Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

"Chief!"

The person who came in the Apparition bowed respectfully to Shaw.

He wore a pair of glasses and had a serious face. He was the head of the Ministry of Magic's Supervisory Department: Percy Weasley.

Before the storm came, Shaw naturally had to find out the dynamics of the various forces. He nodded to the increasingly capable Percy and asked softly.

"How is the investigation going?"

Percy took out a stack of information from his arms, bowed again, and reported respectfully.

"Chief, Karkaroff was not attacked on the way to Hogwarts, and the possibility of being replaced was ruled out.

However, after further investigation, it is highly likely that German Shepherd Strong has defected to the Witch Party, so Karkaroff has the courage to come to the UK and cooperate with Dumbledore to a certain extent.

The subordinates still have doubts. Aren't Dumbledore and the Witch Party enemies?"

Shor's eyes flashed with realization.

He said why Karkaroff behaved so strangely and awkwardly.

He waved his hand and gave a clear instruction.

"There is no need to investigate the reason behind this. Continue."

"Yes, Chief! After unremitting efforts, plus some useful clues provided by Miss Grager.

We have already touched the tail of the Twin Snakes. In addition to the exposed point in Greece, we have accurately discovered more than ten bases for kidnapping and imprisoning young wizards.

However, although we have expanded our army, we are still slightly short of manpower to maintain the order of the competition and the wizard conference.

Now whether we need to start the rescue immediately requires your approval."

Shor looked at the depths of the dim forbidden forest. It seemed that there were countless beasts hiding and crawling in it, ready to pounce out and eat people at any time.

I always felt that it was similar to my current situation, and then said meaningfully.

"Don't worry, our strength will increase soon."

Percy's serious expression flashed through his thoughts.

"Chief means..."

Before he finished speaking, a man in a cloak slowly walked out of the shadow that Shaw had just looked at.

Percy stopped talking, quickly pulled out his wand, and shouted.

"Who are you? Don't move!"

The cloaked man stood straight and motionless.

Shaw looked at the man carefully and waved his hand back.

"Percy, leave the intelligence summary, and you should go back and rest early."

"Chief."

Percy paused, then remembered the strength of the chief, and guessed that there was something secret to say?

Is it rare that this cloaked man is the head of the more mysterious Supervisory Department?

Percy was very discerning, and he thought he was so. Then he handed the information in his hand to Shaw, turned his head and looked at the cloaked man in confusion, always feeling that this person's figure was very familiar.

Then he Apparated away.

The Forbidden Forest was silent again for a while, with only a magic light ball emitting bright fluorescence above.

Shaw's deep eyes reflected a little fluorescence, and he looked at the cloaked man very spiritually.

He actually didn't know the other person, but he guessed and judged from the holy symbol faintly revealed in the seam of his clothes.

But he would not take the initiative to speak, at this time, it was a matter of momentum.

The cloaked man also looked at the elegant and gentle Shaw carefully, and glanced at the spider ashes on the ground again.

He witnessed everything just now, and his heart was still shocked until now.

The object of his loyalty was iron-blooded but kind, with extraordinary and secretive means, and his eloquence was very contagious.

The most important thing was that he was young and full of vitality!

All kinds of potential were unimaginable!

As Vitalozier said, the new era belonged to him!

He took a deep breath, lifted the hem, and knelt on one knee in front of Shaw.

"Subordinates..."

. . . . . .

Hogwarts, the principal's office.

Today's circular office is not as glorious as before. The lights are much dim. Fawkes is taking a bored nap on the bird stand.

In front of the fireplace, Dumbledore is wearing a blanket and sitting in a rocking chair, rocking gently.

His old hands are lingering on the flames that are lifted from the fireplace frame, and he seems to be unable to feel the scorching temperature.

His expression of concentration and thinking is reflected by the fire.

"Bang."

Just then, the door of the office was pushed open.

Dumbledore made a "hiss" sound, and quickly retracted his burned hands, turning his head away with a little anger.

"Even if you treat this place as your own home, you should knock on the door politely."

"Ha, sorry, Albus, when did you like darkness?"

The person who came was Grindelwald. While joking, he took off his plain Chesterfield-style windbreaker and hung it skillfully on the mahogany hanger at the door.

"Snap!"

He then snapped his fingers again, and the lights in the house immediately came on.

Fox was startled by the light.Wake up, and cry in dissatisfaction to this annoying old man.

Grindelwald came to the fireplace, pulled a rocking chair of the same style and lay down, rocking happily.

Feeling like something is missing, he waved his hand back.

Two cups of "Tadpole House" and straws flew out of the silver cabinet together, and were quickly wrapped by a layer of blue fire while floating.

When they came in front of the two old men, the two cups of "Tadpole House" had been automatically inserted with straws and were steaming hot.

Grindelwald took the cup, bit the straw and took a sip, enjoying it, sweeping away the fatigue in his eyes.

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, and he was not polite. He also took the milk tea and drank a few sips, chewing the soft and glutinous beads in his mouth, and said in a vague tone.

"The person ran away?"

Grindelwald didn't care.

"I almost caught him. You know that old man Suoya is very slippery. When I chased him to the North Sea, more than a dozen of them came out and blew themselves up at me, and he slipped away."

Dumbledore nodded, not surprised, and then asked in confusion.

"Hey, that's not right. Why did you come back at this time? Did you go to do private work again?"

Grindelwald paused, and the shaking chair stopped, and his heterochromatic eyes flashed a series of pictures.

Then he said in a relaxed tone.

"Nothing, I saw a good show on my way back, so I was delayed for a while."

The person who knows Grindelwald best in this world is naturally Dumbledore.

The old bee saw that his best friend seemed to be insincere, and thought about it.

"Watching a show? The number of your followers who have gathered in the UK is a bit too large. How come they seem to be out of your control?

Well, now that I think about it, you really didn't lie to me.

You deliberately pushed your secretary to Shaw, didn't you?"

Grindelwald's expression was still relaxed, and he shrugged humorously, very free and easy.

"I told you long ago that Wu Cui is not my private property. I am not greedy for power. If I can relax, I will not choose to be so tired."

As he said, his tone suddenly became a little solemn.

"As for Chinofi Furley, I underestimated him before.

I didn't expect that the passionate young man back then would be so scheming and have such a long-term plan."