Chapter 302 Uninvited Guests at the Election Ceremony of Principal Durmstrang

For the Austrian magical community, these days have been spent in panic.

Compared to the British wizarding world, which was not greatly affected by Grindelwald because of Dumbledore's existence, even fifty years later, wizards in the Austrian wizarding world have basically heard of Grindelwald's story.

Most of the wizards in Austria graduated from Durmstrang. A wall of their school still has the Deathly Hallows symbol carved by Grindelwald. No principal has ever been able to remove it from the wall. !

The officials of the Austrian Ministry of Magic were in panic. They knew that Grindelwald had been imprisoned by forbidden magic for decades and his strength should be much worse than before, but they still did not dare to rush to arrange for Aurors to search.

In order to prevent being accused of inaction by the International Federation of Wizards, the Austrian Minister of Magic acted extremely quickly by sending owls to other countries, contacting the Ministry of Magic of other countries, and trying to drag them together to deal with Grindelwald.

This is how the news from the Daily Prophet in the British wizarding world came.

However, just when Austrian wizards and even the entire European wizarding world were panicking, Dracula and Grindelwald were standing on a peak in the Alps not far from Nurmengard.

They were almost standing under the nose of the Austrian Ministry of Magic, and the Austrian Aurors had probably discovered them, but they just didn't dare to come over.

Grindelwald stood on the white snow on the peak, squinting his eyes and facing the cold mountain wind.

"Huh...is this what freedom feels like?" He raised his hand to straighten his white hair that was blown away by the cold wind, and said softly.

Unlike Dracula's guess of excitement, expectation, etc., Grindelwald's mood seemed calm, as if he was going out for a drive after staying at home for a few days.

Although he had been sleeping in a coffin for a hundred years just a few years ago, which was twice as long as Grindelwald's fifty years in Nurmengard, there were still many differences between the two. Big difference.

Dracula's sleep was almost complete dormancy, as if he had been lying in a coffin for a while, and when he opened his eyes again, hundreds of years had passed by in a hurry.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, actually stayed in a small, dark, and dirty room for fifty years. No one talked to him, and there were no interesting stories. There was only silence and darkness for decades.

Compared with this cell in Nurmengard, Azkaban can be considered a paradise.

Putting himself in his shoes, Dracula thought that if he couldn't find any fun in five days, let alone stay there for fifty years, he might be bored and go crazy.

I don’t know how Grindelwald persisted.

Dracula also felt a hint of admiration in his heart, and turned to Grindelwald and asked: "So, what does it feel like to be free?"

"What does it feel like to be free..." Grindelwald murmured softly, repeating Dracula's question.

There was still a hint of trance on his face, staring straight at the snow-covered mountains, several roads built at unknown times in the mountains, and a small village at the foot of the mountain where a few cabins had spread out.

This area used to be the base camp where Grindelwald led believers fifty years ago. He should have been extremely familiar with this place, but now it only feels strange.

"What's wrong? You can't describe it?" Dracula chuckled.

Grindelwald turned his head to look at Dracula. In his blue eyes, the hazy look gradually dissipated, and a high-spirited look flooded into his eyes.

"Actually, I don't have any special feeling. I just feel that the wind on the top of the mountain is quite noisy," he said with a wild smile on his face. "The noise makes me upset."

Grindelwald suddenly raised a hand high and spread his fingers.

The next moment, his five fingers clenched into a fist.

The icy wind on the top of the mountain suddenly stopped, and the few snowflakes picked up by the cold wind suddenly lost their momentum and fell down, merging with the snow on the mountain peak.

Dracula looked at him with an interesting smile on his lips.

"It seems that these decades of prison life have not completely destroyed the previous generation of Dark Lords..." He said with a smile, "So what will you do next? Summon your former 'Ten All believers'?"

"I am already an old man who has been out of touch with the times. How can I still have believers all over the world?" Grindelwald shook his head mockingly, "Rather than fighting and killing, I want to learn from him now. Thoughts Dumbledore..."

"I wanted to experience what it was like to be a principal, and to be able to stay in this position for decades."

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That day, Europe was near its northernmost point.

In a small castle with only four floors, the graduation ceremony at the end of the school year is being held in the hall on the first floor.

The style of this hall is quite simple and simple, just like the students sitting in the audience.

A group of students sat upright in their seats as if in military training. They were all wearing blood-red robes, and their standard leather hats were neatly placed on the table in front of them.

The seventh-grade student council president was standing on the podium presiding over the meeting.

The student union president is a tall, thin, sallow young man with black hair and eyes, and a large, curved aquiline nose.

The contours of his face are extremely distinct, and he is none other than one of the most famous Quidditch players in the world, Victor Krum.

"The graduation ceremony has come to an end, and there is one more thing to announce before the holiday." Klum still had a dull expression and read to the manuscript solemnly.

"It has been a year since Ingor Karkaroff escaped. During this year, the position of principal of Durmstrang has been vacant - the running of the school is actually responsible for the deputy principal, Professor Monte. "

"Adhering to the principle of fairness and justice, Professor Monte proposes that all Durmstrang students vote together to elect the new president among all professors."

"Now, the voting begins. Those who support Professor Monte as the next principal, please raise your wands and cast a spark spell on the ceiling..."

Under the stage, Professor Monte, who is over fifty years old and has short gray-white hair, looks satisfied.

This voting is actually just a formality.

As the vice-president who actually managed Durmstrang for a full year, Monte's reputation in the school is higher than that of all other professors combined. The position of Durmstrang's next principal is almost a certainty for him. .

