Chapter 369: Professor, You Can't Be Unable to Protect Anything, Right?
Darkness was like a tide. Overnight, Grindelwald's shadow enveloped the European continent and spread to the entire magical world at an alarming speed.
The magical world here is not the same as the magical world in the original book. The magical world there usually refers to Britain, and the world outside Britain is as if it does not exist.
But this time, regardless of whether the Ministry of Magic participated in the operation or not, they all remained silent.
They had received the intelligence, and many people even did not believe it.
After repeated confirmation through multiple channels, they finally had no choice but to accept the reality.
More than four hundred Aurors were no match for Grindelwald alone, and even a single spell could change the course of the battle.
Is there anyone in this world who can stop him?
How did the International Federation of Wizards and the Ministries of Magic of various countries win?
With such questions, the long-forgotten archives were dug out, and the elderly who had long retired and enjoyed their retirement were also invited to work. People desperately tried to find Grindelwald's weakness.
I found a way to defeat him.
But after listening to the stories of some of the parties involved and reading the materials, they fell silent.
The price of blood, the leadership of the elite, and Grindelwald's subjective choice~.
Without any of these three points, the war cannot end.
Grindelwald chose to fight to the death, which is why he was defeated by Dumbledore. But now he has no such idea at all. He fights if he can win, and runs away if he can't.
As long as he doesn't die, all hostile forces will live in a nightmare and no one can restrict his actions.
And this is still the unresolved aftermath, and the current troubles are even more overwhelming.
According to statistics, there are 316 Aurors in Grindelwald's hands now, from 22 countries. It is unknown whether they are dead or alive.
Half of the Ministers of Magic in these countries will be dismissed immediately.
Babajide has been besieged. He said bitterly that he would resign after the negotiations, but what's the point of resigning? Can we escape if you resign?
There are two possible scenarios. One is that Grindelwald goes crazy and kills people with a murderous rage. Then everyone will be finished. They will be liquidated by the angry and panicked people, and even retaliated by the victims' families.
Another better situation is that the person is still alive. As long as he is alive, there is hope of being rescued and there is room to struggle.
They tried to contact Dumbledore, but the old man did not respond, and all the messages fell on deaf ears without causing any waves.
In the new week, the young wizards at Hogwarts still didn't know that the outside world had changed, and the news hadn't reached Britain. Fudge was lucky in his own way, as he felt that his relationship with the International Federation of Wizards was not very good, so he didn't get involved at all.
The students were still immersed in yesterday's competition, and during breakfast they could be heard analyzing Ginny and Hermione's chances of winning in the same grade group.
There was definitely no problem with Ginny. She displayed overwhelming combat power, which made the senior students' scalps tingle.
What's worrying is Hermione. Her winning margin doesn't seem that big, and it feels unreliable...
Tom was discussing with Daphne how to give Hermione some emergency training. Daphne, who was full of imagination, actually wanted to go to Knockturn Alley to catch a few dark wizards, who had to be the ugly type who were obviously not good people.
As long as Hermione could adapt to such disgusting opponents, she would definitely not be nervous about competing with students from other schools.
Tom was stunned when he heard this.
At first I thought Daphne was making fun of Hermione, but when I think about it...it really makes sense. Dark wizards are not more scary than students. This is exactly the opportunity Hermione lacks. Training with him every day really has no effect. She doesn't feel nervous at all.
Just as the boy was thinking about whether to go to Knockturn Alley to buy goods, he suddenly felt someone on the podium was looking at him. Tom raised his head and met Dumbledore's slightly sad look.
After a moment's pause, Tom immediately put on a shy and ignorant childish smile. No one would have thought that this seemingly well-behaved boy had played the role of the Dark Lord yesterday.
Of course, Dumbledore couldn't have guessed that either.
Seeing Tom smiling so happily, I suddenly felt guilty.
Is Tom really going to be dragged into this vortex? Why did Grindelwald require Tom to attend the event and be a witness?
"If you don't let go of the constraints of morality and rules, you will never be my opponent."
The call Grindelwald made before he left echoed in his mind again, and Dumbledore found himself unable to refute it.
If he could rush into Berlin regardless of everything, not to mention capturing 300 saints, at least a dozen at a time would be no problem.
In one go, Grindelwald would definitely be left alone.
The situation that followed was that the two of them went crazy at each other, trying to see who could hold on first.
But just imagining it was terrifying to him, and it was impossible for him to do it, so he could only be led by the nose.
Let's talk to the parents first. If he takes Tom over without notifying his parents, the trouble he will face when he comes back will be no less than Grindelwald.
Dumbledore made a decision in his heart. As for the issue of safety, with him around, Grindelwald couldn't hurt Tom.
After breakfast, the young wizards went to class and Dumbledore contacted Tom's parents to explain the situation.
Then he was invited over by his parents.
This is really a bit contrary to Tiangang.
Nico's manor in Dorset has been built.
Although it is not as luxurious and majestic as the palace in Paris, it covers a large area and has everything it needs.
Newt has also transplanted many exotic flowers and plants to keep the air in the manor fresh at all times, which has a refreshing and nourishing effect.
Dumbledore was in no mood to admire his old friend's new home. He had a feeling that today was not going to be easy.
When he arrived, no one greeted him and the door was open. When he walked into the reception room, Nicol no longer had his usual easy-going and friendly demeanor. He drank his tea slowly with a sullen face.
Dumbledore looked around and saw that Newt, Tina, and Perenelle were not there, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
It is better to convince one than four.
"ED..."
"Dumbledore."
Nico interrupted Dumbledore's spellcasting and slammed his teacup down. "Do you think this is appropriate? Tom is just a child. You want him to face Grindelwald directly?"
"He must be plotting something, maybe even targeting Tom himself. Even so, are you willing to fall for it?"
"I have no other choice." Dumbledore smiled bitterly. "More than three hundred Auror lives, Nico [You should understand what this number means to the Ministry of Magic in those countries C]
"Without these fighters, even if Grindelwald doesn't take action, other dark wizards and criminal gangs will lose their fear and start causing trouble, and the wizarding world will become even more chaotic."
"What do you think I should do?"
··Please give me flowers...
Nicolas Flamel's expression eased slightly. He understood Dumbledore's difficulties, but he still couldn't accept Tom being involved.
"How about... you go find Grindelwald first? Maybe we can negotiate without Tom. You can't just go along with whatever he says."
Dumbledore nodded sincerely: "I do have this plan, but what I told you today is only the worst case scenario. If you must take Tom with you, I will definitely ensure his safety.
