Andros the Invincible

The faces of the Ministry of Magic representatives in the audience were extremely grim— Grindelwald had not considered giving them a way out, nor had he even thought about maintaining the appearance of propriety.

In this highest-level meeting of the Wizarding World, he was practically telling everyone openly: If you dare to cause me trouble, I'll settle the score with you immediately.

A sense of regret was creeping over them.

Why are there people who care so little about appearances and are so vengeful...?

However, the opinions of the jury members were no longer on Sean's mind. He strode out of the meeting, with several of Grindelwald's close Saints following closely behind.

"Go to the chairman's office as usual. The representative for the private meeting should be coming to invite you later. Remember to be assertive." Professor Rosier's mouth didn't open, but her voice rang in Sean's ears.

Throughout the journey, she used this magic to give Sean hints.

Sean tugged at his tie slightly, indicating that he was aware of the situation.

"Abernathy, proceed as usual. Inform the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to come see me later. The trial of those people tomorrow will be entirely in your hands. Cooperate well with the Director then." Sean imitating Grindelwald's unique voice, he calmly gave the order.

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald," the newly appointed secretary to the chairman Abernathy, replied respectfully, his voice tinged with barely suppressed excitement.

Lord Grindelwald entrusted me with this important task with such confidence.

Grindelwald never hesitated to encourage and praise this loyal Saints, especially since the young man before him was the grandson of the Saints Abernathy.

"Abernathy," Sean chuckled, stopping to pat the man on the shoulder, "I was extremely pleased when your grandfather recommended you to me."

A flush of excitement rose on Abernathy's face.

"The group rebuilding the new world has gained fresh blood, and with a wizard like your grandfather around, I've believed from the beginning that you would deliver a satisfactory result as well," Sean encouraged him with a smile.

Abernathy suppressed his excitement and tried to appear more composed. He nodded calmly and replied solemnly, "I will certainly not let you down, Lord Grindelwald."

"That's what I think too... Also, in public, call me Mr. Chairman, my child." Sean patted the other's shoulder affectionately, like a kind and charismatic old man.

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald... Mr. Chairman." Aberdeen was practically ready to kneel down to show his loyalty.

"Oh, looks like you, like Vita, still need an adjustment period—alright, go ahead and do a good job," Sean said with a smile.

He then repeated the same tactic, and after a conversation, the Saints around him were in a state of fanaticism, their excitement and pride impossible to conceal.

A hint of surprise appeared in Professor Rosier's eyes, who had been watching quietly.

The Saints around him were all direct descendants of Grindelwald's old subordinates who had followed him in his rise to power. After Grindelwald was successfully elected chairman, they were assigned to some important positions.

In general, there is no doubt about their loyalty and ability; however, young people always crave encouragement from their idols.

Sean did this very well. When he faced those old Saints, he would just give them a casual greeting. Because those old subordinates didn't need to be won over or encouraged, this friend-like attitude made them appreciate it more.

When facing passionate young people, Sean always provides appropriate encouragement in his capacity as Grindelwald, which not only brings him closer to these new Saints but also motivates them to be more driven in their future endeavors.

After careful consideration, Rosier was surprised to find that if the real Lord Grindelwald were present, he would have done almost exactly the same thing as Sean.

To see through a person's heart, and then cater to their preferences while maintaining one's own dignified image, being approachable yet powerful, with an arrogance on one's face that makes it difficult to feel Envy or resentment.

A benevolent, great, and one of the strongest wizards of our time should be so.

Rosier watched Sean quietly from the side, doing the same thing Lord Grindelwald was doing.

No wonder they're master and apprentice, no wonder Lord Grindelwald likes him so much...

Rosier could only sigh inwardly at this moment.

A moment later, another little idea popped into her head.

If, I mean if...

If I want to get closer to Lord Grindelwald, could I start by getting close to Sean...?

Sean, perfectly embodying Grindelwald, had no idea that the aloof and beautiful woman beside him, the current headmistress of Newmontgard and Grindelwald's most trusted confidante, was thinking about this very thing...

Otherwise, he would definitely have sighed.

A straight woman pursuing a gay relationship seems like a distant dream...

As they were talking, and they were almost at the chairman's office, a group of people suddenly emerged from around the corner of the corridor, led by a man in a sharp suit.

Sean chuckled; he knew this guy well.

On that Paris Night, he was taken to an interrogation room for a private questioning, and the interrogator was none other than the man standing before him, Mark Pont.

Later, he pretended to be possessed by Voldemort in Newmontgard and successfully "removed" the parasite after a great battle with Professor Rosier. The person who then handled the aftermath and brought in Snape to give him a lie detector test was also Mark Pont.

It seems our Mr. Pont is indeed very capable and doing quite well.

Mark Pont had no idea that the Grindelwald before him was the third-year wizard Sean, whom he had interrogated many times before. He maintained a serious expression and strode over.

"Mr. Grindelwald, a joint delegation of representatives from the Ministry of Magic of England, France, and other countries has invited you to a private meeting," Mark Pont said, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, but rather quite imposing. "In addition, we also need your answers to an incident that occurred a few days ago at the Department of Mysteries of the British Ministry of Magic."

The young Saints who had just been encouraged by Sean immediately stepped forward, each with a cold expression.

"Are you questioning the new president of the International Confederation of Wizards, sir?" Abernathy maintained the demeanor of a president's secretary, but his words were icy cold.

"No need to get so worked up, Abernathy."

Sean, oh no, I mean Grindelwald.

He smiled at the other man, and only when Pont couldn't help but arch his neck and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly did he take a step closer and slowly turn his body to the side.

He brought his ear closer. "Sorry?"

Pont felt a pang of panic, but he remembered his superior's instructions. "Grindelwald won't do anything to you, you need to be assertive."

