The Omen of a Storm

The spikes that pop out from the back of the badge aren't the main point; the main point is the pale blue color with a metallic sheen, and if you get close, you can even smell a pungent odor.

Sean, clutching the badge, looked at Grindelwald: "Potions?"

Grindelwald didn't explain directly, but instead looked behind him.

On the small platform in the middle of the stairs, a group of officials from the Ministry of Magic, Pure-blood families members, and others were talking.

Upon noticing Grindelwald's gaze, regardless of their inner thoughts, they all offered a genuine smile and waved to the new chairman.

"Sean, you've already figured it out, haven't you?" Grindelwald returned the greeting with a smile, but his tone carried a lighthearted, amused quality.

"I think I guessed it..." Sean muttered.

Grindelwald's real plan.

He probably... never intended to take power peacefully...

Grindelwald gave him a satisfied look. "Not stupid at all."

Sean twitched the corner of his mouth. "I never expected this... I only realized something was wrong when I discovered this rain was strange."

Grindelwald reached out and caught a few drops of rain that had dwindled in size, his tone relaxed and content. "Many times, we don't need to go through so many roundabout ways."

He led Sean down the mountain, occasionally greeting the enthusiastic crowd around him.

Grindelwald wore a polite smile, but his voice carried a chill.

"Actually, I've thought about it. In today's social system, peacefully rising to power might be a good choice, just like now, I have the support of the vast majority of people."

"So you're going to flip the table if you don't support me?" Sean sneered.

Grindelwald laughed heartily.

"That's how it should be—I'm much stronger than them, and the strong always have more privileges."

He walked to the broken teleportation bridge leading to the town and said with a smile, "Just think about it, apart from the election ceremony for the new president of the International Confederation of Wizards, where else can so many wizards who are either powerful or passionate gather at the same time?"

So this is Grindelwald... Sean was already rolling his eyes a lot in his mind.

When Dave reminded Sean that something was wrong with the rain, Sean immediately realized Grindelwald's true objective.

It is quite possible that the Qilin Journey, and the plans involving himself and Jacob, were all just a random idea that Grindelwald came up with on a whim.

His target, hidden beneath his seductive speech, was the pillars of the Wizarding World present—whether high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, members of Pure-blood families, or outstanding wizards and witches of commoner origin.

There are even several other candidates to be added.

There are also the Guard Corps, Auror, and others stationed here...

Sean glanced at Grindelwald, whose calm expression concealed unparalleled confidence and a madness that dared to defy the entire world.

If his speech is unsuccessful, he will definitely grab all the opponents present and step over them to get to the position he wants.

"If the speech doesn't work out, you're going to take action directly, right?" Sean said softly.

Grindelwald smiled nonchalantly, "Of course, although I've always been an arrogant and conceited person, time has worn away my edges, and I've started to leave one backup plan after another, like Albus —ha, using more plans with more brutal methods, and using simpler thinking to achieve more useful goals."

So, the so-called "smoothing out the rough edges" means they're planning to wipe out everyone here in one fell swoop...? Sean's eye twitched.

He reached out and caught a drop of rain, asking, "What's mixed in with it?"

"The Fire Turtle Eggshell Powder is mixed with some Morakle Tree Sap," Grindelwald said in a light and cheerful tone.

"No wonder I was affected too..." Sean muttered.

The combination of these two magical materials can create a sense of ambiguity and make one's inner emotions more easily ignited.

Grindelwald continued, "Of course, everything I said came from the bottom of my heart. You see, my subsequent plans weren't even used. Wizards have been holding back for a long time."

"If the speech doesn't go well, are you prepared for a second round of rain?" Sean said.

"Yes, all we need to do is mix in some of the Graveyard Ghost Flower Dew picked during the full moon—it's very rare, but I happen to have cultivated some." Grindelwald raised an eyebrow.

Yes, the mixture of the first two magical materials will cause people to become confused and impulsive, while adding the Graveyard Ghost Flower Dew will turn it into a poison that will cause people to become weak and unconscious.