You can trust me on this."
Nico shook his head slightly and sighed, "I've never doubted your strength, but Grindelwald's greatest fear is not his physical strength."
Dumbledore was silent. This was also what he was worried about. Grindelwald could plant seeds in people's hearts with just one sentence. When the seeds took root and sprouted, no one knew what they would become.
In the end, Nicole agreed not to interfere with Tom's free choice. If Tom wanted to go, he wouldn't bother. If he didn't want to go, "no one could force him to go."
Dumbledore accepted the offer.
Back at school, Dumbledore finally began to respond to Babajid and the frantic Minister of Magic, and to negotiate with the representatives.
The final decision can only be made by him and Grindelwald, but the necessary procedures must be followed and these people must be present. Even if there is any regret later, it cannot be blamed on him.
After a whole afternoon of communication, Babajid, knowing that he would soon resign, became bolder and agreed to go in person.
However, none of the other Ministers of Magic were willing to show up, and they either planned to participate via remote communication or send someone from the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
Dumbledore didn't care, no matter who came, as long as they were there to be witnesses.
During the dinner, he invited Tom to his office.
"How was your weekend, Tom?" Dumbledore asked.
Tom nodded happily, "Very good, you have made great progress in magic.
"That's certainly something to be happy about." Dumbledore smiled gratifiedly, "But weekends are a time to relax and enjoy life, so it's better to combine work and rest.
"I'll pay attention, professor. Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Tom asked knowingly.
Dumbledore looked embarrassed, but still stated Grindelwald's request. "Tom, I won't force you to make a choice. Nicol also means the same thing. You have a week to think about it. I will try to communicate with Grindelwald first."
"No."
Tom agreed without hesitation. "After all, Grindelwald is still a big client of mine. He spends a lot of money with me. He shouldn't do anything to me."
"Besides, you're here, Professor. You can't be unable to protect anything, can you?"
Dumbledore looked distressed.
Although he felt relieved to be trusted, this child...why was it so heartbreaking to praise someone?
"Thank you for your bravery, Tom. You are a perfect fit for Gryffindor.
Now it was Tom's turn to feel bad. Some people had said he was suitable for Ravenclaw, and now Dumbledore said he should go to Gryffindor. But why didn't anyone think he was suitable for Hufflepuff?
"Professor, I've been with you through thick and thin, and you won't give me any thanks?"
Tom, in a bad mood, began to ask for benefits, "I don't need anything else, just give me 300 to 500 credits."
Chapter 370: Excellence Is Also a Fault, Essential Items for the Plantation
Many times, being too good is also a kind of trouble, because no matter what achievements you make, they are taken for granted in the eyes of others.
Tom encountered this situation recently. He was almost able to summon another teacher with achievement points, but the professors became stingy in giving him extra points.
Even when it came time to answer questions in class, he was rarely called upon. Instead, more opportunities were given to other students, which made Tom a little depressed.
It is now becoming increasingly difficult for him to gain achievement points by adding extra points, and he can only rely on solving some big problems.
He was thinking about whether he should find a few Dementors to attack Harry again. This is the savior, saving him should be worth a lot, right?
But it's always easier to do a favor from Dumbledore than to do it yourself. Five hundred points, one hundred achievement points are enough.
Dumbledore was also confused. This seemed to be the third time Tom had asked him directly for a share. The school's tool for encouraging students to compete was almost becoming his trading currency, which made Dumbledore feel ashamed.
Before him, there had probably never been a principal who had reached such a state and still asked students to do things for him.
Just look at the contemptuous look on the principal's portrait on the wall and you will know. Even Old Deng, who has experienced many ups and downs, blushed.
but
"No problem, Tom." Dumbledore's expression changed swiftly, his smile warming the heart. "Hogwarts is part of the wizarding world. Your adventure this time is a huge contribution to the school, so the extra points are well-deserved."
"However, I need to consider the reasons for the extra points."
"What's so difficult about this?" Tom waved his hands and explained to Old Deng what the carrot post and the customized award were. Old Deng was stunned.
He was sure that even if Tom didn't rely on magic, he would be able to thrive in the wizarding world in the future just by relying on his brain and social skills.
"Professor, I will only ship the goods after I receive the payment."
Tom gave a final reminder before walking out of the office.
"This kid is such a profiteer!" Phineas cursed, expressing Dumbledore's thoughts.
Back in the small world, Tom told Nico that he had agreed to Dumbledore's request - although this was probably part of the plan.
Tom certainly didn't go there just to watch the fun after all the twists and turns. He certainly had his own goals to achieve.
Nico was not surprised when he saw the news. He knew that Tom had no respect for Grindelwald. He was just reminding him that no matter what the other party said, he should just treat it as bullshit.
Tom naturally agreed without hesitation.
[Tom: Teacher, I will come to see you in the evening. Remember to prepare my meal.]
[Rich 600-year-old Lao Deng: Why are you suddenly coming back?]
Tom: I want to plant a tree and need your and Uncle Newt's help. I'll go talk to him later.
[Rich 600-year-old man: Planting trees? What are you doing?]
[Tom: You'll know tonight.]
Tom kept the secret a secret and turned to a new page to contact Newt. The honest man agreed without even asking and explained Grindelwald's insidiousness and cunningness to him ten times.
Tom silently called Grindelwald over and asked him to listen to Newt's evaluation of him.
Grindelwald, who had been in a good mood, suddenly became unhappy and broke down: "He ruined my plans every day back then, and now he's saying I have bad character?"
"He has integrity because he stole the blood pact between me and Dumbledore? Scamander is a disgrace to Hufflepuff!"
Grindelwald, who was furious, vented his anger on the students of Durmstrang. He never left the school, but instead gave the students "ideological education" to fundamentally change the ideas of the next generation of wizards.
But today he planned to use physical means to make these young wizards understand that magic is power!
After finishing his last class, Tom flew slowly to Dorset.
Nico had the house-elves prepare a small banquet long ago, and Newt and his wife were invited. No business was discussed during the entire dinner. They almost all denounced Dumbledore for his dishonest behavior and scolded Grindelwald for being a scoundrel and for insisting on involving Tom.
The young man listened to them defending themselves with a smile, nodding from time to time, agreeing with what they said.
He is a shameless person, otherwise he wouldn't be the mastermind behind this.
It was not until the end of the party, when Tina accompanied Madame Perenelle to the opera, that Tom had the opportunity to bring up business.
