The Wave Set in Motion by Its Instigators

Dumbledore would surely notice that after his father's successful election, Dumbledore would definitely tell the new minister about the recent murders, and his suspicious father would be even more cautious. Even if he had the opportunity to cast the Imperius Curse on him, the seeds of future trouble would be sown...

Dumbledore might even discover that his father is being controlled, at which point his master's plans will be exposed, and all their years of operation will be in vain...

Unconsciously, Barty Jr. broke out in a cold sweat. His fear didn't stem from a possible breakdown in his relationship with his father; he was simply worried and afraid that his master's plans would be thwarted.

Upon realizing this, Barty Jr. immediately bowed and apologized. "It was my oversight that I didn't consider things thoroughly enough, Master."

Evan Rosier, with a large gash on his head, trembled as he knelt down, begging for forgiveness.

Sean glanced at the two of them coldly, his tone indifferent. "From now on, use your brains when you act, understand?"

"Yes, thank you for your kindness, Master."

Sean glanced around at the Death Eaters present one last time, coldly uttering his final words. "At this crucial stage of the plan, mind your own business."

Then he turned into black mist and left Malfoy Manor.

Even after Sean left, the Death Eaters remained bowed respectfully, a scene that was particularly eerie in the already chilly living room.

After a long while, the group finally raised their heads, glancing at the expressions of their companions while secretly trying to calm their racing hearts.

Many people wore masks, and their faces looked rather unsightly in the shadows.

The Dark Lord is even more terrifying than before his return...

The Death Eaters originated from Voldemort's theory of bloodlines. Pure-blood were drawn to the ideology and captivated by the power. Of course, their masters grew stronger and more demanding under their watchful eyes, even to the point of...

Those who harbored these thoughts shrank back, pursing their lips tightly. They looked up furtively to glance elsewhere, only to meet another timid gaze.

Sure enough, I wasn't the only one who thought this way... quite a few people had the same idea.

Yes, over the years, the Dark Lord has become increasingly... irrational.

The powerful man became irritable and shallow, and oppressive methods became his only way to tame the Death Eaters.

They had seen Death Eaters punished or even killed for saying or doing the wrong thing before, but they could clearly sense that the Dark Lord had returned in a completely new body this time.

This powerful Dark Wizard had become somewhat different again. His irritable mind had calmed down, his thoughts had regained their former sharpness, and his actions were becoming increasingly unpredictable.

However, the cruel methods did not alleviate the situation. After just two gatherings, Antonin Dolohov, the most fervent follower, was reduced to ashes, and several others suffered terrible torture.

Voldemort has become even more ruthless... This is the opinion of most Death Eaters.

As subordinates, no, as servants, it should be a cause for celebration that their master has become resourceful again, but it means they must be even more cautious when facing the Dark Lord in the future.

Many people were already sighing inwardly, while the betrayer's heavy heart was hidden behind a mask.

Bella crossed her arms, mimicking Sean's earlier gesture as she scanned the crowd, finally letting out a cold laugh, "Ha—Master is powerful enough that he can be indifferent to certain things sometimes—but I'm different. As his most loyal servant, I have an obligation to do the little things he's too lazy to do..."

She paced slowly through the living room under the gaze of others, carefully observing everyone's eyes, and finally said, "Your thoughts are all in the Dark Lord's sight. He has given you an opportunity, so don't waste it, or else—I will personally send some of you to see Dolohov."

No one said anything more. They exchanged one last look with their companions, and then Apparition away.

The night outside the window grew even darker.

As Sean emerged from the Vanishing Cabinet and walked back to the Hogwarts Common Room, he stretched and muttered, "Something strangely easy about doing this..."

He found that when he imitated Voldemort threatening the Death Eaters, all his movements were so natural, as if he were Voldemort himself.

"Do I really have the potential to become the Dark Lord?" Sean muttered to himself, shaking his head as he went down the stairs.

In the shadows of the stone corridor behind him, Grindelwald, who had said goodbye to Sean earlier, was smiling as he looked in the direction Sean had left.

