I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

“I want to learn this.”

She simply likes this style.

"can."

Li Lin picked up the [Mottled Mimicry] from the dark green tabletop and shared it with Qiu Zhang. Li Lin had never had a chance to use this secret technique he had taken from the black snake, so he simply taught it to Qiu Zhang to be his test subject.

Anyway, sharing it with others doesn't consume any safe attempts.

Compared to spells, the advantage of secret teachings lies in the fact that once you master this knowledge, you can quickly put it to use.

Essentially, this is knowledge that reveals the truth of the world, much like calculus and quantum mechanics. Once you know these, you can leverage power more quickly and easily.

Almost under Hermione's watchful eye, Cho Chang's body began to rapidly change shape and transform. It was difficult to describe this swift process in words. By the time Hermione realized what was happening, Cho Chang had already transformed into a swan draped in starlight.

"so amazing."

From the swan's long neck, Qiu Zhang's excited voice rang out.

If those Animagus saw this, they would surely be filled with existential doubt.

Animagus is the highest level of the Transfiguration Charm. Unless one is born an Animagus, one must undergo years of arduous practice to achieve this.

Just minutes before, Qiu Zhang knew nothing about the system's magic.

"May I touch it?" Hermione approached the swan that Cho Chang had transformed into with curiosity, and after obtaining Cho Chang's permission, she reached out and carefully touched the feathers that were shimmering with starlight.

"Wow, that's amazing." Hermione pulled her hand back, looking at Li Lin and Cho Chang in astonishment. "Is this really not magic, or is it a dream?"

“It’s magic, it’s magic!” Li Lin said, doing the opposite of what was expected, and laughed loudly, almost making Miss Granger cry again.

"Don't cry. How about... I'll let you feel it, okay?"

Cho Chang slowly moved over, lowering her head to reveal her smooth, supple back. Hermione's feathers, covered in starlight, were quite beautiful, and she was once again drawn to her attention.

“This can’t be magic… You just mentioned magic, so are you all wizards? Like in the stories.” Hermione touched the swan’s feathers curiously.

"I think so, I received my Hogwarts acceptance letter."

Qiu Zhang looked up at Li Lin, "Thank you for teaching me magic..."

Before she could finish speaking, an unusual fluctuation enveloped her, completely enveloping her.

"Your mom's calling you for a midnight snack." Li Lin snapped his fingers, and the colorless starlight enveloped Qiu Zhang once again, sending her away.

In any case, all four of them have been temporarily marked and become Li Lin's "acquaintances," and can meet at any time in the Dreamland.

Hermione pouted; the swan she'd been chatting with had vanished.

“Fine, then you must have a way to send me back.” Miss Granger said dejectedly, plopped down on the ground, and stared at Li Lin resentfully.

"Of course there is." Li Lin stroked his chin, then suddenly had a thought, "Do you also want to learn magic?"

If someone is a genius like Hermione Granger, she should be able to learn the Unforgiven Curse very quickly, right?

Sure enough, Miss Granger, who knew nothing about the magical world, took the bait.

Li Lin pretended to think for a moment, then solemnly said, "Alright, today I will teach you a powerful spell, but you must be careful, precisely because it is powerful, it is difficult to master and extremely dangerous."

That's why they say Hermione is a natural Gryffindor. This kind of provocation didn't scare her at all; instead, it made her even more curious.

Li Lin cleared his throat, pointed a finger at Hermione's forehead, and chanted aloud, "Avada Kedavra!"

......

Under the starlight that filled the night sky, the newly appeared star on the balcony of a house in the suburbs of London had already disappeared.

It was as if it were just an illusion.

In the past, Hermione would have definitely asked her a lot of questions, but now something more interesting has caught her attention.

In the darkness of night, she raised her finger, stared at her fingertip, and spoke in an extremely soft and slow voice: "Avada Kedavra."

After a long while, just as her eyes were starting to sting, a faint green light emerged from her fingertips.

......

Neumungard, Austria.

Grindelwald got out of bed, reached out and opened the window, gazing calmly and peacefully at the now undisturbed starry sky.

A biting wind howled in from outside the window, and before me stretched rolling mountains in the darkness, with twinkling lights like stars.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on the lips of the Dark Lord.

"How are you going to stop me this time?"

Bang.

With a soft sound, Grindelwald vanished.

Apparition.

No one could imprison him; the only thing binding Grindelwald was himself.

Half an hour later, the aged gatekeeper was horrified to find that the room at the very top of Nurmengard Castle was empty, and a loud alarm sounded over Nurmengard Castle.

An hour later, the Austrian Department of Magic held an emergency meeting to discuss Grindelwald's escape!

Three hours later, the news was placed on the desks of magical leaders from various countries, including Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts.

......

The Zhang family mansion.

With their only daughter missing right before their eyes, the Zhang couple were frantic with worry. The room was now covered with yellow paper and red thread.