"Teacher, Uncle Newt, do you know the golden apple?"
Nico nodded: "Although I don't have children, I still read fairy tales."
Newt's mouth twitched, noticing Nico's increasingly venomous tone. "The golden apple from Greek mythology? Are you referring to the wedding gift from Zeus and Hera, or the golden apple trap set by the goddess Eris?"
The Mirror of Erised is clearly derived from the goddess Eris in Greek mythology.
This goddess is also known as the goddess of discord. She stirs up people's inner desires and ambitions, creating conflicts and wars.
The most famous event was the Trojan War.
When the hero Peleus married the sea goddess Thetis, he invited all the gods except Eris. In revenge, Eris threw a golden apple at the wedding with the words "To the most beautiful goddess" inscribed on it.
Among the goddesses present, Hera, Athena, and the goddess of beauty Aphrodite were actually captured by this little trick and began to fight for the ownership of the apple.
Zeus did not want to offend these goddesses for fear of giving the golden apple to the Trojan prince Paris and letting him be the judge. The three goddesses all gave him heart-warming temptations.
In the end, Paris gave the apple to Aphrodite because she promised to help Paris win the love of Helen, the queen of Sparta.
In the end, the goddess of beauty did what she said, but this also triggered the Trojan War, and even the gods were forced to split into two camps.
"I mean Hera's golden apple." Tom lifted the transformation spell. Under the astonished gaze of Nico and Newt, Tom's already handsome appearance became even more handsome, close to perfection.
There was also an aura that was not human on his body, which made both of them feel pressured.
Nico looked at Tom in confusion, "What the hell is going on?"
"I ate the golden apple," Tom said truthfully. "It's the legendary Hera's golden apple that grants immortality, eternal youth, and a divine power even higher than magic. That's why I became like this."
Nico and Newt were stunned, as if they were listening to a fairy tale:
"Tom, it's not that we don't believe it, but you yourself said it was a myth, so how can you be sure it is the legendary golden apple?"
"I have completed another trial mission."
Nico and Newt understood instantly, but understanding didn't mean they could accept it. Tom's trial missions were endless, and the key was that the rewards he gave each time were jaw-dropping. If they continued like this, maybe one day they could get Zeus's Thunder Scepter or... Aquaman's Trident.
Tom did want to, but he recently tried to activate a new trial, but the tenth palace didn't respond at all. It was likely that he had to complete the Phoenix Trial before it could be activated.
The following tasks are getting more and more abnormal. Tom is now scared and doesn't know how long he will be stuck next time.
Forget it, let's think about it later.
Tom looked at the two silent people and continued, "Besides the golden apple I ate, I also have a seed in my hand that needs to be planted in a place with abundant magic power.
Newt came to his senses and said, "Are you going to plant it near the Whomping Willow? There's still land there."
"I'm afraid it's not enough.
The Golden Apple requires far more magical power than the Whomping Willow.
I plan to build a special plantation, using the water from Voldemort's Lake of Inferi as nutrients.
I'll also raise some dark creatures to maintain ecological stability and prevent them from running out of resources."
Tom expressed his thoughts, and Newt couldn't help but click his tongue.
"How dare you imagine that? Those lakes could cause plagues and diseases if left untreated, and you still want to raise magical animals nearby..."
Nico didn't care about the consequences and retorted, "But Tom's plan is indeed feasible. You should remember the Death Valley in the Hoya Forest, right? The environmental wizards there don't dare to set foot there.
The Death Valley in the Hoya Baciu Forest in Romania is home to more than a thousand dangerous magical animals, including poisonous insects, beasts, and monsters. It is not as vast as the Albanian forest, but it is more dangerous.
"Is that why I need your help?" Tom said with a smile, "Don't let magical creatures become a one-time nutrient for Lake Inferi. A steady and long-term approach is more important."
Newt nodded, accepting the task.
The three of them agreed to wait for Tom to return from Berlin, and then go to demolish Lake of the Corpse, and sort out the small world of the plantation today.
Newt quickly figured out what kind of creatures needed to be kept here, as well as the corresponding food groups and ecological environment. Tom began to divide the space and arrange the environment according to his requirements.
Many things require local materials, such as digging a few small hills in the real world, and marking those places that cannot be completed overnight.
Nico followed behind the two of them, frowning the whole time.
"No...something feels missing."
"What's missing?" Newt turned around in confusion. Tom also stopped in surprise. "You even know something about ecology?"
Nico looked at the two people's faces, and suddenly a light bulb went off in his mind, and he understood instantly.
"How can a plantation be without farm tools?" the old man said with a smile, "Those people are natural farm tools. How about I go buy some?"
Tom: "…
Newt:
Chapter 371: Malfoy Is Thinking Again, Grindelwald: I Don't Want to Listen, I Don't Want to Listen
Nicolas Flamel is a traditional wizard, after all... He has lived for more than six hundred years, you can't expect him to change his mind in old age.
He had no resistance to certain transactions and even took them for granted.
As for sellers...there are plenty of suppliers in Heilongjiang Province, and they can supply whatever you want.
Many wizards in Heizhou come from primitive tribes. When they grow up and return to the tribe, they will serve as priests, shamans, etc. It is still a slave society there, and their servants are called magic servants.
For example, the largest runespoor breeding base in Black State has more than 300 magical servants working there, while the Ugadu School of Magic has no house-elves, and all daily chores are completed by magical servants, which are completely consumables.
"I think twenty or thirty servants are enough." Nico glanced at the area of the small world. "Buy them in advance and give them some training. Those farm tools are not very smart, so they need to be whipped to make them remember the rules."
"Well..." Newt looked embarrassed. "Nico... this isn't a good idea. The environment we're trying to create isn't suitable for human survival. It's difficult for wizards, let alone ordinary people."
"What's the big deal?" Nico waved his hand nonchalantly. "The supply is stable. We can get as much or as little as you want. When their bodies reach their limit, we'll simply erase their memories and resell them. You don't need to worry about it."
Seeing that he insisted and Tom had no intention of objecting, Newt didn't know what to say.
Uncle Newt is still too honest. How could Nico allow the risk of news leaking out of such a terrifying treasure as the Golden Apple? I'm afraid that as soon as he leaves the small world, he will be sent to his laboratory.
But there was no need to tell Newt so much about this kind of thing, so as not to embarrass him.
"Thank you for your help, teacher." Tom said with a smile.
