Hogwarts's Master of Mind

In Nurmengard, Austria, wizards from outside were madly calling Grindelwald's name.

Standing in front of the castle, Grindelwald held out his hands to greet their cheers.

Yusuf Kama stood blankly in the crowd, and Grindelwald stepped forward and held his shoulders.

"You came here not to betray Dumbledore, but for your own pure heart. Prove it to me, Karma."

Grindelwald walked into the castle, and they used magic to transform the interior of Nurmengard into a huge pool.

Alchemical runes were carved on the stone bricks, and Grindelwald entered the pool holding the dead Kirin.

"Quick healing and rejuvenation."

At the same time, the alchemical matrix next to it also lit up, and the power of the deep world was continuously injected into Qilin's body.

The Qilin, a life form forged by the King of the Deep World - Life, has become active again with the added power of the King of the Deep World - Hell.

"Alright, alright." Grindelwald held Kirin in his arms.

Looking at Credence walking towards him, he instilled his own ideas into him.

"This is what makes us special. Hiding our power is not only a shame to us, it is a sin."

Grindelwald was filled with pride at this moment. He believed that the wizarding civilization would surely move towards a more glorious future under his leadership.

However, the deep world itself is a force abandoned by civilization. Can using them to lead civilization really lead to the future?

Grindelwald placed the Kirin on the stone bricks, but another Kirin appeared on the water surface.

What no one noticed was that at this moment, the channel connecting Grindelwald to his sea of ​​consciousness was already entangled with silver-white threads.

Like a butterfly caught in a spider's web, it is paralyzed and has no idea it is there.

"Is that another Kirin? There was another Kirin that night!" Grindelwald looked at Credence.

"Probably not..."

Before Credence could finish his words, the water suddenly exploded, and Grindelwald's hand stretched out and pinched Credence's face.

"You've let me down twice already. Do you know how much danger you've put me in?"

There was fire burning in Grindelwald's eyes.

"Last chance, you know, to find it."

Grindelwald loosened his grip, and Credence slid to the ground against the wall, breathing heavily.

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"Look again."

In the Hog's Head Pub, Newt is looking for the happy Kirin.

"Oh, little one, there you are." Newt found Qilin from behind a chair and picked her up.

Kirin licked Newt's face twice, and Newt carried her into his suitcase.

Bangti took the box away, and the others were notified to gather on the eighth floor of the castle.

On the eighth floor, an open room seemed to welcome the arrival of several people. There was a colorful clock hanging in the room.

"What is this place?" Theseus asked Newt quietly.

"The secret chamber left by the founder Ravenclaw." Aiden introduced it to him.

The surrounding magic gently rubbed Aiden's face, and he could even feel 'himself' sleeping in the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

"I believe you all have your tickets from Bunty." Dumbledore walked out.

“You can only go in and watch the ceremony if you have it.”

Dumbledore walked over to Newt and put his hand on his shoulder.

"Well, Newt, can you tell which one is your box?"

"No," Newt shook his head.

"Good. If you could tell I'd be worried." Dumbledore put on his gloves.

"Hmm, kind of like gambler's three card, shell game?"

Jacob looked at the confused expressions of the wizards around him and waved his hand.

"It's just a trick for ordinary people. Jacob, you should remember that this thing is meant to simulate wizards' magic." Aiden stuffed a piece of coconut ice cream into his hand to ease his embarrassment.

"Grindelwald will stop at nothing to get our rare little friend.

In short, as long as Qilin and all of us are still alive by tea time, it will be considered a success."

Dumbledore hung up the scarf.

"By the way, the gambler's three cards won't kill anyone." Jacob put his hands forward.

"That's an important distinction. Jacob, you and I will go first."

Dumbledore waved his hand and the clock began to spin rapidly. It looked like a portkey.

"By the way, can you tell me the advantages of three cards?" Dumbledore extended his hand to Jacob.

Jacob picked up the box, was pulled by Dumbledore, and then teleported away.

"Good luck to you." Bangti smiled beside him.

Others were also teleported away carrying boxes.

When Aiden opened his eyes, he found himself on the eastern side of the Himalayas.

"Damn it, Dumbledore, what on earth are you thinking about!" The dragon's lonely cry echoed in the mountains.

Atop a mountain in Bhutan, Vogel is preaching some alluring words.

His face was transmitted to every corner of the world through magic.

The Ministries of Magic of almost all countries have turned their attention to this grand event.

“We in leadership have not forgotten that this is a divided world, with new conspiracies every day and new whispers every hour.

These whispers have only recently emerged, and now with a third candidate, there is only one way to know for sure which of the three can be trusted.”

Vogel's speech seems neutral, but in fact every frame is carefully designed for Grindelwald.

He walked into the room and carried Qilin out.

"Every wizard knows that the Kirin is the purest creature in our wizarding world. Let us review the ancient legends and let him lead us in choosing a leader."

Vogel's smile and Kirin's face are displayed around the world.

In the town below the Bhutanese palace, Dumbledore took Jacob through it.

Behind them, wizards began to draw their wands and quietly follow.

With the help of a parade of various supporters, Dumbledore shook off his followers around a corner.

"Where are we going next?" Jacob asked quietly.

"I'm sorry, I have to leave you now." Dumbledore tilted his head to him.

"What? Leave me!" Jacob was shocked.

"Yes, I have someone to meet, Mr. Kowalski." Dumbledore took off his scarf.

Throw it towards the threshold next to you and it becomes a door curtain.

"Don't worry, you don't have a Qilin, you can always throw it away if you get into trouble."

Dumbledore patted Jacob on the shoulder and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something.

Leaning back closer to Jacob.

"There's one more thing. I hope you don't mind. I suggest that you should stop doubting yourself."

"I..." Jacob wanted to refute, but the gaze of a Legilimency master pierced his heart.

"You have many qualities that ordinary people don't have, a brave and complete heart.

Maybe you can go find Aiden later and he can give you some help."

After saying this, Dumbledore Apparated and disappeared.

Jacob scratched his neck, smiled, and walked forward briskly with the box in his hand.