Klein Grindelwald Desires Peace

As an ordinary person who had accidentally crossed into a fantasy world, this wasn't the first time Klein had received an admission invitation from a magic school.

Only, the last time he'd been invited was by Durmstrang.

That school, located in northern Norway and renowned for Dark Magic and combat spells, had become Klein's bridge to his first contact with the mysterious world.

If he could have, he would have liked to keep the title of "Most Talented Wizard in Durmstrang History" and quietly study magic there in peace. Unfortunately, the exposure of his family secrets caused the fear that the surname "Grindelwald" carried to once again grip everyone's hearts.

That extraordinary talent, that striking appearance—when people flipped through history books, they were horrified to discover that another "Dark Lord" had grown up right under their noses!

Even though Klein had only been quietly immersed in his own research, never disturbing anyone.

Improvements to the Healing Spell, innovations to the Armor Spell, the connection between Transfer Spells and alternate dimensions, methods to summon a Patronus by abandoning emotion—

The more astonishing his achievements, the more uneasy the magical world became.

People both enjoyed the fruits of his research with clear consciences and feared this last remnant of the Grindelwald family from the depths of their hearts.

In the end, a secret vote stripped Klein of his freedom entirely, forcibly confining him to a cell less than five square meters.

And then—

Countless ghouls and undead spirits broke through the prison!

Klein Will Grindelwald.

This quiet, taciturn genius displayed a talent for Dark Magic far more terrifying than ordinary magic!

No lofty ideals, merely revenge.

Whoever stood in his way, he would take their life.

One man challenging the entire magical world.

The most absurd war in magical history erupted.

In the first month, the German Ministry of Magic was breached by ghouls and Dementors. The masses were incensed, believing the despicable Grindelwald remnants had finally revealed their deeply hidden, filthy ambitions.

In the second month, the French, Italian, and Polish Ministries of Magic fell one after another. People fell silent, and no small number of fanatical "Grindelwald followers" emerged.

In the third month, most of the European magic world had fallen. People began to fear—when all those malicious speculations became reality, they were horrified to find themselves utterly powerless against the most powerful evil wizard in history.

In the fourth month, with the exception of Britain, the entire European continent was under Klein Grindelwald's rule. Amidst the cheers of the masses, the "Black Emperor" was crowned.

In the fifth month, as expected, the British wizarding world fell. The great Emperor Klein had only sent a single guard unit, and all of England bowed at his feet.

Incidentally, Mr. Harry Potter, the "Savior" who had once rescued the British wizarding world, was also pinned with great hopes in the final battle. Unfortunately, he could not repeat the miracle and died a heroic death.

One year later, the American magical world also swore allegiance. The divinely born Grindelwald I achieved a glorious feat even his ancestors could not accomplish!

Three years later, the Wizard Alliance besieged Berlin. The Magic Empire collapsed in an instant. Klein Grindelwald died with a smile on the Mithril Throne, Annihilated.

Aged, twenty-seven.

People cheered and rejoiced, trampling the "Mysterious Eye" banner that symbolized the empire underfoot, praising this epic, great victory with all their fervor. Yet no one knew why the "Black Emperor" had revealed that meaningful smile at the moment of his death.

Except for himself.

Many people don't know what they truly want.

But Klein did.

After seeing off Dumbledore, he returned to his room. The aggressive aura vanished, replaced by an indescribable temperament.

Calm. Detached.

Klein Will Grindelwald.

The "Black Emperor" who once held power over the world had used a forbidden soul-burning magic to successfully travel back through time twenty-seven years, beginning his third life!

"Heh."

After a long silence, a faint smile curled at the corner of Klein's lips.

Traveling the world, seeking out Bathilda Bagshot, meeting Albus Dumbledore—all of this was part of his plan.

So far, he was doing well.

"This time, I sincerely hope others won't come to bother me."

Murmuring to himself, Klein leaned back against the headboard without even taking off his boots, opening the thick book he always carried with him.

It was a Compendium of Curses (Abridged Edition). Every spell had been modified and scribbled over with a pen to varying degrees, looking like a mess of random scrawls at first glance.

"There are no secrets before my eyes."

Muttering the Unsealing Incantation, under Klein's gaze, the old Compendium of Curses transformed into something else.

Deep. Obscure.

The pitch-black ancient book exuded an ominous aura, like a bottomless abyss. On the paper, darker than night, words like flames burned silently.

"Five Attempts at Cooking Dragon Meat," "Protection and Disguise of the Soul (※)," "Contractual Laws of Yin-Yang Shikigami," "Curses and Counter-Curses," "How to Summon Demons Without Cost," "Maintenance of the Egyptian Scarab's Exoskeleton," "Conjecture on the Combination of Ghoul and Bone Demon"—

One proposition after another. One mad idea after another.

Even though he had once held power over the world, Klein had always insisted that he was a pure scholar.

Power is merely a byproduct of exploring the mysteries of the origin.

In fact, this was also why he was happy to see the Wizard Alliance destroy the empire he had built.

Being an emperor was too exhausting; he had long since lost interest in playing that game.

But there was no way back.

Since that was the case, then let's load the save and start over~

This time, he would make up for all the regrets he once had, enjoy life to the fullest, and silence all doubt and prejudice. This time, he would ascend to the supreme Mithril Throne in a different way, making everyone willingly sing his name!

"Dumbledore's Legilimency is even more formidable than I imagined. Fortunately, I was prepared."

His fingers lightly brushed over the fire-like script. Klein recalled his recent clash with Dumbledore, and his mood unconsciously brightened.

Was it the mutual admiration of worthy opponents, or the thrill of a collision between two masters of performance?

He let out a silent laugh.

Regardless, Albus Dumbledore—this old fox—was quite to Klein's liking.

In his previous life, Dumbledore had left the world early because of Voldemort. Klein, who had been holed up in Berlin doing research after being expelled from Durmstrang, had never actually met him. Everything he knew about this Great Wizard, aside from the plot he was already familiar with, came mostly from the cards included with Chocolate Frog.

That gentle, selfless, wise, and scheming old man was perfectly suited to be Klein's "shield," fundamentally eliminating many of the troubles he had encountered in his previous life.

And Hogwarts.

Would become his perfect "sanctuary."