Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

The night was dark.

In this night, the German Ministry of Magic seems to be business as usual.

People come and go, walk here, communicate with each other, and talk to people they know about the latest events in the German magical world.

"Hey, Seth, I heard that you seemed to have encountered some obstacles when you went out to perform tasks before."

"That's just a rumor. If you would go out and look around more instead of staying in the office, then you would know that our Aurors are enough to keep the Ministry of Magic safe."

Seth looked back at the fat man in front of him lightly, his tone was frivolous and confident.

"That's good. You know, there have been attacks in many places recently. I don't know what those families think, since they are unwilling to do their best to clear out those damn mudbloods."

"Silence, if you don't want those people to catch you, Siford, you'd better keep your mouth shut. I can't guarantee that if those people hear you say these words, they will use it to attack you."

"How could it be possible? Could it be that I don't even have the right to speak?"

The man named Siford said loudly, but the more he spoke, the softer his voice became.

He looked around to make sure no one could hear the conversation between the two of them.

Siford breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one around him noticed the two of them.

Seeing this scene, Seth sneered deep in his heart.

"With this courage, that's all for the rest of my life."

Seth was naturally very clear about what Siford said.

But some things are destined to be hidden.

Especially, what happened that night.

If anything, Seth's initial thought was that those Muggle-born people would be useless even if they gathered together.

So now, he was a little afraid that they would gather too early and become that person's power too early.

The German Ministry of Magic is still rotten, and pure-blood families have become a habit.

They naturally look down on those Muggle-born wizards, except for a few pure-blood families who will take those Muggle-born wizards seriously.

The other pure-blood families looked at them with nothing but deep disdain.

This may be the current situation of the German Ministry of Magic.

The younger generation is fine, but the older generation basically inherits the ideas of the previous generation of wizards.

Pureblood supremacy

But now, Seth only feels that these four short words are so ironic.

How could there be pure-blood supremacy? Nothing could prove the power of these four words.

But he himself is a member of pure blood, and his butt determines his head, no matter what he thinks in his heart.

Congenital conditions have already determined his choice.

He is not a passionate young man who can betray his own class for certain ideals.

Nor are they those with noble personalities who are willing to risk everything for their lofty ideals.

He is just an ordinary wizard.

It's a pity that his blood has become hotter since that night.

Seth didn't know what he was in for, he wanted to give it a try.

Let's see if their purebloods can maintain their current status in the future world, or even take a step forward.

"1000 years ago, Mr. Slytherin from the British wizarding world once said that pure blood represents glory, pure blood is the core of wizards, and only pure blood is the group of wizards who should be trusted the most."

"Although that person said these words on the basis of hating Muggles, what he said is not true."

Seth walked onto the elevator, and the fat man who was with him had gone elsewhere.

He glanced around alone and took a deep breath.

He planned to try again, if the Ministry of Magic officials were still so pedantic and self-righteous.

Then Seth wouldn't mind cleaning up the Ministry of Magic before those Muggle-born wizards launched a wizarding revolution.

Germany's magical world needs an iron-blooded regime.

No matter whether he succeeds or fails in the future, he will try.

All for the glory of pure blood.

Lothar looked at the old man in front of him. His eyes were so sharp, like a knife, ready to cut him at any time to let him experience the feeling of death.

But Lothar knew that he would not take action. Today, Grindelwald does not have a wand in his hand.

"Albus has left, but there are some things you don't need to know yet."

"My era has ended long ago, when I lost to Dumbledore more than forty years ago."

Grindelwald tilted his head, and he slowly walked towards the window of his castle, while Lothar followed behind him without any overstep.

This is the most basic respect for a great wizard.

In this way, they walked to the top of the building step by step.

Until, when they raised their heads, they could see the sky full of stars.

It was at this time that Grindelwald turned his head sharply. He looked at Lothar, as if there was light in his eyes.

"Can you lend me your wand, Mr. Kelyard?"

Faced with Grindelwald's request, Lothar thought for two seconds and silently took out his wand from his wizard robe.

He had his wand in his hand, but his eyes were on Grindelwald.

Finally, in Grindelwald's firm eyes.

Lothar put the wand in his hand.

Grindelwald picked up Lothar's wand, held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

After watching for a long time, he said to Lothar.

"This is a good wand. It's made of yew. It's moderately hard. You can see that it suits you very well."

"I never knew Mr. Grindelwald had any knowledge of wands."

"There are still many things you don't understand. You must know that the wand I held in my hand is the truly powerful wand."

Grindelwald took two steps forward with Lothar's wand. He stared at the stars, but he was answering Lothar's question.

"Do you know the three Deathly Hallows?"

"Slightly heard."

"My old wand is one of them, the most powerful wand, but it is said that anyone who masters it will not end well."

"Maybe I'm one of them."

Grindelwald turned his head and looked at Lothar. He took Lothar's wand and waved it towards the sky.

Before Lothar understood what Grindelwald meant when he said those words to her.

A sign appeared in the sky. Lothar, who knew something, had already given the answer in his heart when he saw the sign for the first time.

That's the symbol of the Deathly Hallows, that's the symbol of Grindelwald.