Thinking this, he forced himself to keep his back straight and then replied in a deep voice, "I think I've made myself quite clear, Mr. Grindelwald —ah!"

Pont knelt on the ground, his body convulsing violently.

Behind him, several wizards who had been on high alert immediately raised their wands and aimed them at Rosier.

The other party just used Unforgivable Curse in public?!

Rosier didn't even glance at the group. She gracefully put away her wand, her voice as calm as still water.

"When facing the new chairman, I think it is necessary for me to teach some people what respect means."

Well done! That fits the mindset of a Grindelwald die-hard fan. But that Cruciatus Curse was really vicious; even I might not have been able to dodge it...

Sean inwardly praised him, then frowned at Rosier with a hint of reproach. "Vita, how could you treat our guest like that?"

"I was rash, please punish me, Lord Grindelwald." Professor Rosier immediately lowered his head.

Sean looked troubled and pondered for a moment, then magnanimously waved his hand. "No need, since you weren't hurt—but be careful next time."

"Thank you for your kindness."

Pont knelt on the ground, letting out a silent wail, while the wizards behind him found it utterly absurd.

What do you mean, "because you weren't hurt"?! It was clearly that woman who attacked Mr. Pont! Mercy?!

What's even more infuriating is that they dared not contradict the man named Grindelwald.

Sean bent down and glanced at Pont, then slowly straightened up and put his hands behind his back.

"What did this gentleman just say? Can you all repeat it?"

Retell it?! The group of people all took a step back, terrified!

When you ask us to repeat it, could you please not let that blue flame ignite on your hands? It's right behind you! We all saw it!

The remaining few people had no way to express their suffering and were filled with regret, wondering why they had ended up on this mission.

"Hmm? My question isn't worth answering?" Sean's eyes narrowed slightly.

The temperature in the entire corridor seemed to drop by more than ten degrees instantly, and the biting air made it hard to breathe!

Just as those people were caught in a dilemma, a hoarse voice rang out.

"Grindelwald, why make things difficult for the younger generation?"

The main character has arrived...

Sean smiled slightly, the blue flame in his hand not extinguished, and he let out a happy and mocking sound.

"What a surprise—the shadowy figure who dares not stand in the light actually dares to appear in front of me."

"I'm here to talk to you, Grindelwald, don't go too far!" The hoarse voice carried a hint of anger.

But Sean stood still, his lips slightly upturned, his smile unrestrained and arrogant.

"It seems the passage of time has made you forget all manners? Allow me to tell you some good news—" Sean raised his chin, his eyes cold and ruthless, "I once served as the principal of Newmontgard, and my forte is... educating and nurturing students—"

From the corner where the hoarse voice came from, two people shrouded in black robes exchanged a glance.

They communicate in ways that others cannot perceive.

"Grindelwald is tougher than I thought..."

"After all, he has already mastered half the power of the Wizarding World..."

"I'm afraid the talks are not going to work out?"

"No way to talk... Forget it, we can't control Grindelwald... But we still need to talk, remembering our original purpose..."

"Um..."

The exchange lasted only a moment, and the hoarse voice said, "It was my oversight... Mr. Grindelwald, we hope you can talk to us. After all, nobody wants to see the Magical World fall apart, do they?"

They gave in so quickly? Sean became wary; this meant the other party had ulterior motives...

However, he no longer needs to maintain an unreasonable attitude.

Sean withdrew the blue flame from his palm and smiled wickedly, "Ha, this is getting interesting..."

Having said that, he stepped over the still convulsing Pont and walked toward the source of the sound.

A man in black robes was waiting there, and then led him toward a room.

Watching the other party's floating posture, Sean became increasingly wary. The Returners had actually taken the initiative to show up and negotiate with Grindelwald.

Although Grindelwald had always known of the Returners ' existence, these guys had always operated in secrecy and never exposed themselves to the public eye.

This is interesting...

Upon entering the room, Sean finally met the person in charge of the meeting. The other party no longer concealed his face, and his pearly white body appeared brightly before Sean's eyes.

He was a middle-aged man with typical Caucasian features, extremely tall, over two meters, with full lips, powerful muscle lines, and perfectly symmetrical unibrows.

Physical characteristics have confirmed the other person's identity; they have the typical appearance of Ancient Greek.

The other party was a powerful wizard from the prosperous period of Ancient Greek, who then returned to this world as Half-Ghost.

Moreover, for some reason, Sean felt that the other person looked vaguely familiar. It wasn't that he had seen the other person before, but rather that he had seen some kind of image modeled after the other person, but not quite accurately depicted...

"Grindelwald, you should know who I am, but I still need to introduce myself," a hoarse voice seemed to be a common feature of the Returners, but the other's voice still carried a sense of pride and confidence, "My name Andros."

Sean was slightly startled. The other party was none other than the historically famous Andros?!

No wonder it looked familiar; I'd seen it in Chocolate Frog Card. Although it didn't look exactly like it, there was a similar charm to it.

The invincible Andros, born in classical Greece, is the only officially recognized powerful wizard in history to possess Patronus the size of Giant.

At the same time, he is also famous for his powerful magic. Many people cannot even withstand a single spell from him. To put it simply, he is invincible against magic.

Although he was shocked inside, Sean remained outwardly calm. He even chuckled and then sat down on the opposite sofa, elegantly crossing his legs.

"Not a bad self-introduction." He clapped his hands perfunctorily.

Andros's pearly white face didn't reveal much of his expression; he simply said in a deep voice, "Grindelwald, you are the most arrogant wizard I have ever met."

Sean dusted off his sleeves and said nonchalantly, "I'll allow you to change that word to—arrogance."

Andros narrowed his eyes slightly.