Sister, You're Not Dead?

Dumbledore, was a veteran of countless battles and had seen it all. After a moment of mental turmoil, he calmed down.

She's just a girl with the surname Grindelwald. Having the surname Grindelwald doesn't mean she's inherently evil—so what if she's Gale's descendant?

Dumbledore was always willing to give young people a chance.

The unrest wasn't due to Grindelwald's surname being associated with "Dark Wizard," but rather with Gellert.

Even if the Blood Pact has been torn up, it's unlikely that anyone would remain calm in the face of a child who suddenly appears—who might be the offspring of an ex-boyfriend (?).

only...

He was very familiar with the name, but couldn't quite place where he had heard it before.

In layman's terms, it's right on the tip of your tongue.

"It seems you need to make a trip to Nurmengard, Albus," Professor McGonagall said. "In case, I mean in case, she has something to do with that person..."

"You're right, Minerva." Dumbledore nodded gently. "I'll be heading to Nurmengard in a few days, and I think... if she really is his descendant, she'll surely be reunited with him at Christmas."

"Good."

Professor McGonagall nodded slightly after receiving Dumbledore's reply, then turned and left the Headmaster's Office.

England, 1898.

"This is the credentials of Miss Grindelwald Verathea Elizabeth Amaryllis Grindelwald of the Austro-Hungarian Empire," Grindelwald said, showing the credentials to the Goblin in Gringotts ' hall. "I need to go to Vault 313 to withdraw some money."

The Goblin opposite him took the voucher, looked up and carefully compared it with the magical signature. After confirming it, he nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Grindelwald, come with me."

The two boarded the track car and sped off to the entrance of Vault 313.

"This is it, Mr. Grindelwald," the Goblin clerk said.

Grindelwald stood at the gate, watching the Goblin open it.

What came into view was a dazzling golden light.

He subconsciously swallowed...

My God, so Galleon?

Well, since you left a message for me to come and collect the money, there must be other messages left in the vault, right?

well...

He felt a little lost.

Foolishly following that guy with the scar on his forehead, I really don't know what's so great about him, is that Scarhead Veela?

The first thing Grindelwald did upon entering was not to retrieve the money, but to search for any clues left behind by his sister.

only...

He searched the entire vault but found no information about his sister.

Grindelwald suddenly fell silent.

His sister has been taking care of him and raising him ever since he can remember.

The two depended on each other for survival, and had only each other for each other.

But everything changed after that Scarhead Veela appeared. The older sister no longer only had eyes for her little Gale, but also for that Potter!

Potter!

And now, that woman has abandoned her little Gale, determined to find that Potter at all costs! She's vanished without a trace!

Grindelwald suddenly felt betrayed, and had always...

Huh? What's this?

Grindelwald looked down and saw a delicate little Pocket Watch.

Could it be Time-Turner?

He bent down, and with his last glimmer of hope, picked up the pocket Pocket Watch.

But when he opened the Pocket Watch, he found a picture of the Scarhead inside, smiling at him as if mocking him as a pitiful wretch abandoned by his sister.

Grindelwald broke through the defense.

He roared angrily and threw the pocket Pocket Watch to the ground.

The Pocket Watch watch shattered with a crack, just like his young, innocent heart.

He looked up again at Mount Galleon.

This time, it wasn't praise for her sister's financial management skills, but resentment towards the Scarhead Veela.

Even more unacknowledged is the resentment towards her older sister.

Galleon...

My sister only told me to take 100,000 Galleon, but... look at this treasure vault, there are at least several million Galleon!

Ah... Al said he would fight me for For the Greater Good; it seems this money will be our seed money...

He picked up the wallet with the Untraceable Extension Charm and began stuffing money into it.

"Mr. Grindelwald!" the Goblin teller shrieked, "Miss Grindelwald only allows you to withdraw 100,000..."

"Imperio!" Grindelwald snapped his fingers.

He lowered his head and continued to look at the Galleon in front of him, along with various antique treasures...

"Oh, this star and moon bathrobe is so pretty..." Grindelwald saw the Star Moon Pajamas hanging on the wall, which seemed to be secured with dust-proof Charms. "Heh... it must have been a bathrobe that my sister bought for that wretched Scarhead Veela."

He was speculating maliciously in his mind, thinking, "Damn Scarhead Veela, what is it about you that makes my sister like you so much?" He then casually stuffed his robe into his wallet.

"It's a pity... my sister can't see it." He muttered softly, looking somewhat wistful, as he continued to rummage through the treasure.

But just as he was putting all the Galleon into his pocket, he suddenly saw his sister sitting at the very back of the vault, looking down at him.

