In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Just as the Wu Ping Line's battlefield in Britain was launching an offensive against the British Ministry of Magic in full swing.

As their backbone, Dumbledore did not appear in England, nor did he stay in France.

In Durmstrang's principal's office, the fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, so that there was no coldness in winter.

Grindelwald was looking at the school's Christmas pre-order list for this year, and did not pay attention to the old man sitting on the sofa chair opposite, who came uninvited.

"Why haven't I heard during this time that you are in trouble with the MACUSA? Didn't the young man from the Graves family come to Northern Europe after the Triwizard Tournament?"

As Dumbledore spoke, he pointed his wand at the bookcase by the wall. The door under the bookcase opened, and two boxes of biscuits flew out, and then landed on the coffee table in front of him.

Grindelwald raised his head and glanced at him, looking at him as if he were sitting in his own office, without the slightest hint of politeness.

Facing his gaze, Dumbledore just ate a biscuit and responded with a crisp "click" sound.

"Of course he came." Grindelwald returned his attention to the pre-order form and signed his name on it. "Not only did he come, he also followed my people, but later he met Jon , I don’t know what Jon said to him, but he returned directly to MACUSA. According to my intelligence, he has not appeared in Europe since then."

After hearing his words, Dumbledore blinked and suddenly said coldly.

"I must have followed your people to England. You made a pretty good deal with Severus."

Grindelwald put down the quill in his hand.

"Did Jon tell you?"

"He has never mentioned much about you to me. It's just that the cooperation between Severus and I is deeper than you think."

"This is indeed your strength." Grindelwald said unequivocally, but it was hard to tell whether his words were in agreement or ridicule. "Don't you always have some understanding of my affairs?"

Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something while eating the biscuit.

"Do you still remember the last things I talked about before you came out when I went to Nurmengard?"

"Are you referring to the time when I saw you being kicked out of school and laughed at how embarrassed you were?"

Dumbledore spread his hands.

"If you think this is the case, then of course I have no objection. But what I want to say is that as long as what you said to me is true and the promise you made is not forgotten, then you can do whatever you want. If you want to do it, I won’t stop you in any way, and of course, I won’t be able to help you much.”

Grindelwald leaned back in his chair and said calmly.

"The blood oaths that have been made can be broken. Are you willing to believe in a few promises that have no guarantees and are empty words?"

"We are all so old, and sometimes people of this age can say more than what a blood oath can guarantee."

Dumbledore laughed and took a sip of black tea.

"So, you have been thinking about it for so long. Have you considered what I said when I first came here?"

The movements of Grindelwald's hands paused. He no longer had the tone that always sounded like he was mocking someone, and he just looked at Dumbledore deeply.

"Sometimes, I just can't understand what you're thinking, Albus."

"The biggest difference between people is reflected in their thoughts. It's normal to not understand what others think. You are not a born Legilimency, and I will not let go of my Occlumency on you."

Dumbledore responded to his gaze seriously.

"I have arranged everything, so in fact, in my initial conception, you would agree to this condition."

"What if I say no?"

"Don't forget that Jon is still here. When the time comes to face him, will you still refuse?"

"Do you really think I have such high hopes for him? What if I reject him too?"

The principal's office fell silent, and Dumbledore wiped the cookie crumbs from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief.

"Then I can only choose to believe Jon."

Grindelwald shook his head.

"Jon Green has always trusted you. He thinks that no matter what decision you make, you will definitely be right, but you have put too many things into him. Is this the trust you give him back? You people It's always like this, and you like to impose a lot of things on yourself that you don't need to shoulder. So what if this time you really succeed as you thought? You can live forever and save the magical world for the rest of your life. ?Will someone like Voldemort appear again in the future? None of you can guarantee it, but you still paid too much to save the simple people and things in front of you. This is also the point that I am most dissatisfied with Jon. , He is very similar to you in some aspects, although he is not that stubborn."

Dumbledore said softly.

"It's just that you don't like it. When you really become a successful person, then you can make decisions about what Jon should do in the future."

"Is this really the only way to think of it?" Grindelwald frowned, as if he still couldn't accept some of Dumbledore's words.

"It's not that I can only think of this way, but this is the only possibility now."

"But even after you confirm this possibility? Who will deal with him? Jon now? He has great potential, but whether the potential can be turned into strength depends on the future. He is not qualified now."

Dumbledore's expression completely calmed down.

"The situation before us is like this. It's like trying to eat a chocolate jumping frog. No one will put it directly into their mouth without removing the outer packaging. Some things need to be done step by step, and now This step is to remove its outer packaging, and if I’m lucky, I might be able to take a bite. But if I keep waiting, it may be endless. I don’t know when it will be.”

Grindelwald fell silent. He didn't know whether he was persuaded by Dumbledore or whether he had no idea of ​​answering.

After this silence lasted for a long time, he spoke.

"This is my last favor for you."

Facing Jon's fear now, Aegina and the others were not surprised.

The prestige that Voldemort spent more than twenty years building up among purebloods cannot be broken in a few words or in a short period of time.

