Let Us Welcome the New Era

"Anton, my student..." Voldemort rocked the silver-gray Wand in his hand and looked at Anton with a cold sneer. "You reminded me that this so-called power of resurrection isn't infallible."

Anton said nothing. He pressed his lips together and glanced at the Dark Wizard quietly moving his Flying Broomstick below the building.

That was the bastard who had been controlling the Squib Mercenaries from behind the scenes and sending them after him. There was no way he'd let him slip away just like that.

Although Voldemort was behind all of this, this Death Eater was just a hired hand.

But a unique Dark Magic Creature had taken root in him, born from Anton's own large-scale experiment. He was simply too valuable to study.

Old Voldy kept yammering away in the sky. "It's true. Think about it. Our Horcruxes keep us from having to go to the World of the Dead, letting us drift through this world in search of a chance to return. But time changes everything. By the time we're resurrected, so much has happened that it can never be undone."

"Everything..."

"Has already been decided."

"I'm sure you understand that feeling." Voldemort's lips curled slightly as he turned toward Grindelwald on another rooftop. "I can feel your helplessness. You're so old now, and you've lost the most precious, energetic, ambitious decades of your life."

Grindelwald paid no attention to the youngster. He merely frowned and gazed up at the sky, one azure eye gleaming.

At times, he looked furious; at others, his expression turned strange, then knowing. At last, a smile touched his lips, tinged with surprise. It was a peculiar, enigmatic smile. He glanced thoughtfully at Anton, then at Voldemort, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

But he said nothing.

"Ha." Voldemort chuckled. "That's fair. Perhaps