After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

Grindelwald looked at the strange faces of the crowd and the fool opposite him staring at him like a wolf, and couldn't help but twitch his lips. He had only one thought in his mind: the pill of the British wizarding world.

"I don't think that's what Mr. Grindelwald meant. Luke, Sirius, please sit down." Narcissa rubbed her forehead and held down her foolish husband and brother with unquestionable strength. "Excuse me, Mr. Grindelwald."

"Gellert, please explain. What you said is indeed a bit ambiguous." Dumbledore, who had been silent the whole time, did not have his usual smile on his face. Or rather, he had not smiled since he met Grindelwald. He did not misunderstand, but Draco could understand, but why did Narcissa?

Grindelwald gave Dumbledore a deep look. "I've come to see the little boy who will revolutionize the wizarding world. And you, Narcissa Malfoy, the one who has taken over my Saints." These words were like a bolt from the blue. Who? Narcissa Malfoy? Wasn't it Lucius Malfoy or Draco Malfoy?

Lucius had already suspected this, so he remained calm. Only Narcissa curled her lips and smiled. "Ah, this is the best news I've heard today." Her face was calm, and she didn't seem surprised.

"Cissy..." Molly's expression was complicated. Anyone who knew about the Saints would be surprised at who could accept their power. Saints were not like Death Eaters. Those who lacked the ability, wisdom, and means, and whose only instinct was to rule by violence, would only be harmed. She had a vague suspicion, but was it possible?

"Molly, you are one of the most outstanding witches I have ever met." Narcissa said calmly, "Have you ever thought about why, apart from school, the Ministry of Magic, Diagon Alley, and even Knockturn Alley are always ruled by male wizards?" She stood up with her back straight.

"Is it because witches lack ability? Because they are small? Because they have weak magical powers? Or is it because witches are supposed to take care of their husbands and children? No, we have our own personalities and thoughts. We are proactive, fair and strict. We possess magic and are independent. You see, we are no worse than anyone else, right? Isn't the issue of gender a form of prejudice? There are always labels attached to us. We are not just someone's mother, wife, or daughter. I am still Narcissa, I am just myself.

Since I have this strength and ability, why should I be inferior to others? Just because everyone does it? Should I just follow the mainstream? Is the mainstream always right? I don't follow the rules; I make them. Women are not delicate flowers, but the spark that drives social progress, and ambition is the source of this power. In Slytherin, ambition is never a derogatory term, but a positive and enterprising spirit.

I want to stand on a high place so that my voice can be heard and my words can be spread. When people begin to value me and value me as a person, they will explore my experiences, and the seeds will germinate in their hearts. More women will stand up. They are not tools for marriage and they are definitely not mediocre people. They deserve to pursue their own dreams.

Muggles are making progress and awakening, but what about wizards? Are they going to stay in a corner forever? Am I going to have to endure a bunch of idiots telling me what to do? And then wait until the Muggle bombardment blows open the wizarding world before blaming those who are not doing anything? Since they are not doing anything, then I will do it. There are no witches to become leaders? Then I will do it. "After Nashi finished speaking, the living room was silent, and it was obvious that everyone was shocked by his words.

Sirius was so shocked that he was speechless. It was as if he was meeting his sister for the first time. He looked at Lucius curiously, wanting to know the reaction of his brother-in-law who he had always disliked.

Lucius looked at Narcissa with such tenderness and infatuation. He noticed Sirius's gaze but did not turn his head. "Cissy, she's dazzling, isn't she?"

"Are you really listening to what Cissy is saying? Why are you so calm?" Sirius felt that his brother-in-law seemed to be having a love affair and probably wasn't listening carefully.

"I heard you, but Cissy's not wrong." Lucius didn't think Narcissa was wrong. "She's capable, scheming, and resourceful. Should I restrict her dreams and freedom just because she's my wife? She's an independent individual."

Clap, clap, clap—Grindelwald looked at Narcissa with deep admiration. He saw a fire quietly burning, not the all-consuming Fiendfyre, but the ever-lasting Phoenix Fire. He understood why he had entrusted the Saints to Narcissa. They were similar, yet different: one sought domination, the other integration. He understood Narcissa's implicit meaning: developing the wizarding world and freeing up more labor. Only by becoming stronger and broadening one's horizons could one avoid being blinded by the whitewashing of the upper echelons.