"My dear Gale, is this what you're looking for?"

The older sister held the silver Diadem that symbolized her status in her hand, her expression playful.

"Sister?"

Grindelwald's wallet fell to the ground with a thud.

The antiques on either side suddenly came to life, transforming into two knights in full armor, who pinned him to the ground on either side.

"You're not dead?"

The woman in front of him didn't say a word, but just looked at him with extremely cold eyes, raising her wand and pointing it at his face.

"Sister, spare me, spare me!"

He instinctively begged for mercy.

He knew that in the past, whenever he caused trouble, his sister would soften her heart as long as he begged for forgiveness.

However, what awaited him was a scarlet Charms.

"Ah!!"

Grindelwald woke up with a start, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He's been having these nightmares lately, but his Eyes of Prophecy seems shrouded in mist, unable to see any clues through it.

Could it be... that my sister is really coming back?

Grindelwald reached for the water glass beside him and took a big gulp.

He was breathing heavily, trying not to think about the scene he had just dreamed about.

My God, that's just too...

He wasn't afraid of his sister disciplining him, but he was afraid of the way she looked at him like he was a stranger.

However, he didn't feel guilty. After all, if anyone was in the wrong, he thought it was his sister.

The LeMay family's house wasn't small; it was big enough to accommodate the the Scamander family, plus Harry and Veratia.

The Untraceable Extension Charm is a privilege even for an Alchemy who has lived for six hundred years... Besides, even if the French Ministry of Magic wanted to intervene, they couldn't find the exact location of the LeMay family, since it was already protected by the Fidelius Charm.

When Harry woke up in the morning, Harry found that Veratia's hair had suddenly turned back to silver-white.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, yawning. "Veratia, why has your hair turned white again?"

"I don't know either." Veratia looked at him with a smile and patted his bottom. "Go wash up and let your sister replenish your magic when you come back."

As Harry entered the bathroom, Perenelle's voice rang out from behind Veratia.

"How was it, Veratia?" Perenelle asked. "How was the hair-dyeing Charms?"

"Thank you, Mrs. LeMay," Veratia said with a demure bow. "This is extremely helpful to me..."

"However, I don't recommend you use too much, since he'll find out sooner or later," Perenelle said softly.

Veratia raised an eyebrow noncommittally, inwardly agreeing with Perenelle's words.

but...

She actually really likes this color.

"When we get back to Hogwarts, I'll have Lucius nominate you for the school board member," Harry said to Pabbie. "After all, this is compensation from the Goblin, and I've already spoken to the Malfoy family about it."

"Well..." Pabbie swallowed hard. "What did Veratia say? Do you agree?"

"That's also my advice to Harry, Pabbie."

Veratia used a knife to spread jam on a slice of toast, then carefully spread butter on it, added bacon and sausage in the middle, sandwiched it together, and handed it to Harry.

"Yes, yes." Harry took the heart-shaped Meiji, took a bite, and said, "Didn't you agree when I told you last time? Don't worry, we'll definitely make sure you become a Hogwarts school board member."

"Yes, Auntie," Newt agreed. "Besides Harry supporting you, Tina, Theseus, and I will all support you too."

"Me too," Mr. LeMay said slowly, sipping his tea leisurely instead of eating. "Oh, by the way, Dumbledore invited us to stay at Hogwarts for the new term. I think Perenelle and I really should move to a different place..."

"But Hogwarts doesn't have electricity," Harry said.

Mr. LeMay casually turned to look at the computer, and without turning his head, said, "Then I've decided to stay in France for the time being—at least until my research is finished."

The people in the room exchanged glances, all knowing what Mr. LeMay meant.

Going to Hogwarts is obviously less fun than staying home and playing Civilization.

After breakfast, Harry and Veratia said goodbye.

The two of them planned to go to Nurmengard for a look.

"Are you sure we don't need to come with you?" Newt asked worriedly. "Even if Grindelwald won't harm his sister, facing Harry... I feel like he..."

"No need, thank you, Professor Scamander," Veratia said with a slight smile.

"However..." Mr. LeMay suddenly said, "I do not recommend that you travel to Nurmengard by Apparition. After all, after Gellert formed the Witchcraft Party, he renovated Nurmengard, not only changing the landscape but also moving Nurmengard Castle into the mountains."

"Is that even possible?" Veratia asked in surprise.

Mr. LeMay did not answer; instead, he took out a map and marked it with his wand.

"Here."

"Okay." Harry picked up the map. "So, how do we get there?"

"I have a plan," Veratia said, grabbing Harry's arm. "Do you remember the car Hermione's father took us in? Let's just take the car there, shall we?"