Nico rolled his eyes at him unhappily. This kid is a bit of a jerk. When he needs help, he'll just say nice things to you like they're free. [When he achieves something, he gets so cocky that his tail sticks up.]
But... he just fell for it. One has to be realistic in life, and when one is young, one has to be outspoken.
All the preparation work for the plantation was handed over to Nico and Newt, and Tom got rid of another trivial matter. However, the price was that he cooperated with Nico to study the divine power for a whole night, but still didn't find anything.
Nico discovered that this power had a much greater impact on alchemical tools than normal magic power, and the existing materials could hardly bear it, so he had no choice but to give up.
When Tom showed up at school the next day, the news that Bulgaria had joined the Saints and that Grindelwald had defeated hundreds of Aurors finally reached Britain.
Countless people were speechless, and they once again felt the horror of the Dark Lord firsthand.
Even two Britains couldn't muster so many Aurors, but Grindelwald was unharmed and captured more than 300 of them, with only more than 100 escaping.
People suddenly found that their fear of Voldemort had dissipated a lot. After all, Voldemort didn't have such a record back then.
Lucius Malfoy was in a daze for a long time after reading the newspaper at home, but his mind became active again. He habitually asked Narcissa for her opinion.
"What do you think? How about I contact Grindelwald? We can stay in England as an insider and pass on information about Dumbledore to him.
Grindelwald is obviously a man who can accomplish great things.
As long as he succeeds in defeating Dumbledore, Malfoy's status in England will definitely rise to a higher level."
Narcissa knew her husband very well.
His ambition was ten times, or even a hundred times, greater than his ability.
He was either making trouble or on the way to making trouble, but he was also very quick to give in.
That was why in the British wizarding world, you could see that the Malfoy family was extremely active, but had never achieved any results.
"Lucius," Narcissa sighed, and said gravely, "Grindelwald has completely risen to power now. He doesn't think highly of us."
Lucius was shocked and angry: "How is it possible? We Malfoys are pure bloods that have been passed down for thousands of years. In Britain..."
"You also said it was in England.
Narcissa interrupted him directly, "The Saints now have at least hundreds or even thousands of people, and the Ministry of Magic he conquered also provides a steady supply of manpower. Do you think this is just like the Death Eaters, with only a few big and small ones?"
Lucius' face flushed red at this bloody reality: "But we have the advantage. He has no power in Britain, and his greatest enemy is here.
"And then?" Narcissa asked, "Don't you know what your relationship is with Dumbledore? How are you going to keep an eye on him? Are you going to let Draco get close to him at school?"
"Lucius, I'm telling you, I won't stop you from doing whatever you want, but if you involve my son in this, I'll never let you go!"
Lucius was startled by Narcissa's sudden anger and quickly went over to comfort his wife, assuring her that he would not use Draco for anything.
When it comes to taking care of their family, the Malfoys are decent people.
In the end, Lucius had no choice but to give up the idea of joining Grindelwald, but it was only a temporary decision. Once the future situation became clear, he would immediately switch jobs.
Because...Malfoy always wins.
While Lucius was thinking about changing jobs, his former colleague was furious.
Bellatrix was holding a local Albanian magic newspaper in her hand. Almost half of the article was bragging about Grindelwald's strength, praising him as the greatest dark wizard of all time, the Dark Lord.
"Only the master is worthy of being called the Dark Lord! How can he, an old man defeated by Dumbledore, be called the Dark Lord!"
Bella's scream stung Lockhart's eardrums. He frowned and said, "Bella, didn't you say the Dark Lord was here? Why did you change when we got there?"
"Lockhart, what else can you do besides follow me?" Bella's cold gaze moved away from the newspaper and fell on Lockhart, who had a messy hair. "If you're useless, you should know your own limitations. I don't even think you're a burden, and yet you're getting impatient?"
Lockhart smiled awkwardly, lowered his head and didn't dare to refute.
"The master is in a very bad state now, but he must still be here."
Bella rolled up her sleeves, revealing the dark green Dark Mark tattooed on her left arm. She pointed her wand at the mark, and it seemed to come alive. Bella closed her eyes and silently felt it, then chose a direction and continued to lead Lockhart on the road to find Voldemort.
On Friday, Dumbledore went to Durmstrang alone.
773 Durmstrang is known as the most mysterious magic school in the world. All students are strictly prohibited from revealing the school's address. People only know that the school is located in Northern Europe, but very little specific information is known.
Dumbledore only knew the address after Grindelwald mentioned it to him - the Scandinavian Peninsula in northern Norway.
Otherwise, you will need to bring a guide.
He was just trying to see if he could resolve the issue without Tom.
Dumbledore arrived with great fanfare, and did not attempt to break in by force. The cry of a phoenix filled the snow-covered castle, and soon Grindelwald flew out.
Seeing that Dumbledore was alone with only a bird, he frowned slightly: "Where is Riddle? Why are you alone?"
"Don't involve others in our feud." Dumbledore said softly.
"Then there's no need to talk anymore." Grindelwald turned around and tried to leave, but was stopped by Dumbledore.
The two didn't talk for long and parted on bad terms after ten minutes.
To sum it up.
Dumbledore: Listen to me.
Grindelwald: I don't want to hear it.
Returning to Hogwarts disappointed, Dumbledore knew he couldn't leave without Tom.
On Saturday morning, the two first arrived at the Norwegian Ministry of Magic in Oslo, met up with representatives from the International Federation of Witches and the Ministries of Magic of various countries, and then headed to Durmstrang together.
I have gout and the painkillers haven't worked for me yet. This chapter is a little late, but I will make up for the missing words in the next chapter.
Now I really don't eat beef.
Chapter 372: Who Is Suing Me? Dumbledore, Let's Sign a Blood Pact.
"Albus, Riddle." Babajid greeted the two with a haggard look.
In early January, Tom met Babajid for the first time because of a conflict with Robert Graves. Although he was a little overwhelmed by Grindelwald's problem at that time, his aura and the courage to control the situation were still there.
But now... he's just an ordinary old black man who is about to die.
Does this old man have many demon servants in his house?
A thought completely irrelevant to the present moment flashed through Tom's mind, and he began to daydream.
Representatives from other countries greeted him politely and stood as close to Dumbledore as possible.
They were about to face Grindelwald, and only Dumbledore could give them a sense of security.
Dumbledore faced their enthusiasm and respect without any ripples on his calm face.
"Everyone, some things are better explained in advance."
"I'm certain that Grindelwald will use the hostages in his hands to make demands that you cannot accept. This is not something I can decide.
