Dumbledore, after all, is battle-hardened and has seen much. After a moment of inner turmoil, he managed to calm himself.
It's just a girl with the surname Grindelwald. Bearing the name Grindelwald doesn't inherently mean evil—even if she's a descendant of Gellert, what of it?
Dumbledore is always willing to give young people a chance.
It's not that he's uneasy because of the Grindelwald name being associated with "Dark Wizard," but more because it's linked to Gellert.
Even though the Blood Alliance has been severed, it's difficult for anyone to remain calm when suddenly confronted with a child who might be a descendant of a former lover (?).
However...
This name is so familiar to him, yet he can't recall where he's heard it before.
As the saying goes, it's at the tip of his tongue.
"Looks like you need to make a trip to Nimongard, Albus," Professor McGonagall said. "Just in case, I mean, what if she's related to that person..."
"You're right, Minerva." Dumbledore nodded gently. "In a few days, I'll head to Nimongard. I suspect... if she really is his descendant, they'll surely reunite during Christmas."
"Alright."
Receiving Dumbledore's response, Professor McGonagall nodded slightly and turned to leave the Headmaster's Office.
...
England, 1898.
"This is the credential of Miss Vilatia Elizabeth Emali Grindelwald from the Austria-Hungary Empire," Grindelwald stood in the hall of Gringotts, showing the fairies his credentials, "I need to withdraw some money from vault number 313."
The fairy on the other side took the credential, raised his head to carefully verify the magical signature, and after confirming it, nodded and said, "Alright, Mr. Grindelwald, follow me."
The two sat in a rail cart, speeding along briskly until they arrived at the door of vault number 313.
"Here we are, Mr. Grindelwald," the fairy teller said.
Grindelwald stood at the entrance, watching as the fairy opened the door.
What met his eyes was a dazzling array of gold.
He instinctively swallowed...
God, so many Golden Galleons?
Well, since they left a message for me to pick up money, there must be other messages left in the vault, right?
Alas...
He felt a bit melancholic.
Foolishly following that scar-headed guy, he couldn't fathom what was so great about him. Wasn't that Scarhead an Enchantress or something?
The first thing Grindelwald did upon entering was not to grab the money but to search for any clues left by his sister.
However...
He searched the whole vault but found no information left by his sister.
Grindelwald suddenly fell silent.
Ever since he could remember, his sister had always taken care of him, raising him as he grew up.
The two relied on each other, having only one another.
But since that Scarhead Enchantress appeared, everything changed, and his sister's eyes no longer contained just her little Gael; they now included that Potter!
That damn Potter!
And now, that woman actually left her little Gael behind to find that Potter at all costs! Even disappearing without any message!
Grindelwald suddenly felt betrayed, continuously...
Hmm? What's this?
Grindelwald looked down and saw a delicate little pocket watch.
Could it be a Time Converter?
He bent down, picking up the watch with the last shred of hope.
But when he opened the watch, inside it was a photograph of that Scarhead, smiling at him as if mocking him for being a pitiable fool abandoned by his sister.
Grindelwald broke down.
He let out an angry shout and smashed the pocket watch on the ground.
The watch shattered in response, just like his young, tender heart.
He once again lifted his head to look at that mountain of Golden Galleons.
This time, it wasn't admiration for his sister's financial prowess but resentment toward the Scarhead Enchantress.
And, unwilling to admit it, resentment towards his sister.
Golden Galleons...
His sister only instructed him to take a hundred thousand Galleons, but looking at this vault, there must be millions of Galleons!
Ah... Al said we would fight for the greater good, and it seems this money will be our initial funding...
He picked up the money bag with the Traceless Stretching Spell, endlessly filling it with money.
"Mr. Grindelwald!" the fairy teller screamed. "Miss Grindelwald only allowed you to take a hundred thousand..."
"Imperio (Soul Emergence)!" Grindelwald snapped his fingers.
He lowered his head, continuing to collect the Golden Galleons in front of him, along with various antiques and treasures...
"Oh, this Star Moon Robe is so beautiful..." Grindelwald noticed the Star Moon Robe hanging on the wall, seemingly enchanted to repel dust, "Ha... looks like it was bought by my sister for that dreadful Scarhead Enchantress."
He thought maliciously, wondering "what exactly made my sister so fond of you, that damned Scarhead Enchantress," and casually stuffed the robe into the money bag.
"Too bad... my sister can't see it now." He murmured softly, his expression a bit forlorn, as he continued to sweep the treasure.
But just as he was pocketing all the Golden Galleons, he suddenly saw his sister sitting in the farthest corner of the vault, looking down at him from above.
"My dear Gael, is this what you're looking for?"
His sister was holding up a silver crown symbolizing status, her expression playful.
"Sis?"
The money bag in Grindelwald's hand slipped and fell to the ground with a thud.
The antiques on both sides suddenly came to life, transforming into two armored knights, pressing him down on the ground from both sides.