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

Minerva McGonagall even had a brief moment of self-doubt, wondering how she could have overlooked such an extraordinary wizard.

Li Lin raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Sirius, who was suffocating in pain, and the others who remained silent.

He leaned forward slightly and waved to Qiu Zhang.

Under the shocked and worried gazes of the Zhang couple, Qiu Zhang ran over and came to Li Lin's side.

“Miss Zhang, you are destined to achieve great things.” Li Lin stood up and placed his hand on the top of her head. “You will not be a savior, but your achievements will be even more sublime than those of a savior.”

Li Lin withdrew his hand, his deep eyes fixed on Minerva McGonagall: "I will personally fund all of Miss Zhang's expenses at Hogwarts for the next seven years, and all her expenses in Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley will be waived for life."

McGonagall finally managed to ask the question: "Who are you?"

“I think you have seen everything I have created along the way.” Li Lin took a top hat from the coat rack next to him, put it on his head, and bowed slightly to McGonagall.

Sirius Black appeared just in time, quickly opened the door, and gestured for Li Lin to leave quickly, as he was about to lose control.

After watching Li Lin and Sirius leave, McGonagall could no longer suppress her doubts and turned to Ollivander, who had remained silent, asking, "Who exactly is he?"

"Him? His name is Aatrox, the creator of miracles, the new master of Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley, and the newest Hogwarts board member..."

Ollivander slowly tidied the counter, glancing up at McGonagall: "I assumed you already knew, so I didn't introduce you, Minerva."

The 94 census is coming.

It must be acknowledged that Li Lin's existence brought new prosperity to the entire magical world.

Even though this prosperity was essentially the result of exhausting all the potential of the magical world; even though an unimaginable crisis was about to arrive in less than a month or two; even though the seemingly indestructible Galleon currency system was already showing signs of collapse... at this very moment, even Sirius, who had always followed Li Lin, could not sense anything unusual.

Yes, the top students at Hogwarts don't need to study economics, and among the twenty-eight pure-blood families, only the Malfoy family, who are opportunistic, frequently deal with Galleons.

After turning the corner past the Tuofan clothing store, you'll find a high-end bar called "Walden Lake".

If the Leaky Cauldron was a gathering place for ordinary wizards to chat and have fun, and the Hog's Head in Hogsmeade was a place for dark wizards to sell stolen goods and exchange information, then this newly built pub has become a gathering place for wizards of considerable wealth.

Master Li shamelessly plagiarized the name and decoration style of the base of Reconstruction Hand. Anyway, we are in two different worlds, and I, Forget-Me-Not, am not going to rush over and beat him up.

"Mr. Aatrox."

When Li Lin and Sirius strolled into the private room, all the wizards inside stood up and bowed to Li Lin in respect.

If anyone present were knowledgeable about the history of wizarding, they would surely be astonished and exclaim in surprise: because all the wizards in the private room were rare pure-blooded individuals.

These pure-blood wizards' surnames account for almost half of the twenty-eight pure-blood families.

"Avery, Malfoy, Abbott, Lestrange, Flint, Parkinson, Shafik, Travers, Rozier, Ollivander, Selwin, McMillan..."

Sirius's gaze swept over the well-dressed pure-blood wizards, his surprise barely concealed.

Among the Twenty-Eight Purebloods, lineages are not always prosperous. After all, the inheritance of magical bloodlines is largely a matter of luck. The most obvious example is the Black family, from which he was born. Despite being known as the noblest and oldest magical family, there are still many Squibs who cannot cast magic.

In response, the Black family stripped the Squibs of their surname and property, and expelled them from the family line, thus burying their heads in the sand to maintain the purity of their bloodline.

Similarly, the Crouch family, one of the Twenty-Eight pure-blood families, did not come here. On the one hand, their entire lineage was reduced to Barty Crouch the Elder and Barty Crouch the Younger, making it almost certain that their bloodline would eventually die out. On the other hand, Barty Crouch the Elder was, after all, an official of the Ministry of Magic, and naturally, he was too embarrassed to come here.

In contrast, the Weasley family, the most populous of the twenty-eight pure-blood families and known as the "pure-blood traitors," also did not arrive.

Although the Weasley family is known as one of the Twenty-Eight Pure-Blood Families, they are not proud of this title and point out the self-deception of other Pure-Blood Families, loudly proclaiming that Pure-Blood Families actually maintain certain intermarriage relationships with Muggles.

He is considered a traitor to the Celestial Dragons in the magic world.

Of course, besides these, there are several families whose lineage has not been broken, but who are struggling to survive due to extreme poverty. They want to receive welfare benefits, but are too ashamed to attend the meeting.

After all, being a pure-blood wizard doesn't mean they're good at business. On the contrary, a considerable number of pure-blood family members, because they consider themselves of noble blood, are unwilling to work with "lowly Mudbloods," leading to the gradual decline of their family fortunes.

"Rise, my beloved subjects," Sirius Black said in a high-pitched voice, acting as a messenger eunuch.

"Mr. Aatrox, are you satisfied with the gift I have presented?"

With long, smooth, light blonde hair and a pair of signature grey-blue eyes, the handsome middle-aged man Lucius Malfoy smiled and asked Li Lin.