"Whether to accept or not is a question you need to consider. Please don't place too much hope on me."
The representatives' faces turned pale, but they knew that what Dumbledore said was true.
Babajid said hoarsely, "Albus, I understand, but you can't just ignore it. Otherwise, Grindelwald will definitely push his limits. You still have to be tough when you need to be."
Dumbledore nodded, and the two of them discussed some details.
Tom was also pulled over for a talk by the representatives of those countries. The implication was that they wanted him to invent a device that could resist sonic attacks. He was really frightened by Grindelwald's performance.
Tom agreed readily and guaranteed that he could provide samples in half a month.
Sonic defense is simple, but... the scream of fear is aimed at the soul, and the two have nothing to do with each other.
The representatives didn't know, but when they saw Tom agreed so readily, they all praised him as the most outstanding alchemist after Nicolas Flamel.
Half an hour later, Dumbledore and Babajid finished their discussion, and the group went to the fireplace nearest to Durmstrang via the Floo Network. Then they rode their flying bikes to the school.
At this time, Grindelwald was receiving an unexpected guest.
"Mr. Grindelwald." The man bowed slightly, looked up, and revealed a haggard face.
If Tom were here, he would have laughed and said, "Mr. Graves, it's been so long since we last met. Why are you looking so disheveled?"
That's right, the one who came to find Grindelwald was Robert Graves.
After slaughtering his own people, Robert's former power and status naturally vanished, and he became a wanted criminal in North America, with the second most wanted criminal of the International Federation of Witches being Green Xu.
But Robert was very familiar with the methods and habits of the Aurors, so he easily escaped the pursuit and fled all the way to the European continent without even knowing that he had found Durmstrang.
"Graves, what made you want to come to me?"
Grindelwald also found it a little strange. To a certain extent, Robert had walked into a trap. Of course, he didn't know the relationship between him and Tom.
But regardless of this, his act of pretending to be Percival also made him a mortal enemy of the Graves family.
Robert shook his head with a wry smile, "In the entire wizarding world, I have nowhere else to go except to join you."
"I don't see any reason to accept you," Grindelwald said casually, fiddling with his fingers. "You were once the head of security for the International Federation of Witches, and you're a vocal advocate of a hardline fight against me. Do you think I would trust you?"
"Sir, I understand your concerns, but let me explain."
Robert's expression remained unchanged. "I was indeed the most persistent advocate of resistance against you, but it wasn't for any so-called ideals, it was purely out of considerations of self-interest. Your appearance has influenced the changes in the world situation."
"And now I'm turning to you for profit. Only you can protect me and help me get revenge. Isn't this the philosophy you uphold - everything for the greater good?
Robert met Grindelwald's increasingly amused gaze calmly: "All I seek is a place to stay. My ultimate goal is to kill Tom Riddle, who has ruined my family. Sir, I can tell you all the secrets of the MACUSA and the intelligence of the International Federation of Humanity.
"In addition, I am proficient in Auror training and assessment, and can help the Saints with targeted training."
"It's really a good condition."
Grindelwald paused and said with a smile, "But the value you've demonstrated is not as great as Tom Riddle's. The tools he crafted and his talent are far beyond the reach of a homeless dog."
Robert clenched his fists, the humiliation surging like a tide madly hitting his heart. How glorious had he been in the past?
He was first a respected professor at Ilvermorny, then cooperated with the Magical Congress of North America, joined the International Confederation of Witches as a representative, and held significant power, but everything was ruined by that young brat.
Now he is what Grindelwald calls a stray dog, and even the people who sell themselves to him look down on him.
"I can wait..." Robert took a deep breath. "Riddle is Dumbledore's student after all. Dumbledore is your biggest rival. Even if we cooperate now, we will eventually become enemies in the future. When that happens, I will act as your most insane blade and stab that lawless little wizard."
"Okay... okay, okay!"
Grindelwald applauded loudly. He felt that Robert was truly a man of talent. He was clear-headed, patient, ambitious, and capable, but the only thing he lacked was luck.
It would have been fine if he had just offended Tom, but that guy has now forgotten about this unlucky guy.
So Robert ended up falling into the trap and was sent to him?
Is it necessary to die?
Grindelwald suddenly remembered a joke Tom had told him: Who in the court is suing me?
He suppressed the urge to laugh and instructed Robert, "I can take you in temporarily. When you show greater value than Tom Riddle, you will get everything you want. Go down first and find Pedri. He will arrange everything."
"Yes." Robert's excitement was beyond words and he walked out of the room.
Grindelwald composed himself. He had originally wanted to share this fun with Tom, but not long after Robert left, Vogel came in to report that Dumbledore and others had entered the surveillance range and would arrive soon.
He could only put Robert's matter aside for the time being and prepare to cooperate with Tom to complete his plan.
Half an hour later, Grindelwald met the negotiation team at the door of the conference room.
Dumbledore and Grindelwald stared at each other from a distance of ten meters. Time seemed to have stopped. The two of them just stood there and became the absolute focus of light and darkness.
In the end, it was Grindelwald who took the initiative to look away, breaking the deadlock.
He chuckled and made way, "Please come in."
Dumbledore said nothing and walked in first with a calm expression. The other representatives quickly followed. Everyone tried to keep their distance when passing by Grindelwald, not daring to look at him.
Only Tom smiled at him when he came in.
Grindelwald smiled back, but when he looked at Dumbledore's back, his eyes were filled with pity.
Although... Tom's plan didn't conflict with Dumbledore's, he just didn't want him to get in the way, but it was indeed pitiful to always be the one being kept in the dark.
At his age, he still has to run around meaninglessly every day. "I hope he can relax a little after today.
Thinking of this, Grindelwald sat down opposite Dumbledore, his eyes gradually becoming sharper.
Dumbledore noticed his change and said in a cold voice, "Grindelwald, why do you insist on Mr. Riddle being present before you talk to us?"
"Does this even require a reason?" Grindelwald asked.
Dumbledore asked, "Would you do something meaningless?"
"Well...if you insist on an explanation."
Grindelwald leaned back casually. "The negotiation between you and me requires a witness, and there aren't many qualified people in the wizarding world. Besides you, Aberforth is half a witness, the old alchemist is one, and then there's Skarsgård."
".々If I ask them to come, will you bring them?"
"It would be better to let this little guy be there. He is the future of the magic world and he should also witness the peak of the past."
Tom smiled shyly at the right moment. "Thank you, Mr. Grindelwald."