Mr. Zhang circled the location where Qiu Zhang disappeared, holding a peach wood sword and performing ritualistic steps. Mrs. Zhang, on the other hand, wrote talismans and chanted incantations beside him, occasionally biting her tongue and spitting out a mouthful of blood. After dozens of such bites, the couple's complexions were not very good.

Mr. Zhang's arm trembled slightly. After a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he spat out blood again into the open space, mentally contemplating the image of Qiu Zhang, and muttering incantations:

"The seven stars of the Big Dipper, their divine power reigns supreme; the Great Sage of the Heavenly Gang, his might is boundless..."

Before the incantation was finished, Qiu Zhang, transformed into a swan, appeared out of thin air, draped in starlight, and was drenched in the blood spat out by Mr. Zhang.

The swan flapped its small wings, shaking off the essence of blood that had been separated from the starlight.

Both Mr. and Mrs. Zhang stopped what they were doing and approached them with a mixture of surprise and fear.

When my daughter disappeared, she was perfectly fine. How did she suddenly turn into a swan?

"Dad, Mom!" Qiu Zhang excitedly rushed over, transforming back into human form in mid-air and throwing herself into her mother's arms.

"This is—" Mrs. Zhang was heartbroken that her daughter hadn't noticed, but Mr. Zhang's eyes widened immediately.

"Transformation, or even more so, the ability to freely transform... In the words of the magical world, it's Animagus!"

Mrs. Zhang also realized what had happened to her daughter.

They looked at each other.

Easterners always think differently from Westerners. Mr. Zhang stroked his daughter's hair, his eyes filled with joy.

"Qiu'er disappeared while worshipping the stars, but reappeared just now when I was chanting the Big Dipper Mantra, and she was covered in starlight... Could it be that Qiu'er met the Big Dipper Star Lord?!"

77 Big News Stories

Azkaban prison welcomed a group of familiar faces.

There was still a week until the Ministry of Magic's inspection, but Grindelwald's escape last night immediately put the British Ministry of Magic on high alert.

Who knows if Grindelwald might launch a surprise attack on Azkaban? Even for the sake of political achievements, the officials of the Ministry of Magic could only come to Azkaban to inspect it first, lest the prisoners get too excited.

The arrival of the Ministry of Magic significantly improved the treatment of prisoners throughout Azkaban. The Dementors roaming the island were driven away by the handwritten notes bearing the Ministry of Magic's seal. Ministry of Magic's enforcers entered the prison, cleaning away the stench and filth, and announced that lower-ranking prisoners were entitled to half an hour of exercise time. Even the higher-ranking Death Eaters received a generous breakfast.

A fried egg cooked until golden brown on one side, three slices of toast spread with a thin layer of butter, a freshly sliced ​​sausage, and a whole chocolate frog for each person.

Before they were imprisoned, this was just a simple meal that the prisoners wouldn't even glance at, but now everyone is eating it silently in small bites, as if it were some kind of delicacy.

The Ministry of Magic's strikers didn't say exactly what would happen, but everyone knew that a group of important figures were coming.

After half an hour of exercise, all the prisoners in the shallower areas returned to their cells and sat down. The slayers waved their wands and tidied their appearance. Even the prisons in the deeper areas had their air purified, making them look less gloomy.

About half an hour later, several reporters hired by the wizarding world newspaper, The Daily Prophet, arrived at Azkaban prison. When they saw the newly cleaned Azkaban prison, they smiled knowingly.

A facade of order applies everywhere; a well-organized Azkaban is always better than a chaotic place overrun by Dementors.

Several reporters used various methods to take shorthand notes in their notebooks and occasionally took photos with the strikers' permission. These manipulated magical photos would be published in the next issue of the Daily Prophet.

Five minutes later, the leader of the strikers raised his wand, signaling for everyone to remain silent.

Dozens of phantom smoke appeared in the air, crackling softly as several high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic, led by the Minister of Magic, stepped into Azkaban.

Millison Barnard, the soon-to-retire Minister of Magic, looks somewhat aged. She has done a great deal for the wizarding world over the past decade, and the turmoil in Austria on the eve of her retirement has made her feel uneasy.

The first Dark Lord has broken free of his cage, and his whereabouts are currently unknown.

Who can guarantee he won't come to England? After all, Grindelwald's only rival, Albus Dumbledore, is currently at Hogwarts.

Millicent came to Azkaban not only to ensure that the Death Eaters could not escape, but more importantly, she brought with her a pardon.

—All wizard prisoners with remaining sentences of less than three months will be released early and will serve as temporary employees of the Ministry of Magic to maintain order.

This was an extremely controversial move, and Millison herself bore a heavy risk. The Ministry of Magic had never granted such a large-scale pardon to wizard prisoners before, but Millison had her reasons.

There are too few people in the wizarding world. The official number of wizards registered in the UK is only about four thousand, and if you include those unregistered wild wizards, the number will not exceed six thousand at most.