Fortunately, they have another master to choose from. If Voldemort had only one master from beginning to end, and with his current personality change, it is estimated that few of them would dare to engage in such private activities that are completely tantamount to betrayal. .

"I think your family should be able to tell whether the gentleman in Britain now is the great man who led us through these glorious 10 years."

Hunter said while staring into Jon's eyes, as if he wanted to see all of Jon's inner struggles.

"Of course we must be loyal, but loyalty cannot be blind. The person who rules the entire UK has obviously changed now. He just has the same appearance and the same name as the original master, but they are actually two different people."

Jon's face turned pale, and he looked around nervously. It seemed that talking about such a topic in such a place made him very uneasy.

"Then what? This is what you have been hiding from me all this time? What if you discover the master's transformation? Do you know why he became like this, and can you find the real master? "

After hearing Jon's repeated questions, the three Hunters looked at each other, and then they all showed a smile.

"How do you know we haven't found the real owner?"

Hearing their words, Jon's face seemed to freeze. Suddenly his eyes widened, as if he thought of something, he looked at the three people standing in front of him.

"Is that why you guys stick together? That's why you avoid the master's sight and get together!"

"We did not avoid the sight of our master. The madman now is not our master. We have always had only one master, and that is the one we are loyal to."

Bartó lowered his voice and stared at Jon seriously.

"Now that we've told you all this, Spike, that means we want to bring you with us. How many purebloods do you think don't know this? Those who are wavering and pedantic end up just They will be abandoned by the new era, and only the truly determined can gain greater power."

Jon swallowed, as if he hadn't yet reacted to the news.

"But now we are engaged in a war, facing the internal friction of the war, is this really appropriate?"

"Only those with shallow eyes will stare at the battlefield of ordinary wizards, Spike." Aegina said, "Why have we won such a big victory before, and can the noble status of pure blood be truly consolidated? It's because of us. Is it enough to fight? Of course not, it’s just because we are united with the master. As long as the master can keep winning, then of course we can keep winning. Similarly, if the master loses, then what we have now But everything was in vain."

Henry then tries to break through Jon's psychological defenses.

"You should have heard about how those people on the wizarding front treat pure bloods, right? They used the same gallows that Muggles use to treat death row prisoners! If you think about it again, why did the situation of the war change? The reason why we are like this now is because the master suffered two consecutive defeats in the duel with Dumbledore! And are these losses really caused by the master who led us? These are all the fault of the madman who is now in power! If we continue to follow them, none of us will end up well, so the more we get to now, the more we must make the right choice!"

Jon fell silent as if he was completely moved by his words.

Of course, Batlló needs to strike while the iron is hot at a time like this.

"Didn't you notice that apart from the Parkinson family, there are no other old-school pure-blood families among us? We all know that the Ollivander family is different from other families. You are not a group of old antiques who don't know how to adapt, so Spike , we want to drag you to join us. This is a rare opportunity, especially now that the Lestrange family has been destroyed, the things they have vacated will always need to be divided, so what should we do? Who should we share it with? Of course it is us who are truly loyal to our master!"

His words seemed to completely move Jon.

Jon raised his head and looked at the three of them with what they thought were sincere eyes, but he did not agree immediately, but took a deep breath and said.

"Can you give me some time to think about it?"

When he said such words, Aina and the others already knew that this matter was inseparable.

No matter how much they talk about it, as a pure-blood with a brain, it is impossible to agree to the matter on the spot, because Jon represents not only himself, but also the entire Ollivander family behind him.

But now that he has been persuaded, the so-called time left to consider is just to communicate with people in the family.

In this regard, of course the three Einas would not stop him, they just gave him a warning that was not a threat.

"It's natural that such a big thing needs to be considered, but there are some things we should say up front. If you want to tell the truth, bring this matter to the top. Believe me, none of us will suffer any consequences. The punishment will be meted out, but the person who spoke out about it will be in danger!"

Jon nodded and seriously stated that he would not report anything to anyone.

In fact, what they said is indeed correct. Even if the madman Voldemort now knows that there are so many pure bloods secretly contacting his other self, he has no way to really kill them all. If this is really the case, the entire United Kingdom will not even have the basis for bloodline rule. Unless he introduces a group of mixed bloods as pure bloods later, it will be equivalent to treating his theory of more than ten years ago as a joke.

Therefore, the only person who was dealt with in the end was probably the whistleblower.

After completing all the exchanges with them, they spent the dinner leisurely, and no one talked about work-related matters.

After the dinner was over, the guests had almost left, and only he and Jon were left in Slughorn's manor, before Jon slumped down on his chair.

"Acting is really tiring, even more tiring than fighting with people directly."

Slughorn brought him a glass of orange juice.

"So what was the result?"

"There's basically no problem. I just need to wait another three to five days to give them a definite reply."

Jon said seriously.

"But people like them will definitely not know what Voldemort is guarding the Department of Mysteries. We must also contact those who are truly trusted by Voldemort and know some inside information."

"You mean the people who stay in the Secretariat at all times?"

"That's right, because they are the only ones who are really doing things, instead of just trying to share the profits like these idiots."