Wiltshire, England.
In Malfoy Manor.
Voldemort held a newspaper of the Daily Prophet and read the news about Grindelwald on it.
A group of Death Eaters stood before him, not daring to breathe.
In the corner of the room, Narcissa tightly covered Draco's mouth, preventing him from making a sound, and fear flashed in their eyes.
Lucius has been having a hard time lately because he lost Voldemort's diary.
If it weren't for a group of Voldemort's men who were locked up in Azkaban and killed by Alvin, he would never have spared the Malfoy family so lightly.
After reading the newspaper in his hand, Voldemort also remembered the various legends about Grindelwald that he had heard while still in school.
He remembered an old wizard commenting on him and Grindelwald.
"Why would anyone compare the Dark Lord who nearly conquered the entire continent to someone who couldn't beat a single school?"
This sentence deeply hurt his sensitive heart.
There can only be one Dark Lord in the world, and that is me, Voldemort!
Resisting the urge to pick up the wand and go to Grindelwald to compete, to tell who is the real Dark Lord, he looked at Snape, who was at the front of the crowd.
"Is there any news of him in Dumbledore?"
Snape took a step forward and replied in a deep voice. "No, Dumbledore has had a headache recently, and even his hair has turned a lot of gray."
The crowd burst into laughter, and even Voldemort let out a hideous grin.
"Let Dumbledore have a headache for him. Save him from focusing all his attention on me."
After this return, Voldemort has always felt that the situation was much worse than a decade ago.
Not only did Dumbledore grow old and strong, but another monster like Alvin was in the wizarding world.
Coupled with the existence of Harry Potter, the son of prophecy. Even if he is arrogant, his behavior has become much more cautious.
Although he has hostile feelings for Grindelwald.
But Voldemort was happy to have such a person attracting their attention for him.
"How's the progress over there at the Department of Mysteries?"
Two Death Eaters working at the Ministry of Magic looked at each other, and one of them said. "Master, we have already figured out much information."
"You and Harry Potter's Prophecy Record are hidden in the Hall of Prophecy, we wanted to take them out for you, but an ancient magic is cast there."
"Only the parties involved in the prophecy can pick it up."
After listening to their report, Voldemort frowned slightly.
Although he has no eyebrows.
Voldemort was very concerned about this prophecy, especially since Harry escaped from his hands again not long ago. He was more and more afraid of this prophecy.
Things became troublesome. He couldn't go to the Ministry of Magic to get the Prophecy Record now. Harry was protected by Dumbledore and would not leave Hogwarts easily.
How can I get Harry to get that Prophecy Record for him?
One by one, conspiracies emerged in his heart.
Time passed, and in a blink of an eye, it was time to start school again.
Grindelwald has not appeared recently, and his popularity has also declined.
It's time to pass or pass, and people gradually don't worry so much.
And Harry, who was locked up in the Order of the Phoenix for a whole month, was also excited.
He has never stepped out of Black's ancestral home except to attend the hearing in the past month.
Mr. Weasley bought even the books the school asked them to buy after getting off work.
He was also proud to stay in this headquarters to fight against Voldemort. Although people were coming and going, everyone was in a hurry and left after explaining things.
And Mrs. Weasley also learned from the previous lesson, determined not to let Harry and the others hear any content, the power of the barrier increased again and again.
There's nothing the Weasley twins can do about this.
Another thing that puzzled Harry very much was that Ron became a Prefect.
He didn't think Ron was bad. As Ron's good friend, he was also happy for Ron.
But there is still a loss in his heart. Is he not doing well enough?
Why didn't Dumbledore choose him?
It made him feel a little unnatural when facing Ron.
And those days were about to end, and he was about to head to King's Cross to board the train he'd been thinking about day and night.
"Ron! Ginny! Are your things packed? We need to get going!"
Mrs. Weasley stood at the door and shouted. Her expression was a little anxious, and she repeatedly looked at the clock on the wall.
"Coming!"
Lugging large and small bags, Ginny and Ron walked down the stairs panting while Harry was by the side early.
Looking around, Ginny was a little strange. "What about George and Fred? Why are you only urging us, Mom?"
Pushing the two out of the door again, Mrs. Weasley explained. "They were still sleeping and will be Apparated directly in a while."
Ginny glanced upstairs enviously. She also wanted this opportunity to sleep in.
Sirius had already led several Order of the Phoenix members on guard outside the door, which embarrassed Harry.
These people all received the task of escorting him to Hogwarts today, and this kind of treatment really flattered Harry.
The group boarded a Muggle bus and flopped several times before arriving outside King's Cross.
And Sirius finally breathed a sigh of relief and took Harry's shoulders.
"Harry, we're sending you here. Remember, listen to Dumbledore at school, and he'll protect you."
"If you have any doubts or encounter difficulties, you are also very welcome to write to me."
Sirius's instructions warmed Harry's heart, and he nodded lightly, preparing to enter the station.
Suddenly, several wizards apparated to their surroundings. Sirius and other Order of the Phoenix members instantly became alert and took out their wands.
And those wizards didn't even look at them. They joined forces to cast a barrier, turning this place into an independent space.
Neither the Muggles nor the wizards in the station were aware of this.
And when the barrier was arranged, the space was turbulent, and a middle-aged wizard with white hair and a face full of rebelliousness appeared.
It is Grindelwald.