Chapter 481
Drmstrang did not have a peaceful semester this term.
Karkaroff mysteriously disappeared during the summer vacation, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.
It was not until a month after the start of the school that the school reluctantly announced the removal of his position as principal, and appointed the former vice-principal, who was also the professor of dark magic in their school, as the principal.
Unlike Hogwarts, the students of this school are all pure-blooded descendants from all over Europe, and their attitude towards dark magic is also very ambiguous.
They do not prohibit students from studying dark magic, but only impose certain restrictions on it.
And after students come to the fifth grade, the school also specially sets up dark magic courses so that they can better learn and master dark magic.
Drmstrang advocates power first. At the beginning, Karkaroff defeated the previous principal and succeeded in taking office by relying on the scraps of dark magic he learned from Voldemort.
Although the new headmaster was considered a powerful professor, he did not have Karkaroff's ruthless methods and prestige built up over the years, so his position as headmaster was not stable.
He often quarreled with other professors in the school.
Until Grindelwald escaped from prison, which shocked Europe.
As the hardest hit area of the wizard war, how many pure-blooded young wizards who went to school in Durmstrang had no ancestors with Grindelwald?
Generally speaking, there are two types of such relationships.
The first type is those whose ancestors followed Grindelwald.
The next day, they were chased and beaten by the group whose ancestors followed Grindelwald.
The number of the second type is still larger, after all, the number of saints was at a disadvantage.
Originally, after several decades, the hatred of the past also disappeared.
But since Grindelwald left Nurmengard, his stories have been circulated again, and the students in Durmstrang have been divided into two camps.
The radical students spontaneously supported him and became his new generation of followers, while the descendants of wizards who had been hurt by the saints began to recall the hatred in their hearts.
The school was once tense, and even the professors tried to persuade them, but they could not stop the spread of this atmosphere.
Finally, on a quiet night.
Grindelwald came in person.
The castle of Durmstrang is hidden in the snow-capped mountains in the north. Except for the students of this school, no one else knows the exact location of the castle.
Fortunately, although he was expelled that year, he lived here for a few years anyway, so Grindelwald could still find a place.
He had countless ways to sneak into the castle, but he chose the most upright and arrogant way - breaking in.
A ball of fire exploded in the sky, and finally gathered into the symbol of the Deathly Hallows.
Then Grindelwald began to wait. He saw that all the lights in the castle that had been extinguished were lit up. There was a chaos, and the school was suddenly wrapped in a huge blue transparent barrier.
Schools with thousands of years of heritage will have some trump cards.
Following Grindelwald, Vida Rozier tried it, but her most powerful magic could only cause a slight ripple.
"The skill of negotiation is to show strength."
Grindelwald took out his wand slowly, "Only when others have seen the power you have, your words and deeds, will they think and pay attention to it."
A purple light was brewing at the tip of the wand. In just a few seconds, the light surged to a level comparable to the protective shield.
Grindelwald waved his hand casually, and the purple light rushed into the sky, turned into lightning, and struck down with a bang.
Boom!
The first thunder fell, and the protective shield trembled violently. Cracks appeared on the semicircular shield, and screams and panic shouts from the school were heard.
Crack!
The second thunderbolt followed closely behind, and the protective shield that had already endured a huge blow was shattered. The dots of fluorescence drifted away like fireflies and finally disappeared into thin air.
With two thunderbolts, Grindelwald's goal was achieved.
He told the teachers and students of Durmstrang what power is and what the Dark Lord is.
Until he led people into the auditorium, no one in the audience stood up to stop him.
"Who is the principal?" Grindelwald stood on the high platform at the front and asked after looking around.
"Yes, it's me..." A middle-aged wizard raised his hand tremblingly.
"Hello, Mr. Principal." Grindelwald bowed slightly, "I came here uninvited, I hope you don't mind."
The principal showed an ugly smile.
Mind?
Does he dare?
"G, Mr. Grindelwald, you don't need to make such a big fuss next time you come. Just let me know."
Thinking of how many precious materials would be needed to repair the broken protective barrier, the principal felt a pang of pain.
"Next time?" Grindelwald stroked his chin, "Well, I will treat you well next time you come."
"Well?" The principal was stunned and didn't understand what Grindelwald meant, but it was obvious that the Dark Lord had no intention of explaining, so he waved his hand.
"Go, gather all the students here, let me see the future of the wizarding world."
At this time, the people in the auditorium were about half of the entire school. The professors of Durmstrang did not dare to disobey his orders, so they could only bite the bullet and call for people.
A quarter of an hour later, all the students arrived. They looked at Grindelwald with extremely complicated eyes. Some were ecstatic, some showed hatred, but more people were still confused and afraid.
The image of Grindelwald's two lightning bolts breaking the barrier just now has been deeply imprinted in their hearts.
If...if he wanted, he could destroy the entire school by himself.
Fortunately, the Dark Lord seemed to be in a good mood, with a smile on his face, and he had no intention of interfering with the slightly noisy auditorium.
Vida Rozier stood one step behind him with the principal.
But when he stretched out a hand, all the noise disappeared instantly.
The first generation of the Dark Lord began his first speech to outsiders since he left Nurmengard.
