Gellert Grindelwald was like an ordinary old farmer, holed up at his hideout day in and day out. He spent his time tending the garden and reading all kinds of Muggle novels, living a rather comfortable life.
But he couldn't keep the news from outside from reaching him.
So when he heard that Dumbledore had "forced" Demon Lord Soren to retreat, he froze for a moment, then couldn't help laughing out loud.
Dumbledore was a little stronger than him, but not by much.
That old man had managed to drive Soren away?
Dream on!
"The Ministry of Magic is really getting more and more ridiculous."
Muttering to himself, Gellert's eyes glinted with amusement.
Public opinion was important for stability, after all.
Everyone knew how that worked.
It was all old tricks he'd used himself. Nothing new.
Besides, did anyone really think he didn't know about the relationship between Dumbledore and Soren?
The general public had been kept in the dark by that old man and the young one!
But—
What did that have to do with him?
Seeing through it without saying a word was the best choice.
"Good for him. Dumbledore has a son now, too..."
After laughing for a while, Gellert seemed to recall something. His expression gradually faded, and a deep melancholy showed in his one good eye.
Soren was Dumbledore's adopted son (at least, that was what Gellert imagined). They might not be related by blood, but they were closer than family. Though they bickered and fought every day, at least they could talk face-to-face.
As for him...
When would he finally get to see Little Klein?
Sigh. What a worry~
After leaving the dining hall, Lupin hurried back to his office and used the special Portkey he'd left behind last time to return to Egypt.