This Potions, which can barely be considered a poison, is very easy to prepare, but due to the scarcity of raw materials and its low cost-effectiveness, it has long been abandoned.

Sean only learned about it from reading Snape's notes.

He held the badge to his nose and sniffed it; the pungent smell invigorated him. "A stimulant Potions?"

"Looks like you've done well in Potions." Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "To be honest, I didn't expect today to be so easy; I didn't even have to lift a finger."

Grindelwald continued, "The Guard Corps thought my men were preventing Newt from reaching the scene, but I didn't care at all—my Saints had already figured out the Guard Corps's location and exact number of men during the chase."

He looked at Sean, Sean shrugged and continued, "If the speech doesn't work—you send a second rainstorm to incapacitate everyone, then the Saints can be restored with a mental Potions, and then—"

"Seize everyone present. Yes, a significant portion of the Wizarding World's backbone will become my prisoners, including several ministers and their secretaries," Grindelwald concluded.

This old man is really... he's about to bring down the entire Wizarding World... Sean sighed.

If anything unexpected happens during the speech just now, Grindelwald will immediately turn hostile.

The number one turn-on king...

Sean sighed speechlessly, then looked up at the sky and asked curiously, "What's that over there?"

Grindelwald became smug this time. "Sean, you know what? Failure is not terrible, and getting up from failure is not something to be proud of. What we really need is to learn from failure."

"I must admit that I still hate Magical Creatures, but I never refuse this simple way of helping others. Besides, your Professor Scamander has already demonstrated it to me twice, and I have to live up to his expectations."

Sean squinted at the sky and could vaguely see dark shadows swirling in the clouds.

"Thunderbird?" he asked.

"Correct answer, Newmontgard gets 100 points." Grindelwald snapped his fingers. "Four Thunderbird, two for the first rain and two for the second—I don't like them, but I have to admit, they're very useful."

"I'm truly speechless, you cunning and evil Dark Lord..." Sean found himself at a loss for words, and in the end, he rolled his eyes in a very ungentlemanly manner.

The two strolled casually through the small town in Bhutan, chatting relaxedly about Grindelwald's original grand plan to capture them all at once.

The streets were filled with fanatical wizards chasing the Guard Corps, who would erupt in cheers and applause whenever they saw Grindelwald, while simultaneously stomping even harder on the faces of the Guard Corps.

Grindelwald greeted everyone politely and sincerely, smiling easily.

"Honestly, I didn't want to do this kind of violent thing. Look at this peaceful and relaxed scene, they have truly accepted me."

The world where only the Guard Corps are injured has been achieved...

Sean followed Grindelwald through the towns of Bhutan, and finally, the two stood on a deserted cliff.

Grindelwald stood with his hands behind his back, squinting slightly as he gazed into the misty distance.

"I have heard that in Bhutan, if you listen carefully, the past will whisper to you."

Sean listened intently. The sounds coming from the village were the Guard Corps fleeing, the explosions of spells, and the fanatical shouts of believers.

Grindelwald laughed heartily, "But isn't the past always overwritten by the future?"

Sean looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked in a low voice, "So what exactly are your plans with Professor Dumbledore...?"

Grindelwald stiffened, even though he had looked perfectly normal when he mentioned Dumbledore just now.

"What can I do? I just need to do my job, and he just needs to do his job." Grindelwald's voice was like a faint mist in front of a cliff, so close yet so far away.

Just as Sean was about to ask more questions, Grindelwald continued to speak.

"You're bound to run into them eventually, and then, one of you has to die, right?"

Grindelwald's words plunged Sean into an icy abyss, his eyes widening in shock.

"Teacher? You must be joking..." he said with a forced smile.

Grindelwald turned his head, his eyes filled with a coldness and ruthlessness that Sean could not understand at all.

He suddenly smiled again, reverting to his usual lazy, proud, and happy expression.

"Haha, of course it was a joke."

Sean fell silent.

Are you kidding me...?

After a moment of silence, Grindelwald spoke first, "What, aren't you going to ask me about my plans?"

