The Forerunners organization was getting back on track, step by step. Now that Anton had found a solution, it was time to set Cabin's relocation to Sanctuary Tower in motion. The Navigators also needed to start promoting their Moon-landing Dolls to the outside world as soon as possible.
As for the more detailed work, each of Cabin's residents had taken charge of a group of Navigators and was leading them through their respective tasks.
One thing worth noting was that Voldemort—no, he should be called Speaker Tom Riddle now—was reforming the Magical World of the Americas. The framework had officially been established and was now operating quickly and efficiently.
"Of the seven Ministries of Magic, my people have direct control over four!"
Anton had come to the Magical Research Institute that day and overheard Grindelwald telling Dumbledore about it. Neither of them had made any effort to hide the conversation from him.
Dumbledore sipped his Lemon Honey Tea, his eyes narrowed as he pondered something.
Grindelwald tapped his fingers lightly on the table and continued.
"Interestingly, two of the other three went to local American Pure-blood Families. The Death Eaters only have direct control over one. Most of them were broken up and assigned to important positions in different Ministries of Magic."
"Clearly, Tom has no intention of continuing to rely on the old Death Eaters."
"I think it's because he's changed his approach. He's reducing the influence of Pure-blood Families and bringing Half-blood wizards, Muggle-born wizards, and Squibs into the fold."
Dumbledore nodded. "We all know that he's now more inclined to establish a Magic Army."
Grindelwald clicked his tongue and picked up his teacup. "Yes, a Magic Army, Magic Schools, the Department of Mysteries in the Magical Congress, and the Ministry of Magic. Four separate branches, with the