.

He looked at the metal bracelet on his wrist. It was a very sophisticated alchemy tool. As someone who could talk happily with Nicoléme, he also had considerable attainments in the field of alchemy.

He couldn't untie this bracelet, at least not in a short while.

"Professor McGonagall, can you go to Paris on my behalf?"

"three?".