As for letting the soon-to-be-graduated student union president Klum preside over the students' voting, it was just to look better and to use overwhelming advantages to convince other professors.

However, just when the students were about to start voting, a figure suddenly appeared on the podium in the castle hall.

The figure had light blond hair, a pair of blue eyes, a thin white beard on his chin, and a wild, playful smile on his face - it was under the magic of Disguisemagus that he recovered Grindelwald looks like a middle-aged man.

"Can this voting session be postponed for a little while?"

Grindelwald strolled to the center of the podium, and Krum almost didn't realize that he was subconsciously moving to the side of the podium, leaving the center of the podium to this uninvited guest.

It wasn't until he moved to the edge of the podium that Krum finally reacted, frowning and asked:

"Excuse me, who are you...?"

Grindelwald did not answer Krum's question. He just leisurely looked at the simple and concise furnishings around the hall and smacked his lips with emotion: "I really miss it. I haven't been back for about a hundred years."

The students in the audience were still wondering who this rude wizard who randomly interrupted the voting was. Some of the bad-tempered ones had already started to protest on the podium, trying to drive Grindelwald off the stage.

The hall gradually became noisy, but the students sitting in the front row noticed that the situation at the scene was a bit strange.

Some young professors wanted to step onto the stage and take charge of the situation, but they were held tightly by the older professors and would not let them act rashly in any case.

And their vice-president, the elderly Professor Monte, rarely lost his composure. He stared dumbfounded at the crazed figure on the podium, and didn't even hear the students next to him asking him questions.

"Grindelwald, you...why are you here?"

After a long time, Monte finally recovered from the shock and asked slowly with a trembling voice.

He tried several times to raise the wand in his hand, but he could never muster the courage.

More than fifty years ago, the first generation Dark Lord left such a deep impression on the wizarding world, especially in the school where Grindelwald was trained, no one has not heard of his name.

Hearing what Professor Monte said, the young professors around him and the students near the first row suddenly opened their eyes wide and looked at the man with light blond hair and blue eyes on the podium.

"Is he Grindelwald?!"

"Why is Grindelwald here?"

"..."

The noise in the hall suddenly dropped by dozens of decibels, but there were more whispers.

They never expected to see this famous senior, the most powerful and notorious Dark Lord before Voldemort appeared, at Durmstrang's graduation ceremony.

The mark of the Deathly Hallows carved by Grindelwald before he was expelled is still very clear on the wall not far away. Every time he passes by, the students will have a deeper impression of him...

In fact, there are still many students in Durmstrang who admire the most outstanding wizard in the school's history.

Many people secretly drew the Deathly Hallows mark left by Grindelwald on their homework books, thinking it looked cool - of course, they did not know the specific meaning of the mark and just used it as a decoration.

But it is undeniable that Grindelwald's influence in Durmstrang is indeed huge.

Looking at the many expressions of fear, shock, anticipation, and even enthusiasm in the audience, Grindelwald laughed happily.

"You don't have to look at me like this. I was also a student of Durmstrang. I came here just to see my old alma mater." He did not ignore Vice Principal Monte's question and said to the students in the audience with a smile. .

A cold sweat broke out on Vice Principal Monte's forehead... Although Grindelwald was indeed once a member of Durmstrang, he was an extremely dangerous Dark Lord!

When the Dark Lord suddenly claimed that this was his alma mater and wanted to come back to see it, Monte always felt that there was some daunting and profound meaning in it.

Compare this to another Dark Lord, and you can see what Voldemort did when he returned to Hogwarts.

Sure enough, Grindelwald's conversation changed -

"It seems like it's a coincidence that I'm here. I heard that you haven't elected the next principal here yet?"

He asked seemingly casually, but it seemed to give Monte a blow in the head.

"You...you want to?" Monte asked tremblingly.

"Don't be nervous, this...Professor Monte?" Grindelwald easily learned Monte's name using Legilimency, and said to him with a playful expression, "I don't want to usurp the position of principal, you value fairness and justice most. , isn’t it?”

Immediately, Grindelwald turned to face the many students in the audience, smiled relaxedly and said:

"Dear outstanding Durmstrang juniors, I will participate in your principal selection as a student who has studied at Durmstrang - everything will be based on the principle of fairness and justice, and the winner or loser will be decided by voting."

Monte stared blankly at Grindelwald's image of swaying freely on the podium, and just wanted to give himself a slap in the face for having set the rules for voting for the principal in the past.

Why do we have to mobilize students to vote when we can clearly become the principal directly?

Well now, suddenly a Dark Lord who had disappeared for fifty years appeared at the voting site and said he wanted to participate in the principal election.

Monte wanted to refuse his participation in his heart, but he couldn't muster the courage to fight against it - Grindelwald's reputation was so great that he couldn't even hold his wand tightly, let alone face-to-face with Grindelwald. DeVoe got it right.

Monte thought of a saying that was widely circulated in the past era——

If you are against Grindelwald's ideas, then go listen to his speech! In less than five minutes, you will spontaneously become a fan of this man, firmly believe in his ideas, and be willing to follow him wholeheartedly!

And Vice Principal Monte, who has experienced that era, knows that this sentence is true.

Unlike the terrorist Voldemort, Grindelwald has his own unique personal charm. He does not rely on extraordinary force to scare his followers, but directly conquers the hearts of all believers!

Monte sighed and put down the wand in his hand.

He knew that if Grindelwald was given a chance to speak, he would have no chance of winning.

So he looked away completely and simply gave up the opportunity to become the new principal.

"It is Durmstrang's honor to have a wizard like you participate in the principal election." Monte stood up and said solemnly.

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