Babajid and the other representatives had puzzled expressions on their faces. They hadn't even discussed anything when they were mocked by Grindelwald in a sarcastic tone.
What do you mean by once? So, apart from the few people you named, the rest of the magical world is garbage?
But Dumbledore...believed this reason.
He had always known about Grindelwald's madness. He even strongly suspected that the people he had just ordered were not the ones he recognized. He simply wanted him to bring them over and kill them with a spell...
"Well... in that case, let Mr. Riddle be the witness."
Dumbledore cast an inquiring look at Tom, and only when Tom nodded did he say, "Grindelwald, state your terms. How can you hand over the captive to me?"
The delegation immediately became nervous and their palms were sweating.
"It's very simple," Grindelwald said casually. "The International Confederation of Wizards will be disbanded, and the Ministries of Magic of these countries will declare their allegiance to me. Then those Aurors will be able to return home safely."
"Are you...are you kidding me?"
Babajide originally wanted to say that you are dreaming, but in the end he didn't have the courage to say such an extreme thing. Scolding people seems like acting like a spoiled child.
"Don't go too far."
Dumbledore frowned. This wasn't a negotiation; it was simply asking them to surrender.
"I'm not here to listen to your dreams, and I don't have time to argue with you. If we can talk, then we can. If we can't, then I don't care."
A rare glint of ruthlessness flashed across Dumbledore's azure eyes. "(Li Zhaozhao) I don't believe you dare to kill all three hundred Aurors. How many wizarding families are behind them, and how many connections are involved?"
"If you really dare to do this, no one in the world will want to join your camp anymore.
"Dumbledore..."
It was the first time that Babajid saw Dumbledore in this state, and he was a little scared. He was really afraid that Grindelwald would go crazy and kill everyone because of the stimulation.
Tom was enjoying the fun and winked at Lao Zu to show his support.
That's right, the White Devil is not dough, how can he be without temper every day?
That's it, just with him!
"I'm afraid of you, isn't that enough?"
Grindelwald raised his hand. Although he said he was afraid, there was a smile on his face. He wanted to see Dumbledore like this. The gloomy old man was not the person he remembered at all.
"You're right. I don't dare to kill them all, but I can follow the clues to find the real culprit."
Grindelwald leaned forward slightly. "If I can convert these three hundred Aurors, will their families and friends also become potential Saints?"
Dumbledore's expression changed slightly.
This was indeed what he was most worried about. The longer they were detained, the greater the variables that would appear. If they were released after more than half a year, perhaps more than half of the people there would become undercover agents.
Seeing his panic, Grindelwald finally satisfied and bared his fangs.
"My request is very simple. As long as you, Albus Dumbledore, sign a blood pact with me, I will hand him over today."
Chapter 373 We Are the Remnants of the Old Times, Tom's Fangs
Blood Oath
Hearing this word that had not been in his ears for a long time, Dumbledore fell into a trance.
Blood alliance is an extremely ancient magic. It uses the blood of both parties as a medium to construct an unbreakable oath to prevent both parties from breaking their promise. Even having such a thought will be punished.
In their youth, Grindelwald and Dumbledore formed a blood pact to prevent anyone from betraying their passion and ideals at the time, so as to prevent them from standing on opposite sides in the future.
This is not just a kind of contract magic, but also a symbol of the two people's confidence.
In each other's hearts, no one in this world can stop them except each other.
As it turned out, they were right.
Not only did some of them betray the great cause of reviving the wizarding world and overturning the Statute of Secrecy, but it also proved that no one except Dumbledore could stop Grindelwald.
When the alliance had not yet been dissolved, except for Newt who could cause some trouble to Grindelwald, the others were manipulated at will like puppets.
Grindelwald almost got elected as the president of the International Confederation of Wizards and used official power to promote the war between wizards and Muggles.
Unfortunately... a shameless Niffler stole the blood alliance, but even so, Dumbledore's magical knowledge and strength could not break the bondage.
In the end, it was a coincidence. Dumbledore wanted to protect Graydon, and Grindelwald wanted to kill Graydon. Both of them had no intention of hurting each other, but the magic collided violently, and with the external influence of Aberforth, the blood alliance was reluctantly broken.
And now... Grindelwald actually wants to sign a blood pact with him?
While Dumbledore was lost in thought, the other representatives, including Babajid, all looked bewildered.
What is Blood Alliance?
Tom kindly explained the purpose and effects of the Blood Pact to the others.
After listening, Babajid's expression became serious.
He said to Dumbledore in a solemn voice, "Albus, you can't agree to this.
After signing the Blood Pact, you won't be able to take action against Grindelwald, while he can deal with ordinary wizards with impunity.
"I understand." Dumbledore was silent for a moment and then said softly.
"Oh."
Grindelwald chuckled mockingly, his eyes revealing undisguised contempt.
"That's why I hate you bunch of useless people who just sit there doing nothing but eating. You can't even understand what people are saying."
"Wasn't what Riddle just said clear? The so-called blood pact, besides not harming each other, can also add other contractual conditions. You only remember this one clause in your mind, worried that Dumbledore won't be able to protect you, right?"
Babajid's old face flushed red, but he was a black man so he couldn't see it. The other representatives lowered their heads in shame, because they really thought so. If Dumbledore was banned, the current wizarding world would just have to wait for death.
Dumbledore resolved their awkwardness, "Grindelwald, what kind of blood pact do you wish to make with me?"
"It's simple..." Grindelwald tapped his fingers lightly on the wooden tabletop, gazing directly into Dumbledore's dark, deep blue eyes. "Dumbledore, we are all remnants of the old days. Even if we fight to the death, what difference does it make?"
"Leaving behind a devastated wizarding world, leaving our compatriots powerless to defend themselves against Muggles?"
"Don't you realize that the wizarding world is in a state of transition?"
Grindelwald's voice was filled with deep weariness and an even stronger sense of disappointment. "Four hundred Aurors? Back then, even if a hundred Aurors gathered together, I would have avoided their presence."
"But look at how rotten it has become now. Is this what elites are?"
"So I'm here. I want to make this world always vigilant, to keep a sword hanging over the heads of these losers, and to keep moving forward."
Grindelwald's aura even infected Babajid and others. They stared at the unruly white-haired man in a daze, feeling ashamed in their hearts.
They only care about their own little piece of land, busy fighting for power and making endless Galleons, but a dark wizard is worried about the fate of the wizarding world.