He heard Sean muttering to himself, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards even more sharply.

With that smile, he returned to his office.

Inside the room, Dumbledore was leaning against the wooden railing, gazing at the dark night sky outside, seemingly lost in thought.

Grindelwald casually sat back down in his chair and said nonchalantly, "Any progress?"

Dumbledore turned his head, his brow furrowing slightly. "We've uncovered some information, though not complete, but those exposed all share the same identity..."

"That damn Wizarding United Guard?" Grindelwald scoffed.

Dumbledore nodded. "Their determination to establish the Guard Corps is beyond my imagination. Burt Burke's guilt is established, but he has not yet been sent to Azkaban."

Grindelwald picked up a newspaper from the table and casually flipped through it, saying easily, "What tricks can they possibly pull... First, convict someone, then all they need to do is meet privately. I think the Burke family is still willing to exchange their support for the formation of the Guard Corps for Burt's freedom. Hmm, let me think, with the conviction so quick, everyone assumes Fudge is under public pressure. I guess he must have met with those people already, right? After all, without external intervention, his defeat in the July election was almost a certainty."

Dumbledore sighed. "Fudge... he's been acting too hastily lately..."

"Of course, does he look like a wizard? He looks more like a politician than any Muggle World politician."

"But now, the British Ministry of Magic is just a microcosm. The power behind that Guard Corps is far beyond my imagination. Gellert, didn't you receive any prior warnings?"

Faced with Dumbledore's skepticism, Grindelwald scoffed and said in a somewhat disgruntled tone, "Albus, you haven't forgotten what you said back then, have you?"

Dumbledore didn't speak, but he looked apologetic.

"Grindelwald —prove to me that you no longer intend to violate the Statute of Secrecy, that you no longer target the official forces of the Wizarding World, prove—" Grindelwald lowered his voice, mimicking Dumbledore's serious tone, then chuckled, casually crossing his legs and propping them up on the table. "Albus, for that Prophecy, I gave up an easy victory; to gain your trust, I cowered in this castle, becoming a headmaster as ridiculous as you. I thought that after all these years, we would at least be allies again, and now you doubt me?"

Dumbledore paused for a moment, and before he could speak, Grindelwald pressed his advantage, his voice growing louder and louder. "For so many years before, you were unwilling to even say a few words to me unless necessary. It was only after Sean enrolled that you gradually resumed contact with me—and that was only after I helped you kill Tom Riddle."

"Wow, the great Albus Dumbledore," Grindelwald said sarcastically, spreading his arms and raising and lowering his eyebrows. "I thought I had regained his trust, but it turns out it was all because of Sean?"

Dumbledore sighed, rubbed his temples in exasperation, and finally softened his voice. "Well, I admit it—so I apologize to you now, Gellert, I shouldn't have doubted you."

Grindelwald's displeased expression vanished instantly, his change of expression faster than Apparition: "Fine, I forgive you—damn it, why didn't I record your apology?"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly. "Get back to the point, Gellert. You have more sources of information than I do outside of England. You need to pay more attention."

Grindelwald shrugged. "Do you think a school principal doesn't need employees? I can only do my best, after all, your old friend is no longer the Dark Lord he used to be."

"They have a large presence, so the investigation isn't too difficult... The question now is, what is their purpose?"

Grindelwald finally dropped his nonchalant expression. He rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment before saying, "The methods aren't particularly sophisticated; they're all things I've already done back in the day... Actually, the purpose will become clear when the person behind the scenes reveals their identity. The purpose of the Guard Corps is obviously to gain control of the Wizarding World. You know, apart from my time, no official wizarding force in the world has ever raised a decent wizarding army, and violent weapons represent control of the world."

Dumbledore nodded. "If they have enough momentum, it will be a very troublesome thing."