"But we don't have a car, and I don't know how to drive..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Veratia dragged him out.

Ten minutes later, the two of them were sitting in the back of a luxury car, with Veratia looking at Harry with a smug expression.

"This is your method?" he said with a look of utter disbelief. "Controlling Muggle with Imperius Curse?"

Veratia didn't say anything; she simply leaned back in the back seat, closing her eyes to rest.

"Isn't this a bit much?" Harry said in a low voice. "He's just an innocent bystander, after all, we..."

"If he doesn't take us to Vienna, that guy will kill us in five minutes and steal all our money," Veratia said, pointing to Fang Yi.

Harry then realized and said, "Oh, I see. Veratia... you're so kind."

"But even if we go to Austria, we still need to find a way to get to Nurmengard Castle," Harry said to Veratia.

After thinking about it for a moment, Veratia also agreed that Harry made a lot of sense.

"Yes, you're absolutely right," Veratia said softly. "Gale must have cast Muggle-Repelling Charm on Nurmengard Castle, so the Muggle can't find the castle... But if only this car could fly."

"Flying?" Harry suddenly remembered the Weasley family's car. "I remember Mr. Weasley had a flying car. If we drove it, wouldn't it be easy to get to Nurmengard?"

Before he could finish speaking, Newt knocked on the car window a few times.

"I have a carriage," he said succinctly. "Thestral carriage, brought from Hogwarts —I can take you to Nurmengard Castle."

After hearing what Newt said, Harry opened the car door and got out.

After getting out of the car, Veratia lifted the Muggle driver's Imperius Curse and also deleted a small part of his memory.

As the car rumbled away, Newt looked at Veratia with a complicated expression, thinking that she truly was Grindelwald's sister, and her attitude towards Muggle was exactly the same.

However... he misunderstood Veratia.

Harry followed Newt onto the Thestral carriage, and he could even see the Hogwarts crest on the carriage door.

"Does this count as misusing a company vehicle?" Harry suddenly asked.

"No," Newt replied, "Because those four Thestral were originally mine."

Harry leaned back slightly as a sign of respect.

He knew that this Hufflepuff senior was incredibly talented in Magical Creatures, but he never imagined that even the Thestral carriage at Hogwarts were bred by him.

"I thought it was Hagrid's pet," Harry laughed, leaning back in the carriage.

"Hagrid does have a responsibility to take care of them, after all, I can't come to Hogwarts just to look after them." Newt smiled with his head down, "But I can still come to Hogwarts as a professor to take care of Aunt Pabbie."

"I think Pabbie would be very happy to have you all by her side," Veratia said softly. "At least among the people she knew back then, there was Theseus... and you were also her close nephew."

"Don't you have Gale too?" Harry nudged her arm with his elbow.

Veratia smiled but didn't answer; she was actually referring to Cassandra.

Cassandra, however, had no one she knew in the world a hundred years later—except Harry and herself, as her father and brother had both passed away.

As they spoke, the Thestral carriage started up and soared into the sky.

However, inside the carriage, it was as stable as flat ground.

Magic is indeed amazing.

They flew from morning until afternoon before finally arriving at the outskirts of Nurmengard Castle.

"I think you should go back, Professor Scamander," Veratia said to Newt after disembarking from the carriage. "After all, this is a family matter between Gale and me, and I hope you can understand."

"Okay, then feel free to call me anytime if anything comes up," Newt said, head down. "I'm going back now."

"Thank you, Professor Scamander." Veratia gave a ladylike curtsy.

"Well, goodbye, Professor Scamander," Harry waved to him.

The guards at Nurmengard Castle were not very tight; at least, they walked all the way to the edge of the castle without seeing any Austrian Ministry of Magic personnel on guard.

As they reached the door, two men in suits appeared before them.

"This is not a place for you, young wizards," the two said politely.

They didn't come out to stop them because they thought the two were Muggle who had wandered into this place by mistake.

After all, there are Muggle-Repelling Charm around the castle, so people without magic can't see it.

But as they walked toward the gate, the guards finally confirmed the two men's identities.

He's not Muggle, but seems to be a young wizard who wandered into this place by mistake.

"I'm here to find someone," Veratia said softly.

"The person you're looking for isn't here." The wizard opposite frowned. "You look like just students, right? Go back now!"

"The person I'm looking for is Gellert Grindelwald," Veratia said again. "If you know where he's being held, take me there."

"Gellert Grindelwald is a high-ranking criminal under the Ministry of Magic's watch, and outsiders are not allowed to visit him," the two wizards said in unison. "He's Durmstrang's student, isn't he? I need to remind you that you shouldn't consider worshipping Dark Wizard as a way to show off your eccentricity; it's not cool."