"Dumbledore, the terms of the Blood Alliance are that neither you nor I shall attack wizards from the opposing faction. Everything will be up to the younger generations to fight for it on their own."
Babajid's eyes lit up and he frantically signaled Dumbledore to agree.
Is Grindelwald crazy? If the two of them, who have super-normal combat power, cannot take action, then it will return to the situation of who has more people. By then, no matter how elite the saints are, it will be useless against twice or three times the number of enemies.
But would Grindelwald be so stupid?
Of course he had strings attached.
"At the same time, let Riddle be a witness. You and I must swear an unforgivable oath. No more than five countries' ministries of magic will unite to target the Saints. Otherwise, you and I must retaliate against these countries."
Five...
Everyone was thinking in their hearts that if the five countries with the strongest average strength today were willing to pay the price, they would definitely be able to destroy Grindelwald's forces.
As for Grindelwald's subordinates, they are more than capable of defending their current territory if he does not take action, but they are unable to expand outward. At most, they can swallow up a few small neighboring countries.
Is this a fight of equal strength?
After figuring out Grindelwald's intentions, they suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.
Well, well, as long as they fight openly and secretly within the rules of the game, they can definitely use their rich experience to turn the other side into a rubbish opponent of the same level as themselves.
From the very beginning, the International Federation of Witches and many Ministries of Magic were not afraid of the saints, but only of Grindelwald himself.
Only enemies outside the rules are the most terrifying enemies.
Now that we are back to the rules, it's just a matter of having a new player at the table.
But Dumbledore still frowned (bebg). This offer was a huge loss for Grindelwald. His situation was so good right now, why would he tie his own hands?
"Do you think I have some conspiracy?"
Grindelwald flicked out a piece of golden parchment and placed it in front of Dumbledore. "Read it yourself. If there are any clauses you think are traps, feel free to speak up."
Babajid came over and examined it with Dumbledore. Later, dozens of people gathered around a piece of parchment to look at it, and Tom was squeezed out. [He made eye contact with Grindelwald.
"I'll tell you something interesting later."
The boy raised his eyebrows. "What's so fun?"
Grindelwald smiled but said nothing.
Soon, the contents of the contract were thoroughly studied and no traps were found.
"Dumbledore, what do you think?" Babajid asked.
Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "My opinion is not important. What is important is the opinion of the International Federation of Witches, which you represent, and the rest of the Ministry of Magic."
"I need to ask the minister for instructions." said a director of the cooperation department, and others responded.
"You have plenty of time to think..." Grindelwald tapped the table, and the room opened automatically. "Next door is a vacant office, Dumbledore, would you like to have lunch together?"
"Forget it." Dumbledore refused immediately.
Grindelwald turned back to Tom. "And yours, Riddle?"
"Of course." Tom rubbed his stomach. "I didn't eat much this morning." Then he followed Grindelwald out of the meeting room.
Now it was Dumbledore's turn to be dumbfounded. Would he dare to leave Tom and Grindelwald alone together?
Helpless Old Deng could only keep up, and the two people walking in front were almost laughing crazy in the study space.
Dumbledore was very nervous during the meal. Fortunately, Grindelwald did not talk about any sensitive topics. He just asked about the situation at Hogwarts and made some sarcastic remarks about Dumbledore's teaching level.
"You can't even find a decent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. You're really going backwards."
Dumbledore couldn't respond to this, but Grindelwald reminded him.
He had forgotten about Voldemort recently, and didn't know where the ghost had gone. As for Bella and Lockhart who had escaped from prison, he couldn't even think of them.
An hour later, the three returned to the conference room.
Babajid said, "Grindelwald, we agree to your terms and will also declare you pardoned by the International Federation of Witches. As long as you remain safe and sound, you can raise your children and live out your days in peace."
"Oh---!"
Grindelwald sneered. "Do I need your pardon? Do you have the guts to recapture me now?"
"You!" Babajide wanted to overturn the table.
We're about to have peace talks, can't you give us a way out?
Ignoring his embarrassment, Grindelwald continued, "You agreed, but I have one condition.
"You want to go back on your word?" The representatives were shocked and angry.
"Of course not, it's just an extra small condition."
Grindelwald raised a finger. "Since the war has been temporarily suspended, you should also lift the economic blockade on Berlin. My men will naturally have the right to travel around the world. Of course, other divisions are also welcome to come to my country."
"But I don't believe the International Federation of Witches has any control over the Ministry of Magic. How can you guarantee the safety of my men? You must give me an explanation."
"XX..."
A group of people looked at each other in confusion. These conditions... weren't excessive.
Not to mention that Grindelwald was worried, they were also worried about the safety of their own wizards in Germany and Austria.
But if they were asked to come up with a solution, they really couldn't come up with one right away.
"I have an idea."
Tom, who had been slacking off and watching the show the whole time, yawned. After waiting for so long, it was finally his turn.
Swish——!
Everyone's eyes were on him, and Dumbledore couldn't help asking, "Tom, do you have any suggestions?"
Chapter 374: Wizard Guild, The World's Ultimate Mission!
"Since everything has already stopped, there's no need to make any distinctions."
Tom smiled and said, "We are all wizards. Saints are just a part of wizards. If we go through the normal procedures and get permission to travel abroad, we can go anywhere."
Grindelwald nodded, and the other representatives had no objection.
No one wants to continue the turmoil. Only when normal order is restored can everyone live happily.
Only Babajid was upset. Whether it was Grindelwald or these judges, they all thought that the International Federation of Witches had no deterrent power at all?
This simply negates his decades of hard work. Since becoming president, Babajide has been committed to expanding the influence of the International Federation of Ummahs and building an order that all countries must abide by.
Looking back now...it's really a joke. No one takes them seriously at all.
But after a brief period of discomfort, Babajide felt relieved again. What's the use of thinking about those things? Anyway, he is about to resign, and the subsequent crisis of trust will be left to the next person to solve. He can't struggle any longer.
It's more comfortable to go back to my hometown and be a plantation owner.
"Gentlemen, I think it's too cumbersome to handle everything on a national basis, so... the emergence of a Kangjian organization is very important."
Tom smiled shyly. "What a coincidence! To ensure smoother distribution of my products and to provide convenience to wizards, I've been thinking about this issue lately."
"I plan to establish a wizarding guild. Regardless of background or affiliation, as long as you are a member of the wizarding guild, you will enjoy the most basic rights and can travel unimpeded to other countries with a Ministry of Magic that is also a member of the guild."