"What plan?" Despite feeling depressed, Sean still asked honestly.

Grindelwald suddenly burst into hearty laughter, laughing so hard he was doubled over, laughing... extremely happy.

"Of course, we should first kill those instigators, those idiots who tried to bind the entire wizard race—" He tilted his head back, stretched out his arms, and closed his eyes in ecstasy, "And wipe them all out first."

His voice, tinged with pleasure and enjoyment, was laced with a chilling murderous intent; this was the first time Sean had ever felt such a terrifying killing intent from Grindelwald.

This murderous intent even allowed him to glimpse a small part of Grindelwald's vast Magic Power Source.

Yes, the killing intent aroused magic, and the magic caused the air to shift—pebbles and damp soil floated and trembled, and the drizzling rain avoided this area.

Only Sean, standing next to Grindelwald, felt a chill run down his spine.

Is this the Magic Power Source a wizard can possess?! I've never even sensed such a vast and terrifying Magic Power Source from the Obscurus before!

Sean was stunned to realize that he didn't seem to have truly grasped just how powerful wizards of Grindelwald's and Dumbledore's caliber were!

This murderous intent, so different from anything he'd ever felt before... Sean immediately thought of what Marshall had shown Grindelwald.

That was the thing that froze Grindelwald in place.

Grindelwald's murderous intent lasted only a short while before the air and rain returned to calm, just like Grindelwald's expressionless face.

That thing triggered Grindelwald... and it's definitely related to Dumbledore!

Sean suddenly remembered something: the Blood Pact, which he hadn't seen since first grade.

Could it be...?

Sean frowned. This didn't make sense.

The great battle between Grindelwald and Dumbledore was clearly a grand spectacle, as Grindelwald himself told him.

At the edge of the cliff, Grindelwald glanced casually at Sean, his tone relaxed and even a little lazy. "Sean, if Albus really at odds, whose side would you be on?"

Isn't this tantamount to a blatant declaration?! Sean's depression intensified, and he didn't even open his mouth.

Grindelwald didn't seem to care. He continued, "After dealing with the parasites in our world, you should know what I'm going to do, right?"

Sean froze, staring at the other man in astonishment, and said incredulously, "You promised me..."

"I only promised you I wouldn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, and that promise still stands. However—" Grindelwald revealed a sinister smile, "It seems quite normal for the terrible Dark Lord to break his promise?"

He slowly walked into the town without looking back.

"Sean, as your teacher and my favorite disciple, I allow you to defy me if you disagree with my ideas, if you can do so—if you can't, then wizards will rule over Muggle."

Grindelwald left, leaving only Sean standing silently on the edge of the cliff.

A moment later, he spat unceremoniously toward the cliff.

"Pah! I shouldn't have come to this godforsaken place!"

When Sean returned to Hogwarts, it was already late at night. He even missed his afternoon classes, but the professors didn't scold him too seriously.

Firstly, there was no Potions in the afternoon; secondly, Sean's grades were excellent enough; and thirdly, this biggest news in the Wizarding World was too shocking.

Gellert Grindelwald delivered a speech known as the "Wizarding Awakening Declaration" at the election site, and with this speech, he was successfully elected as the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Cyril Marshall, the former head of the Wizarding United Guard, failed in his attempt to assassinate Grindelwald on the spot, thus exposing the Guard Corps's wolfish ambitions to the world.

Grindelwald's first decree after taking office was to disband the Guard Corps and interrogate all Guard Corps leaders!

The current head of the Guard Corps, Allison, disappeared that day, and an arrest warrant has been issued worldwide.

Correspondingly, several national Ministry of Magic have raised questions about the legitimacy of the new president's position, stating that they will not follow the new president's orders for the time being, given the uncertainty of the situation.

The Wizarding World was thrown into chaos overnight.

However, Sean was in a bad mood, received a belated birthday gift from Grindelwald.

The messenger brought a jewel-encrusted, Winky Ravenclaw's Diadem with a motto engraved on Ravenclaw's Diadem base.

"Exceptional wisdom is the greatest wealth of mankind."