"Can't I even visit my own brother?" Veratia said softly, taking out her wand.

"What brother?" The two wizards felt they were being mocked. The girl in front of them was at most sixteen or seventeen years old, yet she came to Nurmengard specifically to visit Gellert Grindelwald and claimed to be her brother.

Are you playing us for a fool?

"Ministry of Ministry of Magic, Harry." Veratia drew her wand. "Disarming Charm!"

Harry understood Veratia's implication—the Ministry of Magic should use white magic as much as possible.

Harry followed Veratia's lead and disarmed another wizard.

Then, the two of them, in perfect unison, cast a Petrifying Charm on each of the two people.

"Let's go in through the main gate." Veratia reached out and took Harry's hand, just like when she first brought Harry to Nurmengard a hundred Christmas ago, head held high and chest puffed out with great pride.

The defenses inside Nurmengard Castle were not tight. From the main gate to the main hall on the first floor, Harry and Veratia only fought against six wizards who were guarding them.

Through Legilimency, it was learned that Gellert was warming himself by a fire in the main hall on the third floor.

Harry and Veratia made their way to the third floor without encountering any obstacles.

In front of the main hall on the third floor is a large door made of solid wood.

Pushing open the door, a bright and spacious view suddenly appeared.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, an old wizard with white hair stood with his hands behind his back.

"Did I remind you that you should knock before coming here?" His tone sounded somewhat impatient.

"But you didn't knock when you took my Galleon, Gale," Veratia said.

Upon hearing this voice, Grindelwald's back suddenly paused.

Then, he suddenly turned his head.

"Elder sister?!"

His voice contained a hint of disbelief, a hint of joy at regaining what was lost, and an indescribable resentment.

"I'm glad you still remember me as your sister, Gale." Veratia smiled as she looked him over. "It's just that I didn't expect that after all these years, my brother would become prisoner under the Ministry of Magic's watch...?"

"Yes, prisoner."

Grindelwald laughed, turning his gaze to Harry and forcefully smirking.

"Ha... Scarhead Veela... This is the boy you went to great lengths to find, even traveling through time? He doesn't seem to have anything special about him, except that the lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead is becoming increasingly prominent."

When Grindelwald met Harry, it was as if they were enemies meeting again; his white hair stood on end, each strand pointing towards the sky.

Veratia's gaze suddenly turned dangerous.

"Are you angry, my dear sister?" Grindelwald noticed his sister's protectiveness of Scarhead, shook his head, and chuckled. "Yes, it's certainly understandable that you're angry about your boy being mocked and ridiculed like this, but have you ever thought about how I was mocked after you abandoned me at eight years old and disappeared?"

He clutched his chest, his voice filled with anguish, and said, "I'm going to do everything in my power to prove to everyone that my sister does love me, that she just... she just disappeared, or that something happened to her."

"Oh, I forgot."

At this point, Grindelwald chuckled self-deprecatingly, "In your eyes, there's only your Golden Boy—just because he took the Diadem from the tree for you—don't tell me you're hopelessly in love with him because of that one small thing?"

Veratia's gaze softened slightly.

Even Harry turned his head to look at the distant snow-capped mountains.

He was also a little guilty. Although Gellert had emptied Veratia's vault, Veratia had abandoned her younger brother because of him, so he was indeed in the wrong.

Grindelwald noticed the guilt in his sister and the Scarhead Veela and felt a little relieved.

It seems... the emotional appeal strategy is indeed effective.

God knows how many times his sister has hung him up and beaten him in his dreams lately.

Even though he was a somewhat famous Dark Wizard, he still felt incredibly cowardly in the face of his sister's bloodline suppression.

He pressed his advantage. "I know that now that you've become a swan, soaring high in the sky, you can't see your poor little brother... But that doesn't matter. It's all in the past now. I can only try my luck in Britain and look for news of you."

"Do you know how happy I was when I learned that my sister had left 100,000 Galleon at Gringotts in Britain, sister?" Grindelwald chuckled self-deprecatingly. "But the truth dealt me a heavy blow. I searched the vault frantically for any message you might have left me, but there was nothing but those cold Galleon..."

"Yes, there's nothing, sister." Grindelwald looked up, sniffed, and seemed to be trying hard not to let his tears fall.

"Gale..." Tears welled up in Veratia's violet eyes.

"This is my revenge on you, sister." Grindelwald smiled, but the smile was bitter. "I'm glad to see you so angry—because I've finally made you feel pain, sister."

Veratia felt very guilty.

She admitted that she was not a good older sister, having abandoned her younger brother, with whom she depended for survival, for a boy.