Grindelwald snapped his fingers, "That depends on what they want to do. Obviously, they don't want to fulfill my old wish from back then—although they suppress Pure-blood families, it's only to win them over. In my opinion, they are most likely trying to suppress dissidents after they have truly completed that Guard Corps, and then completely infiltrate the Ministry of Magic in various countries."

Dumbledore frowned; Grindelwald's thoughts coincided with his own.

"Their ideas are similar to mine back then, but a single word makes all the difference: ' Wizard Supremacy ' versus ' Pure-blood Wizard Supremacy.' Tch, short-sighted fools," Grindelwald scoffed.

Dumbledore glanced at his old friend beside him, who had a disdainful expression, and said in a deep voice, "We must consider whether there are deeper forces behind them, such as that thief whose identity has not yet been determined."

Grindelwald knew the other person was referring to the Mysterious Person stole the key to the Realm of Illusion. He narrowed his eyes. "It would be easier if we focused on the Prophecy. We know far more than they do, and the key to the Prophecy still lies with Sean —ha, you should really look at what that kid has been up to lately. I really admire him."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Sean... but Gellert, promise me you won't completely cramm your ideas into his head, okay?"

Grindelwald shrugged innocently. "You don't really think of him as a second-grader, do you? He's very mature and knows how to filter information. If you see my shadow in him, it only proves that he really thinks it's the right thing to do."

"...Alright," Dumbledore shook his head, "I need to talk to Fudge again. The Wizarding United Guard is a ticking time bomb..."

"It's probably not going to be of much use. While we've been focused on being the headmasters and studying Prophecy all these years, they should have already started to take over. The fires I set back then did bring some benefits to ordinary wizards, but over the years, the former leaders want to take those things back. Albus, you should think about whether the knife will come down on you if that bastard Guard Corps is formed."

"Yes..." Dumbledore chuckled self-deprecatingly, "We are the two thickest shadows before the knife, but..."

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "Are you still going to play your game of tolerance and love? Albus, you really are... No wonder you weren't ruthless enough when you asked me to deal with Riddle."

Dumbledore's pale blue eyes gleamed slightly behind his glasses. "Many times, acting on impulse cannot solve the fundamental problem, and I must admit that my weaknesses are far more numerous than they imagine, my concerns, my worries..."

Grindelwald paused, then sat up straight and looked at the other man, finally laughing, "Great Albus Dumbledore, I hope you will point me in the right direction in the future."

"If I could see it clearly."

The two exchanged a few final words, Dumbledore left Newmontgard.

Inside the office, Grindelwald looked up at the dazzling, ornate chandelier, his eyes reflecting the light.

"The great Albus Dumbledore many weaknesses, and no one would believe it if I told them..." he chuckled.

Then came a long silence, until Grindelwald got up and walked to his Common Room, the lights went out, and his murmurs remained in the room.

"Sometimes, weaknesses make us stronger..."

One night he was a cold and ruthless Dark Lord, and the next day he became a studious student with a strong thirst for knowledge. Sean was quite natural in switching between his two identities.

However, the atmosphere at school was no longer so innocent. Fabian Aiken, who was determined to seek revenge, often stared at Sean with a vicious look without any attempt to hide it, and there were more and more reports in the newspapers. His arrogance was also growing.

The students were discussing whether something big was about to happen. Sean and Hermione had already identified the culprit behind these events through information— the Wizarding United Guard.

As Pure-blood Wizard continued to be arrested, ordinary wizards cheered, failing to notice that none of those arrested were sentenced—and under these circumstances, news about the United Guard Corps began to spring up like mushrooms after rain.

The vast majority of these stories involve a wizard defeating a Dark Wizard, rescuing a gentleman or lady from a predicament, or bravely confronting Pure-blood.

Many whistleblowers who exposed the illegal activities of Pure-blood Wizard bravely stepped forward, and without exception, they were all related to the Wizarding United Guard.

Under these circumstances, the calls for the establishment of the Guard Corps of honor grew louder and louder, and the statements from the Ministry of Magic of various countries changed from "to be discussed later" to "under consideration".

The wave is starting to rise.