"You did a good job, you did a good job!" Li Lin exclaimed.

"Mr. Aatrox means that you have done a very good job and he is very satisfied." The messenger eunuch came online again.

"I'm glad you're satisfied." Lucius breathed a sigh of relief. Although offering a seat on the Hogwarts Board of Governors wasn't difficult, considering that Grindelwald might be behind Li Lin... the risk was considerable.

"Our wand fair is about to begin, and this time we will invite wand makers from eight of the eleven magic schools across four continents."

After a brief silence, the second issue was brought up.

Lucius Malfoy looked at the somewhat nervous Ollivander representative and shifted the pressure onto him, saying, "I hope you can seize this opportunity; it is also a testament to our honor."

The mere mention of the wand fair ignited the enthusiasm of all the pure-blood family representatives. After all, pure-blood families hadn't demonstrated their influence for far too long. In a magical world that was gradually aligning with the Muggle world and accepting half-blood and Muggle wizards, pure-blood families desperately craved an opportunity to reshape their power.

Even the Ministry of Magic made concessions for this wand fair.

"I understand. We'll have Garrick keep a close eye on things."

Cold sweat beaded on the forehead of the Ollivander representative. Garrick Ollivander was the most famous wand maker in the British wizarding world and the owner of Ollivander Wand Shop, but ironically, Garrick Ollivander himself was a half-blood wizard.

This also reveals the predicament of pure-blood families; the representative they've chosen is merely a half-blood wizard, which is truly...

Lucius Malfoy and the other representatives exchanged glances, each seeing a sense of helplessness in the other's eyes.

......

After leaving the bar, Li Lin and Sirius entered the Tumbler Alley.

The once dark streets, frequented by dark wizards, have been transformed by immense forces. Unlike the dreamy and lighthearted Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley has a somber and desolate style. Whether it's the newly built buildings on both sides or the thick clouds rolling in the sky, everything shows that Knockturn Alley is very different from what it used to be.

“You know what? The big one is coming.” Li Lin suddenly stopped and turned to look at Sirius.

"What?" Sirius looked at Li Lin blankly.

"It's nothing," Li Lin said, remaining silent.

"Damn it." Sirius's curiosity was piqued, and he whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "This is serious. What big thing is about to happen?"

Is Voldemort about to make a comeback, or is Grindelwald about to launch a major attack on Hogwarts?

"High-quality answer: I don't know."

Sirius is furious. You're the one who said the big one is coming, and you're also the one who said you didn't know.

If Sirius Black weren't outmatched by Li Lin, he would have already grabbed his wand and rushed up to give Master Li a good beating.

"Alright, you can go back now." Li Lin stopped in front of a narrow passageway, signaling Sirius to get lost.

"Are you sure nothing serious has happened?" Sirius, still uneasy, stared at Li Lin suspiciously.

"Hey, please believe me. After all, Oh, I'm also a guardian of the magical world, right?"

Sirius fled in disarray.

Li Lin walked through the passageway without looking back, and then light shone down, revealing a hidden world.

The room, after being enchanted with a traceless stretching spell, became spacious and bright. Sunlight streamed through the glass onto the pine wood floor. The guest sitting at the table raised his hand: "What would you like to drink?"

"Isatis root," Li Lin replied.

After a brief silence, the man snapped his fingers, and the glass on the table automatically filled with butterbeer.

"Almost got it."

The man pushed one of the butterbeers toward Li Lin.

Neither of them spoke until Li Lin started coughing.

"Cough cough..."

The man took a sip of beer, ignoring Li Lin's deliberate coughing.

"Cough cough cough cough cough spit—"

Only when Li Lin coughed and spat out a mouthful of phlegm did the man helplessly raise his hand, point at the phlegm Li Lin spat on the ground, and wipe it away.

At the same time, with a compassionate heart, he asked, "What do you want to say?"

Li Lin, who had previously looked like a tuberculosis patient, suddenly regained his spirits and spoke in a hoarse, low voice.

"The big one is coming! The big one is coming! The big one is coming! The big one is coming..."

Grindelwald, with his short, flamboyant hair, narrowed his eyes and involuntarily repeated, "The big one is coming?"

"The big one is coming!" Li Linzhen repeated.

Grindelwald took a quick breath and decided not to repeat himself on the topic. He always benefited greatly from talking to Li Lin, but Li Lin's intermittent tantrums also made the Dark Lord's heart ache.

This is an achievement that even Newt Scamander never attained.

95 Suddenly, I felt the world was vast.

Gellert Grindelwald reconnected with Li Lin three weeks ago.

Of course, he had no idea that the counterfeiter in front of him was none other than the respected magic prince and ancestor of wizards, Merlin Ambrose.

The difference between Grindelwald and Voldemort is that he listens to people, has a grand goal, and does not have a thirst for killing—which is almost unimaginable for a powerful dark wizard.

Therefore, he listened to Li Lin's advice and maintained contact with him once a week.

“However, Mr. Aatrox, I still care about what you said before.”

Grindelwald smiled knowingly, fiddling with the metal ring on his finger, and asked seemingly casually, "Why were you so insistent on preventing me from issuing gold pounds before?"