Chapter 337: In the dream

"This is the infamous dark wizard, so why haven't you seen Voldemort's card? That's because it has become a household name to a certain extent." Hermione explained slowly.
"Gellert Grindelwald, born around 1882, is considered to be one of the most powerful black wizards ever. Until the appearance of Voldemort, the name Black Lord is no longer his exclusive." Hermione slowly Said.
"There is also a saying that he is Voldemort and his successor."
"His influence almost swept across the entire continent, but never involved Britain. Perhaps he was defeated by Dumbledore before his ambition reached that level."
"He was imprisoned in Newmongarde, a prison with the same reputation as Azkaban."
Hermione recite these materials like an endorsement.
Then her bright brown eyes suddenly looked at Harry and looked at him uncomfortably.
"You looked like you didn't know anything about it, but why did you suddenly ask?"
Hermione's feeling is very sensitive.
Harry's words were jammed, and he wasn't so good to say that he had connected Voldemort's perception again.
Hermione quickly inferred, then his face changed sharply.
"You connected Voldemort's thoughts again?" she asked anxiously, lowering her voice.
Harry nodded stiffly.
"Don't believe it, it may be Voldemort's conspiracy." Hermione frowned, admonishing.
"Also, if Grindelwald was jailbroken, why wasn't it reported? He should still be locked at the highest level in Newmongarde." Hermione questioned that this was the biggest loophole.
Harry didn't reveal more information at the end. He said the word "duel". He didn't know who was the object of the "duel" in Voldemort's mouth.
"If he is really out of prison, he will probably join forces with Voldemort." Hermione scratched the needle thread slowly on the wooden table and fell into thought.
I have to say that Hermione's prediction ability is really good.
Perhaps Professor Trelawney looked away.
Then on Monday morning, all the students had breakfast in the auditorium.
At least hundreds of owls flew in from outside.
Hovering in the auditorium, looking for the delivery object.
Because Christmas is coming, many parents have brought gifts in advance.
Hermione took a large package with gifts from the Grangers.
Her favorite set of encyclopedias.
Hagrid also sent her a gift, a feather pen made of unknown animal tail feathers, which was quite smooth and dazzling. When writing, the tail would emit a faint blue Mars, which was very handsome.
The most amazing thing is that there is also a "Prophet Daily".
"Have you all?" Hermione watched Ron and Harry also draw a newspaper from the bottom of the package.
Hermione guessed that this might be a means of promotion for them.
To be honest, Hermione doesn't like this newspaper very much. Rita Skeeter has distorted the facts in this newspaper before and arranged many of her lace news.
Just out of habit, she opened the newspaper subconsciously.
A row of bold black fonts caught her eyes.
"The shocking scandal of the German Ministry of Magic."
"The most frightening Dark Lord, Grindelwald, successfully escaped from the top of Newmongard, and it is said that this was news a few months ago."
"In other words, he may have regained power now."
"We have no way of knowing his movements. In addition, we condemned the ostrich act of the German Ministry of Magic, blocked the news, and deceived the masses."
"People are in trouble, responsibility is blamed"
An Auror, who asked not to be named, said: "Grindelwald's power is far less than before, just a bad old man, I hope you don't panic."
"But we don't believe this one-sided statement. There is every reason to speculate that this old man may set off a storm again."
"If the mysterious man and Grindelwald join forces, what kind of disaster will bring to the wizarding world?"
...
In a word, Grindelwald is described in a large and substantial way.
Hermione's face was a bit irony, and she would rather be ridiculous.
This is not good news for anyone.
As a result, the credibility of Harry's words was slightly higher.
Hermione immediately looked at Harry.
After a whisper.
"Duel?" Hermione repeated.
This time Harry had confided everything he heard.
"Who's dueling with whom?" Hermione murmured to herself, gently flicking her curly brown hair, and fell into contemplation.
When everyone is enjoying the Christmas atmosphere, her mood is not relaxed.
The night soon came.
With deliberate relaxation, Harry still dreamed of wandering in the hallway almost every night, walking towards the Department of Mystery of the Ministry of Magic, and finally standing eagerly in front of the black door.
The black door was getting bigger and bigger. He ran too fast, almost hitting his head. It was almost a few steps away. He saw the faint blue light again-the door suddenly opened! He finally entered, a round room with black walls and black floors, burning candles with blue flames, and several doors around—
Then he did not wake up.
The scene was distorted again and suddenly changed.
In his eyes was an ugly woman who was sitting at a desk at an elegant desk.
Dolores Umbridge.
Even if this was only the second time Harry saw this woman, he was still impressed.
This office is full of vanilla and white tabby cat ornaments. This girlish ornament is totally contrary to this ugly woman.
"Oh, come and help me think about how to deal with this." Umbridge saw a surprise expression on his face when he saw someone pushing the door in.
She said briskly, then handed Voldemort a roll of parchment.
Voldemort's face quickly showed a grim smile, which was very contrary to his elegant and pale face.
He was pleasantly surprised.
Umbridge's headache is exactly what Voldemort desires to know.
The location of the duel.
This is Grindelwald's book of war and a book of war against Dumbledore.
"It's better to decide what to do in the Ministry of Magic." Voldemort gave a reassuring smile.
When he saw Umbridge, he used his own appearance when he was young, and he had not been disfigured by black magic at that time. This kind of magic like Transfiguration Magus was not difficult for him.
His skin, inherited from his father, makes people unconsciously trust.
A handsome face ~ EbookFREE.me ~ is enough to make people close.
This world is so cruel.
Umbridge never seemed to care how the man came in.
"No, the two of them will take this one apart." Umbridge's thick lips trembled.
"You need to know that after you have dealt with this matter for Germany, your reputation will rise again. No one is your political enemy, that Rufus Scrimgeour, but you have not completely given up on your position. "
Voldemort amplified Umbridge's fear.
"Okay, it's so decided." Umbridge's hands were trembling, but there was a smile of joy on his face, as if he was already intoxicated by the illusion of complete power control.
She started writing on the parchment with a quill.
The torrent of fate began to converge in this way, and few people knew where it would go. 10