Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

　　 "Oh, yes, and that girl—"

　　 In the small tower room, Grindelwald nodded with a smile.

　　 Boom!

　　 Before everyone recovered, a scarlet curse rubbed the edge of Dumbledore’s wizard hat and hit the bluestone wall behind.

　　 "So... are you threatening me? Albus-Dumbledore!"

　　 Unbelievably powerful magic power unbridled in this narrow space.

　　 Like a dragon awakened in a dream, the air flow was blocked for an instant.

　　 Cornelius Fudge and others subconsciously drew out their wands and used all the protective magic they knew.

　　 But the sense of oppression continued to rise, without any stagnation.

　　—This is not magic, it's just pure coercion, the purest suppressing power that comes from powerful magic.

　　 Grindelwald slowly stood up from the wooden bed, holding a sword-like birch wand in his hand.

　　 And right in front of the tip of the staff, Dumbledore gently raised his hand, easily dispelling the oncoming waves of mana.

　　He didn't draw out his wand, even if Grindelwald's malice was almost condensed into substance, the old man still had that unchanging gentle look.

　　 "No, of course this is not a threat, Gellert—"

　　 Dumbledore said calmly, "I just remind you that the kid is only eleven years old, and you are almost 110 years old..."

　　 "You are destined to not be able to accompany her to grow up for a long time. If you really care...even if there is only a trace, then you have to take this into account—"

　　 "Maybe your ‘Ukraine Party’ can be taken care of by the side, but as the principal of Hogwarts, I still suggest that you better consider the magic government, although you have refused once before..."

　　 "What to consider... consider how to help you stabilize the situation so as not to be driven out of the office by panicked people?"

　　 Grindelwald snorted, glanced casually at the wizards behind Dumbledore, and whispered playfully.

"Magic government? This is not an immutable objective thing. The government is based on people, and people-gentlemen present, how much time is left in your term? Especially after the dark wizard forcibly broke into the Ministry of Magic, How much time do you have left? If you want to use'time' as a bargaining chip to persuade me, Dumbledore, at least you have to be on the superior side?"

　　 He paused for a few seconds, and his wand dropped again, crossing Dumbledore and looking back.

　　 "If I want to seek a magical government as the ‘guardian of the future’, why not wait more? You...are you more anxious than me?"

　　As Grindelwald's gaze swept one by one, the expressions of the officials standing behind Dumbledore became a little uncontrollable.

　　 Just as the old devil said, the first edition of the magic newspapers of various countries has been sent out.

　　 The dilapidated, ruined Hall of the Ministry of Magic is the most intuitive threat. What they lack the most now is the time to solve them and the way to alleviate them.

Just when a group of Ministry of Magic officials thought that the negotiations were deadlocked and could only wait for the "second plan" proposed by Dumbledore, Grindelwald once again said: "Of course, your suggestion makes some sense, I I really have to think about it in the longer term—"

　　 "I understand what you want, I can promise. It's just..."

　　 Grindelwald grinned, rubbed his wand lightly in his hand, and continued without hurried.

　　 "The Destiny Group of Paracelsus, have you heard of it?"

"Since he'reluctantly' adopted Elena on my behalf, then find a time to hand over the property rights, assets, etc.-anyway, that's an immortal guy, as to what assets and company. …These must not have much effect on Mr. Paracelsus. Moreover, even if Elena inherits the Destiny Group, it will not prevent him from continuing to conduct alchemy research."

　　 "The magic government assists in the implementation of some simple and just legal notarizations, shouldn't this be a particularly complicated and excessive requirement?"

　　 Grindelwald looked at Cornelius Fudge and the others, and asked carefully, looking like a good old man who abided by the law for a lifetime.

Gu </span>　　 "Grindelwald, Paracelsus has made concessions many times. If you continue to press on—"

　　 Dumbledore's face changed involuntarily, and he frowned heavily, preparing to refute something.

　　 "Ah, if I say yes, how are you going to deal with ‘that person’?"

　　 At this moment, Cornelius Fudge gave a light cough, seemingly inadvertently, and actively followed Grindelwald's words to continue asking.

　　 "You should know what Horcrux is? "That person" is now a monster that cannot be killed. Do you have any solution?"

　　 "Can't be killed? No, no, no—"

　　 The corners of Grindelwald's mouth were raised, his skinny fingers shook, and a touch of evil pleasure flashed in his eyes.

"You can say that you can't kill for the time being, or you can't kill it completely for the time being-but there is absolutely nothing in the world that can't be killed. Let me tell you an introductory knowledge about black magic: as long as it is moving and thinking If you are killed, you will die."

　　 "My solution is very simple—"

　　 "Find that guy and kill him cleanly, that's it."

　　 "Uh-the problem is that he will be resurrected..." The Swiss Minister of Magic swallowed.

　　 "Then I will wait for him to be resurrected, find him, and kill him again." Grindelwald said without hesitation.

　　 "But he can always be resurrected..."

　　 "Then keep killing." Grindelwald nodded with a smile.

　　 He pulled out his ears impatiently, raised his hand to stop the meaningless question and answer, and said softly with a smile.

"I understand the principle and mode of operation of Horcruxes. Resurrection may not lose much power, but at least it will never become stronger—and the number of times his resurrection is limited to the number of Horcruxes. How many Horcruxes he has, we Kill him how many times, until all the Horcruxes are exhausted."

"but…"

　　 "At least during your tenure, how many times he will be resurrected, I will kill him as many times. UU reading www.uukanshu.com as many as ten years later? Hey—"

　　 "Then, how sure are you to win, well, I mean..."

　　 French Minister of Magic Castel pondered for a moment, and asked thoughtfully.

　　 "...Kill that dark wizard?"

　　 "50%, after all, he still has a certain chance to run away, but—"

Grindelwald smiled and added, "If you add Mr. Dumbledore and... well, Newt Scamander's little pets, the probability should be 100%-if this fails, then I suggest that it is better to surrender early, what do you think?"

　　 "Of course, before that, that deal..."

　　 "Deal! We can find a way to persuade Mr. Paracelsus."

　　 The Austrian Minister of Magic suddenly spoke, and he exchanged glances with the officials around him.

　　 "But there is a condition, at least after you successfully kill Voldemort once, this transaction will officially begin to be fulfilled."

"no problem-"

　　 Grindelwald smiled unpredictably, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

　　 "Don't worry, if all goes well, you will soon see his body..."

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