Time to Find That Love Brain

Andy glanced at Malfoy. To be honest, the kid was fairly ambitious, but his personal abilities were lacking. Both his intelligence and temperament were mediocre; he was incapable of accomplishing anything great.

He was fine for running errands, but if they truly plotted great things together, that would be courting death.

"Dumbledore still has other uses."

After thinking for a moment, Andy said, "You may not know this yet, but Grindelwald has escaped from prison."

"Grindelwald...?"

Malfoy froze at the words, taking a long time to recall exactly who Grindelwald was.

A few years ago, Andy had mentioned the name "Grindelwald." Malfoy had even asked his father about it and heard quite a few legends concerning Grindelwald.

"Gellert Grindelwald?"

Malfoy confirmed, "He escaped from prison?"

"Yes," Andy said.

Malfoy fell silent for a moment, considering the impact Grindelwald's escape would have.

In Malfoy's mind, Grindelwald was like Voldemort: both were Dark Lords renowned throughout the world. Grindelwald's era had simply come earlier, to the point that few people still spoke of his legends now.

"He's been imprisoned for fifty years, hasn't he?"

Malfoy found it hard to believe. "Are there still people loyal to him?"

Andy: "..."

How was he supposed to answer that question? Because information was so scarce, Andy had trouble learning what was happening in Europe. He had no idea how many followers Grindelwald had gathered.

But one thing was certain.

No matter the era, Grindelwald's theories would find a receptive audience.

Because the space available for wizards to survive in was shrinking.

Muggle cities were lively and prosperous.

Yet wizards could only live in impoverished villages, working every day just to keep themselves fed.

Wizards were an immensely proud group. They wielded wondrous magical power; with a mere wave of their wands, they could accomplish things