"It's just 2,763,215 Galleon, it doesn't matter," she said.

A long, emotionless line traced across Gellert's mind.

You remember it so clearly, even the smallest details, and you still say it's not important?

He felt that something extra needed to be added—

"Of course it matters, sister," Gellert continued. "I know this is the money you've amassed by fighting your way from poacher camps in the British Isles to the Ashwinder Party's lair, and then wiping out the rebellious Goblin ' stockpile. It's your hard work—and I, Gellert Grindelwald, am proud to take my revenge by trampling on your hard work."

When he said this, Gellert had his hands behind his back, leaned forward slightly, and had a strange expression on his face.

"You know that it's your sister's hard work?" Harry instinctively felt he should defend Veratia, so he asked in return.

"Oh, Scarhead." Gellert looked at Harry with an expression of New World, "Revenge tastes sweet, doesn't it? I'll make my sister suffer the pain I went through, that'll give me some solace..."

After saying that, he looked at Veratia again.

"What are you still standing there for, sister? Don't tell me you're being soft-hearted—shouldn't you pick up your wand and hurl some curses at your brother who's trampled on your hard work? Just like you did to Hydra and the others!"

Gellert was still speaking softly, and his expression looked extremely smug.

But the more he acted this way, the more guilty Veratia felt.

She sighed softly.

"What, sister? More than a hundred years have passed, and you've even forgotten how to torture people with Charms?" Gellert laughed. "Oh... I forgot. I've been the only one who has experienced a hundred years without you, but for you, it was just a fleeting moment."

These words made Veratia stagger as if struck by a heavy hammer, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

She grabbed Harry's arm, seemingly to steady herself.

"No, Gale, I..."

"Alright, stop explaining, sister."

Gellert finally felt relieved and slowly walked forward to Veratia's side.

"Come on, raise your wand..."

"I..."

Veratia's glistening tears streamed down her cheeks.

Gellert's face still wore that calm and unhurried smile.

"I've lost my magic, Gale," she said.

Has it lost its magic?

Gellert's heart skipped a beat.

"That's true, how can time travel come without a price?" he said casually. "Perhaps you should let me accompany you to rediscover the magic."

"It's no use, Gale." Veratia shook her head gently. "However... I was Squib until I was fifteen, so I'm not exactly unsuited to this kind of life."

She held out a hand to Gellert.

Gellert reached out and placed his hand on Veratia's hand with some skepticism. After a while, he indeed did not detect any magic in Veratia.

"That's such a shame, sister," he said.

As he spoke, he quietly drew his wand from his waist with his hand behind his back.

Now that your sister has lost her magic, no one can save you, Scarhead Veela!

I'm going to hang you on the roof of Nurmengard Castle and let you stand in the cold wind all day!

Trust me, I'll make sure my sister sees you hanging on the rooftop!

The instant he touched the wand, he swiftly drew it away.

"Expelliarmus!"

Gellert's wand spun and flew into Veratia's hand.

He stared at Veratia in astonishment. He hadn't detected any Magic Fluctuation just now, just like with Muggle and Squib...

But why did she suddenly regain her magic?

"Gale".

Veratia's lips curled up slightly.

She handed the wand to Harry and said softly, "I'm your sister, Gale. How could I not know what you're thinking?"

"Sister, I..."

Gellert is now filled with regret, deep, deep regret.

Good heavens, why did I believe my sister's nonsense?

He even went so far as to take precautions by using Charms to test his sister's magical power...

"Oh no," was his last thought.

Then he felt his body fly up and crash heavily to the ground.

Just when he thought his old bones were about to break, his sister thoughtfully placed Shield Charm him.

Before he could even feel relieved, he realized that the Shield Charm was worse than not having any padding at all.

Although this way the bones won't break, the feeling of being slammed onto the floor is enough to drive anyone crazy.

"Gale," Veratia spoke softly, as gently as Gellert, "Who do you think in this room would mourn for you?"

"Nobody's here," he said honestly. "But Mom and Dad definitely won't..."

"You still have the nerve to mention Mom and Dad!" Veratia sneered. "Today I'll send you to meet them, you disgrace to the Grindelwald family! If you stay in this world, all you'll do is make potatoes expensive!"

As she spoke, Veratia flicked her wand, slamming Gellert against the wall.

The wall made a muffled thud, and even the chandelier on the ceiling began to sway precariously.

It was obvious that the old man was thrown up with considerable force.

"You took my money, and if you had succeeded, that would have been one thing, Gellert Grindelwald!" she sneered. "But what I can't accept is that you not only failed, but you were also locked up in a castle like a hamster!"

(I'll post the rest later; I've been deliberating for a whole day...)

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