"Isn't this the best opportunity? You don't need to differentiate between members of the Wizards Guild, regardless of their status as saints. As long as they don't break the law, you can treat them all the same, just as ordinary wizards, right?"
Dumbledore looked at Tom in disbelief.
What does he want to do? To compete with the International Federation of Witches for power? To compete for status?
The other representatives had the same idea, and their eyes turned towards Tom differently.
This guy is too ambitious. You're still in school, and you want to expand into other countries?
"interesting..."
In this eerie atmosphere, Grindelwald suddenly laughed. "Riddle, no wonder I was drawn to you at first sight.
It's a good idea indeed.
Instead of letting the International Federation of Wizards lord it over you and me, why not create your own organization, just like my Saints and your Wizards Guild?"
"Okay, I agree." Grindelwald looked at the others' grim expressions and raised his eyebrows slightly at Dumbledore. "Riddle, I will allow all the Saints and wizards in these countries to join your Wizarding Guild."
"How about setting up your guild's headquarters in Berlin? I can help you promote it, and then you can just give me the title of Honorary President."
"There's an Eastern idiom: 'The cuckoo takes over the magpie's nest.'" Dumbledore put his hand on Tom's shoulder. "Tom, please be wary of any sudden kindness. There must be ulterior motives behind it."
"Professor, do you mean that Grindelwald wants to take over my Wizarding Guild?" Tom asked directly.
Dumbledore was noncommittal. "Who knows?"
"Dumbledore, don't think too badly of me." Grindelwald said unhappily, "I wouldn't even rummage through a child's belongings.
"Maybe you didn't in the past, but now, I can't see through you."
Dumbledore didn't dwell on him too much. What mattered most now was Tom's opinion. "Tom, your suggestion is good. A private exchange organization does have a lot of potential. But you're still a student. Do you really have enough energy to manage all that?"
"There's no shortage of people looking for jobs in the wizarding world," Tom said with a smile. "I've already spoken with Madam Greengrass. She can provide quite a bit of manpower. I'll recruit a few more employees to maintain basic operations."
Dumbledore sighed. "It seems you have indeed been thinking about this for a long time."
He now felt an indescribable strangeness in his heart, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't find any problems.
That's why I feel uncomfortable.
But now he couldn't think of a better way to make both sides compromise. Tom's proposal was indeed the best solution, making the Wizarding Guild a buffer zone between the two sides.
"I agree with your idea, but can we go back and talk about the specific details?" Dumbledore said.
Tom nodded in agreement, and the other representatives had nothing to say. Since the agreement had not been signed yet, they were still the weaker party and had no say.
Next, everyone else was "asked" to leave, leaving only Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Tom as a witness in the room.
He first witnessed the birth of the Blood Alliance.
The blood of the two people entangled and merged in the air, and finally an exquisite silver object flew out of Grindelwald's pocket. Dumbledore's pupils suddenly contracted.
This blood alliance container is exactly the same as the previous one.
The blood solidified and was embedded in the center of the silver, like a ruby embedded in it.
The magic was completed and the Blood Alliance fell from the sky.
Grindelwald grabbed it and looked directly into Dumbledore's still dazed blue eyes. "Albus, will you let Scamander steal this time?"
Tom's expression was distorted, and he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.
Old Ge understands the sarcasm and must tell Uncle Newt about what happened today to scare him.
Dumbledore avoided Grindelwald's sharp gaze and did not answer his question. He just said softly, "Sign the Unbreakable Vow. The others are still waiting outside.
Grindelwald snorted and held out his hand to Dumbledore.
The two men held hands together, and Tom took out his wand.
The red flame wrapped around their arms, but did not cause any harm.
As Tom finished reading the content of the unbreakable experiment, the flame completely penetrated their arms, and fiery red lines flashed at the same time, and then disappeared.
The oath is fulfilled. Anyone who violates the contract will be burned by the flames. Even the King of the Century cannot escape the fate of being burned to ashes. ...***.....
But Grindelwald was not afraid. Once the research on Tom's physical possession was completed, he could burn his body at will.
Dumbledore's expression was serious.
All the contracts were meant to safeguard the current stability. Grindelwald had made many concessions, but he was afraid that someone might lose their mind and launch another sneak attack against Grindelwald, or that multiple countries might unite to besiege the Saint.
In that case, he would have to completely side with Grindelwald and fight against the whole world.
The others were also invited in. When they learned that everything was normal, they all showed joy on their faces and immediately asked to take the prisoners away.
Grindelwald was too lazy to pay attention to them. He called Rosier over and asked him to take Babajid and others to pick up the people.
"Riddle, when will your purchasing guild be ready?"
"Give me a month." Tom had already started preparing recently. If he really wanted to speed up, he could open more than ten branches within a week, but in order to prevent Dumbledore from getting more suspicious, he slowed down the progress.
Tom knew that Dumbledore was no fool and must have had doubts about everything that happened today, but he could just have doubts. He couldn't find any evidence anyway, and Dumbledore hadn't done anything shameful.
It's just a matter of wanting to control the world, what's the big deal?
"If you need anything, you can come to me. I'll give you people and money."
After giving Dumbledore another stern look, Grindelwald even pointed his finger at him, "Albus, I heard you're hosting a dueling tournament for underage wizards. I've only been the headmaster for a few days, so I'll sign those little guys up."
Dumbledore shook his head. "As you wish, come whenever you like."
It is impossible to expect Grindelwald to behave himself. As long as the current situation can be maintained, he will be satisfied. The two will definitely communicate frequently in the future.
Seems... not bad?
Of the 316 Aurors, except for the 18 who were killed by Tom at the beginning because he didn't control his strength well, the others were still alive and had not suffered any abuse. They looked like they were on vacation for a few days, which made everyone feel relieved.
Only eighteen people died. Although this number is not low, it is considered a blessing compared to the death of more than three hundred people.
Dumbledore originally wanted to take Tom away early, but was begged to escort them back to the Norwegian Ministry of Magic. So when Tom returned to Hogwarts, the wonderful weekend had been completely wasted and it was already late at night.
But Tom didn't seem unhappy at all. After reporting his safety to the little witches, Nico and others, he couldn't wait to open the system interface.
A new task prompt flashed, attracting his attention.
Tom used his mind to click on the mission details.
Generally speaking, intermediate tasks have blue borders, advanced tasks have purple borders, and special tasks that can obtain legendary rewards have gold borders.
But this time, the new mission Tom received was different from any other one, emitting colorful light.
[The ultimate mission of the world: great unification!]