The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

1991, July, Austria.

A European-style villa with a peculiar shape is located on the shore of Lake Mond.

The dark blue bricks and the carvings on the walls all tell of the antiquity of this villa.

The sun shines through the window, shining on the face of a blond and blue-eyed boy, with bursts of light.

The scene of the boy holding a book emitting dark blue mist in one hand and a wand with strange horizontal ridges in the other hand gives off a weird atmosphere.

With a flash of green light, a smile appeared on the boy's face.

[Congratulations to the host for mastering the black magic: Imperius Curse, and obtaining the achievement: Candidate for Azkaban]

[Achievement Point Reward: 100]

"System, check the talent panel!"

The boy's clear voice sounded, and the next second, a virtual data panel appeared in front of him.

[Charms: 100]

[Potions: 100]

[Dark Magic: 99]

[Transfiguration: 100]

[Alchemy: 100]

[Divination: 100]

[Current remaining points: 112, achievement points can be used to exchange talents (100 points are required for each exchange of talents above 95 points) or draw. ]

[Points can be obtained by achieving achievements, completing system tasks, etc. ]

Hearing the prompt in his mind, the boy breathed a sigh of relief: "Six years... I'm finally going to fill up my talent points!"

The boy's name is Agus, Agus Grindelwald.

Strictly speaking, he is not from this world. When he crossed over, he was just a baby and was thrown outside an orphanage.

He thought he was reborn, but he didn't understand until he was five years old when the magic rioted, opened the system, and was brought to Gellert Grindelwald by the saints.

He actually came to the world of Harry Potter and became an orphan of the Grindelwald family.

In his previous life, Argus knew this magic world very well, and all kinds of wonderful spells made him yearn for it.

But when he traveled through time, he found that the real magic world was far from as beautiful as he imagined.

Especially as the blood of Grindelwald!

The Ministry of Magic, the Saints, the Wizard Council... too many eyes were staring at him.

If he hadn't been afraid of Grindelwald's rampage, he would have died countless times.

Unlike ordinary predecessors who traveled through time, Argus did not choose to show off or improve his strength as soon as possible after ensuring his safety.

Instead, he kept a low profile and earned points in various ways until today.

"System, redeem black magic talent!"

[Add points successfully, host's current black magic: 100]

Just after the addition of points was completed, another prompt popped up immediately.

[Host's talent is full, and he has obtained the achievement: Future Black Magic Master]

[Achievement: Perfect Magic Genius]

[Achievement Point Reward: 200]

"It's time to consider leaving the mountain. Before leaving the mountain, complete the first lottery in your life."

Clicking on the lottery interface, countless card packs appeared in front of Agus.

Choose two at random, accompanied by... ordinary white light, the system prompt sounded.

[Congratulations to the host for the reward: Spell - Legilimency (Level 2)]

[Congratulations to the host for the reward: Black Magic - Fiery Spell (Level 3)]

"Legislative Spell? Fiery Spell?" Agus was speechless.

"If it's these two, there is a magic that can be tried..."

...

Outside the door, crisp footsteps sounded.

An elegant woman in a dark green robe walked slowly.

Vita Rosier, the black rose that blooms in France and never fades.

The jet-black hair, green eyes, and noble and elegant demeanor have fascinated countless people.

Her extraordinary strength allows her to still maintain her youthful appearance even at the age of over ninety.

"What's wrong, Aunt Vita?"

Argus put down the wand in his hand and turned to look.

Vita Rosier showed a worried look.

"Little Argus, have you forgotten that today is your eleventh birthday!"

"Birthday?"

Argus was slightly stunned, and his face showed a sudden realization.

When Grindelwald adopted Argus, he ordered the saints that Argus would inherit the entire Saints Group on the day he turned eleven.

But over the years, due to his low-key and dormant principles, Argus has not had any outstanding performance. Even within the Saints, many people sneer at him.

Now, the agreed date has arrived.

The Saints Group is obviously unwilling to let him become Gellert's successor.

Although Argus is Grindelwald's adopted son, the Saints are always loyal to Gellert!

In their hearts, only Gellert can lead them to complete the great cause of the year!

To put it nicely, they think Agus is too young to carry the banner of the Saints.

To put it bluntly, they just look down on him!

Thinking of this, Agus's face gradually became solemn: "Aunt Vita, do you have anything to say to me?"

Vita Rozier took a deep breath: "Abernethy and I have considered it. The Saints are now falling apart. It is not easy to reunite, and their attitude towards you..."

"So you want me to give up, right, Aunt Vita?" Before Vita finished speaking, Agus interrupted her.

"I know you mean well, but I refuse!"

Vita Rozier's expression froze, as if she didn't expect Agus to refuse so straightforwardly.

"I am the blood of Grindelwald, and I was taught by you and Gellert. I carry the unfinished business you left behind!" Argus stood up from his chair and said firmly: "If I choose to retreat today, I will lose not only the expectations of the saints, but also my courage for the future."

"From now on, I will never have the chance to come back here again!"

Vita Rosier hesitated, and after a long while, she slowly spoke: "But you should know that today's gathering is too eye-catching. The Ministry of Magic will not miss this opportunity to kill them all. I know that there are..."

"Believe me, Aunt Vita!"

Argus smiled confidently and looked directly at Vita Rosier.

"Even Thunderbirds will eventually leave their parents' arms."

"What's more, disasters are like one after another."

"If I can't even handle this, it only means that I am just like this!"

Silence.

The room fell into silence.

Vita Rosier stared deeply at the boy in front of her, and for some reason, the scene in her eyes gradually blurred.

A figure that she had been thinking about day and night seemed to be merging with him.

The same blonde hair and blue eyes, the same elegance and confidence, the same talent.

In a trance, she seemed to be back in the cemetery and saw the blue flame dragon hovering over Paris.

When she came to her senses and looked at Argus again, Vita Rosier's eyes were already smiling.

"Don't let me down, little Grindelwald."

In the distant sky, countless black silks were flying.

An elegant smile appeared on Argus's face, his right hand touched his chest, and he bowed slightly.

"For the greater good!"