The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Durmstrang's castle is located in Northern Europe, and its castle is smaller than Hogwarts, with only four floors. When Cyrus and Grindelwald stood outside the school wall, they could only vaguely see a little light.

It won't be like Hogwarts, where lights are lit all year round. It seems that only when classes are in session can you see some light from the windows.

Mainly plains, although there is no place like the Forbidden Forest that gathers most of the resources of the magic world, but the vast grounds and mountains do develop sports...

"Follow me~" Grindelwald's illusion spell was like putting on an invisibility cloak for himself.

"Principal of Durmstrang...I'm a Muggle-born wizard, so I can't go to school." Cyrus pinched his nose, imitating the old bat's voice.

"Don't worry, I will help you integrate into this school." He pointed his skinny fingers on a wall, as if old Tom was groping to open the bricks in Diagon Alley.

"Is this a secret door?"

"No... just my mark"

There was a symbol on the wall that looked like a triangle and an eye that looked like Mr. Goodlove's pendant, and Cyrus linked the two without getting anything substantial.

The current headmaster of Durmstrang is jointly managed by other school boards. On the way, Cyrus saw several students copying the triangle logo on their bodies.

But Grindelwald didn't seem too surprised, but a little disdainful...

"How did Dumbledore mention me?" The wrinkles on his face were filled with deep apologies, and he turned his head to look at Cyrus.

"Seldom mentioned..."

"Aha~ It's no wonder." Grindelwald nodded, expressing his understanding, "During the time in Nurmengard, I can probably understand Dumbledore's thoughts... If I care a little more about their feelings, maybe I will no the same..."

Perhaps there was no supervision from the principal, and many places were very lax. Under Grindelwald's superb illusion spell, the two of them easily arrived at the door of the principal's office.

Grindelwald, the "dark wizard" in the outside world, is also a leader worthy of admiration in the eyes of another group of people who pursue individuality.

But he doesn't feel that he is worthy of admiration now...

While Durmstrang's school board was still arguing about the principal's rights, Grindelwald had already kicked the door open, and walked in openly, as if the people sitting inside were the guests.

However, Cyrus had to be careful all the time, if the old man would slip away.

"I don't think there is any need to quarrel...Everyone, there is no need to sell the school to the Death Eaters, and there is no need to rob it..." Grindelwald stood gracefully in front of the long table with his hands behind his back.

This sudden appearance startled the black-robed wizard on the left.

"Who are you?" A middle-aged man on the opposite side, wearing Durmstrang's red robe, shouted displeasedly, "I remember there was an anti-thief spell..."

"It's not important... what's important..." Grindelwald secretly gestured to signal Cyrus not to come out, "I didn't expect that Durmstrang would also rely on betraying the school now?"

The Death Eaters said it from his mouth, and the bodies of those men in black robes were obviously sluggish. They threw out their wands almost instantly, and Grindelwald just waved his hand, and a shock wave was generated.

While there is no stick, there is also silence...

"Kill him!" one of them yelled.

However, Grindelwald snatched the wand from the members of the Durmstrang School Board with a hook, and a blue flame burst out from the tip of the wand, whipping it like a whip.

One of the Death Eaters was turned into a pool of ashes the moment he was touched by the flames.

'Firefire Curse' Cyrus could see the difference between ordinary flames and Fiendfire, the energy in it was higher, as if it was a flame with vitality.

"No... Impossible... The rumors are true..." The interim headmaster who took over from Karkaroff stood up abruptly, the blue light printed the horror on his face, "Dumbledore Lido violated the Wizengamot!"

"Wrong~" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, raised his finger, and placed it on his chapped lips.

The man was like a quail, he could only make a 'beep' sound and shrink his body, while Grindelwald's violent behavior seemed to be just moving his muscles and bones.

Pointing casually at the remaining Death Eater, he poked the other's wand at the other's throat, and said slowly, "It was the Wizengamot who betrayed Dumbledore...I'm just here to finish...You guys dare not do"

But a powerful idiot who, like Cyrus and Hermione, looks down on Voldemort at all.

The Wizengamot United Wizards will be scrupled by the wizards because of the backstabs of the Death Eaters and the lack of lower limit means, so he, Gellert Grindelwald, just fills their vacancy.

If it wasn't for Dumbledore's request...

"You have to know, in fact, I don't care about survival for a long time... It's just that one day, an old friend who is dying, brought his precious heir to ask, and I was able to come out..."

When Grindelwald spoke, he didn't dare to object, and the eyes of one of the younger people seemed to be full of fear and envy.

"What do you want? I...I'll give you all..."

"No, no, I said, I'm just here to help...Look at you, an idiot's subordinates can play you idiots in applause..."

Under Grindelwald's threat, the Death Eaters didn't dare to move, their muscles stiffened and their necks were held high. Cyrus saw his hand slowly touching the other arm.

From the perspective of others, a golden fan-shaped halo flashed, and the Death Eater's right hand was cut off.

"You're being dishonest... It seems that my skills have declined." Grindelwald clicked his tongue, and the pain of the Death Eater's suppressed voice didn't even make him frown, and he raised the opponent's arm with his wand.

The Death Eater logo, with some black steam rising from it.

If his hand touches the mark, he only needs to input magic power to trigger Apparition and return to Voldemort or someone else.

"Are you crazy?!" Cyrus appeared from behind the group of school board members, pressing their trembling bodies with force, "Dare to make a deal with Death Eaters? Do you think Voldemort will let you go?"

"Why not! Durmstrang is a school for purebred wizards!" Under the persecution of Grindelwald, the man unconsciously spoke his mind with his captivating dark blue eyes.

"...it's hopeless." Grindelwald shook his head.

He doesn't think about the bloodline of the wizard... Even in the era when he did something wrong, it was only about strength, regardless of class and bloodline. Sure enough, the magic world is going back more and more.

But Grindelwald was interested in how the Secrecy Act would break.

"Kill them?"

"No, keep it." Cyrus sat on the chair, looking at the spacious principal's office, but he didn't feel any warmth, "You need to be recognized...principal~"

"Not only do I need identities, but I also need their faces..." He said horrible words, and poked his dry fingers on the face of the acting principal, who was about to cry, thinking that Grindelwald was going to tear his face off .

After all, the reason why he was expelled back then was because he conducted black magic experiments on others that the school couldn't bear... Durmstrang is the magic school that advocates black magic the most!

Grindelwald's cruel smile stunned the man alive...

"You're not really going to tear his face off, are you?" Cyrus sat aside, writing the letter.

"Of course...not~"

Grindelwald squatted down, pinched the man's face, and observed carefully. In the horrified eyes of others, he could see his face... gradually becoming younger.