Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

"Platanus, Ye Qi's tail feathers, the opposing combination of life and death..."

Soul whispered.

"Yes, wandology has a long history and is as profound as alchemy." Grindelwald said, "Even I can't explain the connection to you in detail. It is different from the traceable history of the development of magic. It is mysterious and magical, and it accompanies the wizard throughout his life in a completely different way.”

"Okay, you don't have much time."

"You need to thoroughly understand the contents of this book in the next few days, learn the only magic recorded in it, and remember every step."

Soul looked at Grindelwald in surprise, "Why didn't you do this? I mean the ritual magic in this book."

"It's not that I don't want to." Grindelwald chuckled, "As I said just now, escaping from the clutches of death comes at a price, immortality? How can it be that easy? I am just an ordinary old man now. I accidentally fell down. A fall could easily kill me."

"But after Professor Dumbledore is resurrected, how can Professor Dumbledore, who has no magic power, resist Voldemort in his heyday?" Suhr asked immediately.

"Well... Albus and I are different." Grindelwald smiled mysteriously and pointed to the book on the coffee table, "You will understand after reading this book."

Soul stayed in the town for the next few days.

Grindelwald is just like an ordinary old Muggle man. He goes to bed early and gets up early, walking on the streets of the town in the morning sun and sunset. Like Dumbledore, he likes to eat sweets. Rochiel often reminds Grindelwald to eat less. It’s sweet. I’m getting older. If I eat too much sugar, I might lose all my teeth.

Monschau, this small town located in the mountains of the largest continent in Germany, was originally the place where the saints lived in seclusion after their defeat. When he followed Grindelwald for a walk in the town, Sur learned that, In addition to the original Muggles, nearly half of the people in this town are former saints.

Like the times, they are all old.

Similarly, through that book, Soul also knew where Dumbledore's half of his soul was, and of course he also understood why Dumbledore was weak during that period.

We also know why Grindelwald said that Dumbledore was different from him.

……

August is passing day by day.

On August 15th, London, Heathrow Airport, Sule re-entered this country in a Muggle way, followed by dozens or twenty old men and women, like a group of people from other countries who came here to visit and relax. A senior tour group, Suer is their tour guide.

Muggle society did not seem to be affected in any way. Planes roared to take off and land, and the place was as prosperous as ever.

But on the other side, the magical world hidden under the prosperity must have been turbulent at this time.

"According to the news we have received, your Dark Lord, ha, has completely occupied the Ministry of Magic." Rozier was also one of the people who came to the UK. She changed into another outfit, but her back was still straight.

"It hasn't changed at all in all these years. It's as vulnerable as ever."

Soul sighed. It was normal for the Ministry of Magic to be so weak, because most of the powerful ones had fallen when Voldemort first wreaked havoc seventeen years ago. After that, the Ministry of Magic fell into the hands of Fudge. He just wanted to In spite of their own power and influence, they adopt a policy of suppressing the armed forces of the Ministry of Magic. Over time, it is quite normal for them to be unable to get up.

"Even so, not just anyone can capture the Ministry of Magic." Sule said softly, "Don't underestimate the enemy."

"When we were traveling in Europe, these little things were still sucking milk in their mother's arms. Even though we are old, those little things, one by one, still have to call us uncles."

Macdoff sneered and patted Soul on the shoulder carelessly.

The Muggles outside the airport looked at him curiously.

"Ahem." Rozier coughed displeasedly and glared at him. McDuff retracted his hand like a mouse seeing a cat, tilted his head and whistled.

Soul couldn't help but laugh. No matter how magnificent the world he saw when he was young, he would always become like a child when he gets old. This was the case with Dumbledore, the same was true with Grindelwald who had broken away from the barriers, and the same was true with Macdoff now.

"Okay, you go do what you should do, Mr. Bones." Rozier turned his head, his voice still cold,

"According to the plan, we will help the person who takes control of the Ministry of Magic at the right time."

"Then I'm sorry to trouble you, Ms. Rozier, and everyone." Suer bowed to them.

……

First of all, Voldemort and his Death Eaters succeeded in their rebellion, which meant that his men raided the Burrow on Bill and Fleur's wedding day more than ten days ago.

Well, the Burrow should be under close surveillance now. After such a long time, Soul has not received any news. He doesn't know whether his sweet little girlfriend is obedient, and he doesn't know how the current situation will develop. To what extent.

but...

Sol stood on a small rocky slope not far from the Burrow and looked down.

The original protective spell disappeared, revealing the Burrow.

As expected, the Burrow was under surveillance. From his perspective, he could see three or four men in black robes standing in the corridor not far from the Burrow, setting up a tent. As for whether there was anyone in the tent, It can't be seen through.

It was hard to say whether those three or four men in black robes were Death Eaters.

In the courtyard of the Burrow, there were flower petals scattered on the floor, a wedding ceremony stage, long tables placed together, and chairs crookedly lying on the ground.

Soul could completely imagine the scene that day.

However, if you want to know what happened that day, you have to find a way to get into the Burrow and ask Hermione. I hope she is at the Burrow at this time.

At the same time, on the third floor of the Burrow, Hermione recalled the day half a month ago, when the Patron Saint fell from the sky on the dance floor after the wedding ceremony, bringing the news that the Ministry of Magic had collapsed and was invaded by Voldemort and his men. And the panicked crowds and chaotic scenes that followed.

And what Sur told himself the day before the wedding, stay at the Burrow and don't leave.

"I stayed here, but it's been half a month. Where have you been?" Hermione murmured, looking through the window at the tent and tent standing in the open space not far away. Members of the new Ministry of Magic with unabashed surveillance intentions.

Sighing again, in order to keep out of sight, she turned her gaze to another place.

At this time, Hermione blinked, raised her hand to rub the corners of her eyes, and immediately stood up.

"Ouch." Hermione screamed in pain. She had just kicked the corner of the desk in the room. She lowered her head and rubbed it subconsciously. Then she looked up at the hillside. There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing just now, and the trees there were shaking their branches and leaves. In addition, There was nothing else, like what she had just seen was an illusion.

"Is it an illusion?"

Hermione murmured unconfidently, but she was sure that she had clearly seen a black and white badger just now.