"This is the notorious dark wizard, so why haven't you seen Voldemort's card? That's because it has become a household name to a certain extent." Hermione explained slowly.
"Gellert Grindelwald, born around 1882, is considered to be one of the most powerful dark wizards ever. It wasn't until Voldemort appeared that the name Dark Lord was no longer exclusive to him." Hermione slowly said.
"There is also a saying that he is Voldemort and his successor."
"His influence has almost swept across the entire continent of Europe, but he has never involved Britain. Perhaps it can be said that he was defeated by Dumbledore before his ambition reached that level."
"He was imprisoned in Nurmengard, a prison as famous as Azkaban."
Hermione recited these materials like memorizing them.
Then her bright brown eyes looked at Harry suddenly, sizing him up uncomfortably.
"You acted like you didn't know anything about him just now, but why did you suddenly ask?"
Hermione's senses were acute.
Harry was at a loss for words, it was difficult for him to say that he was connected to Voldemort's perception again.
Hermione quickly deduced, and then her face changed drastically.
"You connected to Voldemort's mind again?" She lowered her voice and asked anxiously.
Harry nodded stiffly.
"Don't believe it, it might be Voldemort's conspiracy." Hermione frowned, admonishing.
"Also, if Grindelwald escaped from prison, why was there no report? He should still be locked up at the highest level in Nurmengard." Hermione questioned, this is the biggest loophole.
Harry didn't reveal any more information until the end, saying the word "duel", he didn't know who the object of the "duel" was in Voldemort's mouth.
"If he is really released from prison, it is very likely that he will join hands with Voldemort." Hermione scratched the needle and thread on the wooden table slowly, lost in thought.
I have to say that Hermione's prophecy ability is really good.
Maybe Professor Trelawney was wrong.
Then on Monday mornings, when all the students are having breakfast in the auditorium.
At least a hundred owls flew in from outside.
Hovering in the auditorium, looking for the delivery object.
Because Christmas is coming, many parents sent gifts in advance.
Hermione received a big package, which contained a gift prepared by Mr. and Mrs. Granger.
Her favorite set of encyclopedias.
Hagrid also sent her a gift, which was a quill pen made of tail feathers from an unknown animal. It was quite smooth and eye-catching. When writing, the tail would emit faint blue sparks, which was very handsome.
Most surprisingly, there was also a copy of the Daily Prophet.
"Have you both?" Hermione watched as Ron and Harry also pulled a newspaper from the bottom of the package.
Hermione guessed that this might be a means of promotion for them.
To be honest, Hermione didn't have a good impression of this newspaper. Rita Skeeter had distorted the facts in this newspaper and arranged a lot of her gossip.
Just out of habit, she subconsciously opened the newspaper.
A row of bold black characters came into her eyes.
"A shocking scandal at the German Ministry of Magic."
"The most feared Dark Lord ever, Grindelwald, successfully escaped from the top floor of Nurmengard. Moreover, it is said that this has been news a few months ago."
"That said, he may have regained power by now."
"We have no way of knowing his movements. In addition, we condemn the ostrich behavior of the German Ministry of Magic, blocking news and deceiving the masses."
"Overstaffing, shifting responsibility"
An Auror who did not want to be named said: "Grindelwald's strength is far less than before, he is just a bad old man, I hope everyone will not panic."
"But we don't believe this one-sided statement. There is every reason to speculate that this old man may set off another bloodbath."
"If the mysterious man joins forces with Grindelwald, what kind of disaster will it bring to the wizarding world?"
…
In short, Grindelwald is described in a large and large format on the page.
Hermione's face was a little livid, and she would rather that what she said before was all nonsense.
This is not good news for anyone.
In this way, Harry's words became more believable.
Hermione immediately turned her eyes to Harry.
After a while of whispering.
"Duel?" Hermione repeated.
This time Harry confided everything he had heard.
"Who's dueling with whom?" Hermione said to herself, gently brushing her curly brown hair, lost in thought.
While everyone was enjoying the Christmas spirit, she was not in a light mood.
Night fell quickly.
Under the deliberate relaxation, Harry now dreams of wandering the corridors almost every night, walking towards the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries, and always ends up standing longingly in front of the black door.
The black door was getting bigger and bigger, and he ran so fast that he almost bumped into it. Before he was a few steps away, he saw the faint blue light again—the door suddenly opened! He finally entered, a round room with black walls and a black floor, candles burning with blue flames, and several doors around—
Then he didn't wake up.
The scene twisted again and changed abruptly.
What caught his eyes was an ugly woman, who was sitting at an elegant desk, working at her desk.
Dolores Umbridge.
Even though this was only the second time Harry had seen this woman, he was still impressed.
In this office, decorations of vanilla and white tabby cats are hung everywhere. This kind of girly decorations are completely incompatible with this ugly woman.
"Oh, come and help me think about it, how to deal with this." Umbridge had a surprised expression on his face when he saw someone push the door open.
She spoke briskly, then handed Voldemort a roll of parchment.
A ferocious smile quickly appeared on Voldemort's face, which seemed very inconsistent with his refined and pale face.
He was pleasantly surprised.
What Umbridge was having trouble with was exactly what Voldemort was dying to know.
The location of the duel.
This is Grindelwald's gauntlet, and it is also a gauntlet against Dumbledore.
"It's better to decide what to do in the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort showed a reassuring smile.
When he met Umbridge, he used his youthful appearance, which had not been disfigured by black magic at that time, and this kind of magic similar to Disguise Magus was not difficult for him.
His appearance, inherited from his father, made people unconsciously trust him.
A handsome face is enough to make people close.
This world is so cruel.
Umbridge never seemed to care how the man got in.
"No, the two of them will tear this one down." Umbridge's thick lips quivered.
"You have to know that after you have handled this matter for Germany, your reputation will increase again. No one is your political enemy anymore, that Rufus Scrimgeour, but he still hasn't completely given up on your position. "
Voldemort amplified Umbridge's fear.
"Okay, that's the decision." Umbridge's hands trembled, but there was a smile of extreme joy on his face, as if he had been intoxicated in the fantasy of completely mastering power.
She took the quill and began to write on the parchment.
The torrents of fate began to converge like this, and few people knew where they would go. 89