"Very good, very good. My assistant, Wenda Rosier, is known as the Black Rose of France. She will definitely have a lot of common topics with you." Grindelwald invited implicitly.

"Of course, I'm happy to communicate with more outstanding women." Narcissa bowed politely. The two of them chatted as if no one else was around.

Dumbledore didn't think there was anything wrong with Narcissa's ambition. Perhaps he had arrogantly thought that Muggles were weak and needed protection before, but after they visited an underground base in the UK at Lucius's invitation and were almost discovered, he began to re-examine his thoughts.

But... aren't you a little too oblivious to the people around you? Are you already talking about overthrowing the Ministry? Are you saying that in front of a White wizard, a Ministry employee, and a family member?

"Ahem, I think there are still many opportunities for communication." Dumbledore ignored the unhappiness when he heard the French Black Rose, and said to the two, "Gellert, there is no news of your escape from Nurmengard. I think you must have prepared a backup plan, and I don't think you want to return to Nurmengard. But I think you must be willing to talk to me, right?" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald, his eyes full of undying determination.

"Of course, of course, I never refused you, did I, Albus?" Grindelwald said calmly. "Please give me a private space to talk."

"Of course. Please follow me." Lucius understood and led the two to a living room. After instructing the elves to bring some refreshments, he considerately left, leaving the space for these two lovers who had never met in half their lives? Lovers?

No one knows what was discussed, but Grindelwald seemed in good spirits. He passed by Snape and patted him on the shoulder, urging him to work hard and develop the product as soon as possible. Everyone present, save the Weasleys and Sirius, was aware of the situation and understood it. It seemed Grindelwald had foreseen Snape's future success.

His heart burned with excitement; this was a groundbreaking invention. Snape was horrified by the sight of countless eyes darting towards him. He snorted coldly, looking at Dumbledore, who was struggling with Narcissa, Lucius Arthur, who was discussing business with the Saint, and Molly, who was sitting beside Narcissa, lost in thought... Oh, you said there was another stupid dog. He said he was going to help his friends write their self-criticisms.

Snape was startled. Oh no! This idiot dog wouldn't cause any trouble, but he was still giving instructions? Was he playing around? He used the limited authority Narcissa had given him over the manor to detect the four little red dots, who were staying in the potion room and not moving. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"No!" he breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly heaved another sigh of relief. "No! The potions room?!" He abruptly stood up and strode upstairs. Narcissa, as if remembering something, carefully sensed it, and a look of sympathy appeared on her face.

She said to everyone who had just been startled by Snape's sudden behavior, "It's nothing, it's just Sirius taking a few children to play in Sev's potion room."

Huh? Is Sirius that bold? Even the Weasleys, who didn't get to know each other much, knew that the Potions Master hated having people in his potions room, with the exception of the talented Draco, of course.

"Sirius Black!" Snape's angry voice came from upstairs. Everyone looked at each other, and then continued talking as if nothing had happened.

Merlin knew how painful it was for Snape to see the mess of potion materials in the potion room. The big black dog lowered its head guiltily, and Draco and the others were trembling with fear and dared not breathe.

They were just writing their self-criticisms here, because the smell of a mixture of herbs and potions at Snape's place was very suitable for calming down and writing self-criticisms. However, Sirius came up enthusiastically and turned into a dog to let the children rub him, asking them about their experiences in the Muggle world, and even made a fuss and demanded that they must bring him along next time.

During this time, Draco noticed Sirius knock over his godfather's recently developed fluorescent potion, a potion that makes anyone who touches it glow green at night. His cheerful tail swept the godfather's medicine into a mess, and some of the medicine was even stepped on several times. He looked at Sirius with some pity, letting him throw a tantrum and quietly retreating with Harry and Ron in tow.

Three, two, one...Draco counted to himself.

Bang! The door to the potion room was pushed open. Against the backlight, I couldn't see the expression of the person who came in. I could only see the fluttering black robes and hear the angry roar: "Sirius Black!"

Snape gestured for the three little ones to go out with a forced smile. Draco and the others standing at the door could only see the black dog's frightened eyes and the evil curve of the Potions Master's mouth.

They stood there in a daze, their bodies shivering, and the same question popped up in their minds: Sirius won't die, right?