Grindelwald and Aberforth stopped their movements simultaneously and turned to look at the door.
Aberforth's expression changed slightly when he saw Alvin walking in a snow cape. Only then did he know the purpose of Grindelwald's coming here.
Up to now, the relationship between Grindelwald and Alvin is no longer a secret. The two almost cut off the continent from the whole world, and it became their private land.
Although many people wanted to resist, they woke up too late.
Without top-notch wizards in the face of Grindelwald, who can shoot at will, the actions of these people have no meaning at all.
As for Alvin, he is even more unfathomable.
He has only shown his edge twice throughout, beating Voldemort once at the Ministry of Magic and driving Dumbledore away the other time.
Good and evil styles make people unable to understand his details.
There are only wrong names in the world, no nicknames
Now Alvin has the title of "Grey Demon Lord" because he is not as ruthless as the black wizard, nor is he stick to the rules like the white wizard.
Everyone can only use a gray in between to give him a definition.
And today, the two lords, Grindelwald and Alvin, meet in his Hog's Head Inn.
Aberforth had already thought of countless conspiracies and intrigues.
"You are late."
Ignoring Aberforth, whose expression constantly changed, Grindelwald closed his eyes and played with the wand.
"I'm sorry, I just went shopping with Hermione and the others and wasted some time."
Hearing his complaint, Alvin smiled, moved casually to his side, and said softly to Aberforth. "One Butterbeer, please."
Aberforth wanted to say no to the two stubbornly. Still, after weighing it, he silently walked to prepare drinks.
He is not cowardly but wants to hear what they are trying to say.
Right, that is it!
And Grindelwald's mind moved slightly.
He seems to have overlooked a problem for a long time. This kid Alvin seems to have always been a shortage of beautiful women around, and even Nagini didn't know how to cure it.
Can he try from here, let alone control Alvin? It is very good as long as he influences Alvin to a certain extent.
This little guy is too evil to do things, and even he can't stand it.
While his thoughts were turning, Grindelwald had decided to return to Durmstrang to see if any beautiful girls were in his school and then send them to Hogwarts after training them.
Aberforth put the Butterbeer ordered by the two in front of them, sat expressionlessly at a place far away from them, and read a book.
Grindelwald glanced at him. This idiot took the bait.
Taking a sip of Butterbeer, Alvin frowned slightly.
Had Aberforth drugged him, why was it so unpleasant to drink?
In fact, Aberforth really had this plan. Would the two lords be solved if he drugged them?
It's a pity that it happened so suddenly. Aberforth wasn't ready yet, so he could only give up and add some seasonings to disgust Alvin and Grindelwald.
"Forget it. Stop drinking."
Glancing at Aberforth, Alvin silently wrote him down in his notebook. Then he looked at Grindelwald, who had no intention of touching the Butterbeer at all.
"What's going on over there in France?"
"You won't see him after Christmas." Grindelwald responded casually. "You're right. This country surrenders the fastest."
If Grindelwald had known that France was this virtue, he would not have spent much trouble doing things in Paris and would have lost the Blood Pact.
Alvin nodded lightly, and after France had been dealt with, the whole of Europe fell into his hands.
And his next step can begin.
"I need a lot of wizards to help me brew potions. The level doesn't need to be that high as long as they pass the NEWT test."
Nico and Rowena have thoroughly researched the Awakening potion. They can mass-produce it without relying on the Bloodline Awakening Potion in Alvin's hands.
The appearance of the Mage Tower also solved the problem of raw materials. Under the nourishment of magic power, potion materials that initially needed several years to mature now only take half a month to a month.
The only thing that restricts Alvin's development is the manpower for the brew potion. After all, there are so many people in the world, Nico and others alone. They can't meet much demand.
Aberforth, who pretended to be reading, was actually eavesdropping.
Grindelwald's attack on the French Ministry of Magic sounds like Alvin's request.
The Ministry of Magic of a big country is like a small person in the mouths of the two, and their fate is arbitrarily decided.
"No, I have to tell my brother about this..."
Aberforth was rarely worried about his brother. He knew that Dumbledore was preparing for a counter-offensive on the side of America.
But at this rate, when Grindelwald expands his power to America, it is estimated that Dumbledore is not ready.
"As long as you give me something, all the Alliance will obey you," Grindelwald pretended to raise his wand unintentionally, trying to set up a soundproof barrier.
The next thing is not suitable for that idiot to eavesdrop...
However, Alvin stopped him with a smile. The good show has just been staged. How can Grindelwald exclude the main supporting role like this?
"To show my sincerity, what you want, no, it should be said that I have brought it."
Grindelwald's breathing was a little heavy, and his eyes were fixed on Alvin.
Seeing him like this, Aberforth was also a little curious.
What deal did the two negotiate so that Grindelwald could use his control over the Alliance in exchange?
Aberforth couldn't care about hiding now and looked straight at Alvin with both eyes, and when Alvin turned his right hand, a dark gem appeared in front of the three of them.
Grindelwald reached out involuntarily, wanting to grab the gem in Alvin's hand.
"Give her to me..."