"A hundred years ago, I was also a member of this school, but I was expelled by the then principal Ram in the sixth grade."
"So, strictly speaking, I have to call many of you here seniors."
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Although there are very few records about Grindelwald, his experience of being expelled that year is widely known.
But because of his self-exposure of his dark history, the students' vigilance dropped a lot, and they were also curious about what the Dark Lord wanted to say.
"I used to be proud of being a student of Durmstrang." Grindelwald laughed at himself, his eyes slowly swept across the hall, and he seemed to look at everyone for a moment.
"Because this is the only school in Europe that only accepts pure-blood students. Being able to come to Durmstrang proves the purity of your bloodline and the nobility of your ancestors."
Many people proudly raised their heads and chests. Durmstrang's pure-blood theory is very similar to Slytherin, and his words just touched everyone's itch.
"But..." Grindelwald changed the subject, and his eyes were filled with disappointment.
"It was not until I came to Durmstrang that I realized I was wrong."
"My classmates were only immersed in the glory of the past, and they did not realize that the world was quietly changing."
"The self-righteous "Wizard Secrecy Statute" completely isolates wizards and Muggles, and calls it a good thing for each of them, but in fact, this is a cowardly act."
"So I am dissatisfied and angry. I think wizards should not live in the corner of the world like rats in the gutter. They should use magic wisely and be proud of their identity."
"But as you can see, I failed."
The sadness in Grindelwald's eyes made many students tremble in their hearts, and even some professors lowered their heads sadly.
"I must admit that Dumbledore is a great wizard. His achievements are not inferior to mine, and even more powerful. But I didn't just lose to him, but to the entire Muggle world."
"Their power is enough to move me. Continuing to resist stubbornly will only make me lose more compatriots and make the existence of wizards precarious."
0Seeking flowers[]
"During the decades I was imprisoned in the tower, I witnessed the rapid development of Muggle technology and the rapid expansion of their population." Grindelwald slowly spread his hands and exhaled.
White smoke condensed above the auditorium, revealing high-rise buildings, steel jungles, and airplanes flashing from time to time.
Everyone in the hall looked up, even if it was just a shadow, they could feel a strong sense of oppression.
"Dumbledore, who I once had high hopes for, has disappointed me. In the past few decades, the magic world has become less and less, and each country will only waste time behind closed doors."
"And you, you are the future of the magic world, but now you are so weak that you let a Death Eater fugitive become the headmaster."
Grindelwald asked softly: "Have you read my interview?"
After a short silence, a bold student shouted loudly: "I saw it, sir!"
Then, more people responded to him enthusiastically.
"Very good."
When Grindelwald spoke, the hall fell silent again. "In my eyes, Death Eaters are a group of cowards who are not worthy of being on the stage and can only spread fear."
"As a former alumnus, I feel deeply ashamed that such a person can become the headmaster of Durmstrang."
"After careful consideration for a while, I decided that since no one can teach you how to grow up correctly in the future, I might as well do my part."
The current headmaster widened his eyes, but Grindelwald ignored him at all. Vida Rozier's wand had unconsciously pressed against the back of the current headmaster, making him dare not say a word.
Grindelwald looked at the increasingly excited faces of the students, and he slowly opened his arms, as if hugging them.
"Wizards have been weak for too long. What I can do is to support you and spread the seeds of hope. Magic will not dry up and power will be passed on forever."
"I believe that in the future, there will be a second and third Grindelwald among you. Only then can the wizard world become completely safe, and there is no need to worry about being attacked by Muggle weapons one day."
"If possible, I am even willing to sacrifice my life to let you grow up quickly, just because..."
"Everything is for the greater good."
"And I will become great because of you!"
After a few seconds of silence, the entire auditorium burst into applause. Everyone stood up excitedly and shouted loudly.
"Principal! Principal!"
The corners of Grindelwald's lips rose again, and he took a step back and whispered in Vida Rozier's ear.
"Throw this annoying guy out."
In a blink of an eye.
The whole continent of Europe got the news. Grindelwald became the new headmaster of Durmstrang with unanimous support.
Now, the whole continent of Europe was blown up.
As Grindelwald himself said - he has grasped the future.
The descendants of these pure-blood families are like protons of ancient dynasties. Now their lives and deaths are all controlled by Grindelwald. The influence they can cause is even more terrifying than decades ago.
When Grindelwald was the most rampant, at least there was Dumbledore who made him cautious.
But now, it seems that no one can resist his pace of eroding the European continent.
Two and a half days later, Keynes, the president of the International Confederation of Wizards, came to Hogwarts with the magic ministers of France, Banya, and Austria.
Wayne, who was taking the Care of Magical Creatures class, was pulled out of the Forbidden Forest by Professor McGonagall.
Keynes said sincerely: "Mr. Lawrence, the world is in danger, we need heroes, only you, you are the only hope to deal with Grindelwald."
Wayne smiled.
"Speaker Keynes, I never think of myself as a hero, on the contrary, I think I am a qualified businessman."
"Dealing with Grindelwald? That's really a dangerous job."
"What price are you willing to pay for me to stand on your side?".