The Legend of Harry Potter Schoolmaster

"what is that?"

"My God, is it Grindelwald's logo?"

"It seems that the legend is true, that terrifying Dark Lord, he is back!"

Following a few hoarse shouts, the entire castle of Durmstrang was almost in chaos...

The vast majority of teachers and students have never personally experienced the era of Gellert Grindelwald's rule... But even if it is only through word of mouth from their parents and grandparents, they will not be able to forget this symbol, and they can completely understand it. Feel the terror that the Dark Lord once was.

Many naughty students often copy this mark on textbooks or clothes on weekdays to pretend to be cool...

But at this moment, they were the group of people who screamed the loudest.

"Principal...Principal Vance..." A middle-aged professor in his thirties and forties ran over panting, "The mark of the Dark Lord..."

"What are you panicking!" Professor Winston-Vance suppressed the excitement in his heart and pretended to be calm: "All teachers, escort the students back to the dormitory...I declare that this Halloween dinner will end early!"

"But...but... that mark..." the middle-aged professor still stammered.

"Emerson, come with me to see... what's going on!" Vance took a deep breath, and then ordered.

"Okay..." The gray-haired old professor next to him stood up tremblingly.

...

The dark night sky seemed to be smeared heavily with boundless thick ink, without even the glimmer of stars.

By the icy and snowy Lake Vänern, an old wizard who looked very old, skinny, and frail was sitting on the ground. The slender wand made of elderberry was casually held in his hand, and in front of him was a strange bird whose whole body was purple.

Between the ice and snow, and behind the bushes, wizards quietly appeared one after another... They were all wearing black trench coats, and they were all dressed neatly and neatly.

They walked over one by one... slowly and carefully, as if they couldn't believe their eyes.

"Master..." The very young witch walked in the strongest part of the crowd; she knelt down on the ground, trembling and stretched out a hand, sobbing: "More than fifty years have passed... finally ...I thought I would never see you again in this life!"

Looking at the situation, she should be Vader Rozier, Gellert Grindelwald's most loyal follower; but she is an old woman in her eighties and nineties, so is it appropriate to dress up in her twenties and thirties... "Grindelwald" thought secretly, relying on the information he had consulted in the past two days.

However, he still lowered his head, with no fluctuation in his expression.

He stretched out a withered hand and patted Rozier's palm lightly, but he didn't turn around to look at her: "It's been a long time, get up, Vader... But in the past fifty years, To me, it seemed short-lived..."

The rest of the wizards also gathered around one after another, and they all knelt down in front of "Gellert Grindelwald", trying to kiss his robe... All of them were old wizards over half a century old, and their faces were full of surprises. All filled with childlike excitement.

"It's okay, get up!" Grindelwald said calmly.

He looked around at the faces under the cloak, lingering on each face for a second or two.

"It seems that you have not lived very well in the past fifty years!" Grindelwald smiled self-deprecatingly, and then lowered his head again.

"Master..." Followers lowered their heads in shame; several wizards opened their mouths, trying to say something.

But Grindelwald took the initiative to speak again:

"I made a settlement with him!"

...

The entire ice field was silent.

Those old wizards, as if their throats were held down by something, couldn't say anything...or rather, they didn't dare to open their mouths.

"Master... you mean..." Vader Rozier tremblingly said, "The great... Dumbledore?"

"Yes!" Grindelwald smiled slightly: "More than fifty years have passed, and the past grievances, no matter what the outcome, should be written off!"

"So...Master...you just left that prison?" The old wizard named Frederick said tremblingly.

The mound was curled up in his arms... Poor little ferret, tremblingly looked at the purple bird in Grindelwald's hand, not daring to raise his head too high.

"Yes!" Grindelwald nodded: "The past should be over... If you don't want to live overseas anymore, you can come back... You don't have to continue to live in fear..."

"What about you, master?" Rozier asked in a low voice.

"I will choose to leave, and Dumbledore will also choose to leave...Our departure should be regarded as a sentence for the past." Grindelwald said calmly.

Rozier sobbed softly.

The rest of the wizards also bowed their heads.

No one raised any objections, and there was only reluctance and pain on their faces.

"Master..." Winston Vance looked around, and then whispered, "More than a year ago, a boy came to Durmstrang... At that time, he was wearing your ring ..."

"Yes, I gave it to him!" Grindelwald nodded.

"This means...does it...means..." Vance looked a little excited.

"Nothing means nothing, Vance!" Grindelwald smiled: "That's a very nice young man, that's all..."

"Okay...ok..." Vance said solemnly, "I understand, master...I understand!"

After speaking, Gellert Grindelwald looked at his watch.

"It's almost time, our short gathering should be over..." he said softly.

With a slight wave of his wand, a black flame enveloped Gellert Grindelwald.

"Master...Master..." The old wizards around shouted loudly.

When the flames disappeared, Grindelwald in the middle and the purple bird also disappeared.

...

Returning to the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts, the serious "Gellert-Grindelwald" just took a tired breath.

It seems that the dress is not bad... at least it is not wearing clothes, he thought to himself.

The big purple bird shook it around vigorously, drying the purple mouse juice on its body, and gave Jon a displeased look.

The mouse tumor on the back of the Irish purple rat can be cut off and mixed with mandrake liquid to make a purple juice; this juice has the effect of concealing the breath of magical animals... "dye" the phoenix into purple in a black light , it is not easy to expose its true identity.

At least not to let those "followers" have unnecessary influence.

"It's easy to say..." "Grindelwald" quickly laughed and said: "This time you will be full of herbs!"

...

At the same time, on the other side of Hogwarts, in the school hospital.

The Halloween dinner is not over yet, and her sister hasn't returned yet; Astoria Greengrass is lying alone on the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling while thinking about what Jon is doing now?

"Bang... bang... bang..."

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of the ward.

Is my sister coming back early? Astoria is a little weird.

"Come in!" she said softly.

The door of the ward was gently pushed open, and a girl with brown hair and wearing a black school uniform walked in.

"Hello, Miss Greengrass." She said politely, "Let me introduce myself, I'm Hermione Granger!"