Order of Merlin

Quirinus Quirrell wasn't the first person Klein had made so sick he vomited blood, and he certainly wouldn't be the last.

"After you sobered up," Klein looked at Quirrell's extremely contorted face, which was trying its best to pretend nothing had happened, and felt that this game was more interesting than he'd imagined.

"This is great."

Klein sighed inwardly.

Come to think of it, keeping Voldemort alive seemed more meaningful than getting rid of him.

Although the old snake had no nose, he could jump around and attract external attention for Klein. He could even satisfy Klein's unspeakable perverted desires at certain times.

He was simply the perfect tool!

"Professor Quirrell, what about your research results? And why do you look so terrible?"

If performance had levels, Klein would be a max-level Grandmaster. While silently praising Voldemort in his heart, he looked at the pale Quirrell with an innocent expression, like a naive baby, his eyes full of surprise.

"It's... nothing."

Quirrell painfully closed his eyes, trying his best not to look at that damned face. Suppressing the urge to vomit blood, he took a deep breath and pointed a finger towards the door.

"We'll talk about the research results later. Let's call it a day today. I'm tired."

The pain of tearing his soul apart and re-fusing it was self-evident. What supported him from collapsing and wailing was his absolute loyalty to Voldemort.

One wrong move could lead to losing everything.

He absolutely could not show any weakness now and arouse the suspicion of the person behind Klein!

"Alright then, it was a pleasure talking with you tonight, Professor Quirrell. Good night~"

Shrugging helplessly, Klein deliberately drew out his tone and walked out of the office, which Quirrell had dispelled the spells from, with a look of regret.

"Bang!"

He glanced back at the wooden door that had been shut heavily, a slight curve forming on his lips. He returned to the Slytherin dormitory with light steps.

Due to Professor Quirinus Quirrell's minor illness and the lack of available substitute professors, Hufflepuff's Thursday Defense Against the Dark Arts class was postponed to Saturday morning.

Knowing they couldn't sleep in during the holiday, the Hufflepuff first-years' reaction could be summarized as: "Angry, trembling, cold."

(So angry they were trembling all over. Sweating profusely and with cold hands and feet in the sweltering heat. Can Hogwarts ever be good? How much longer do you want us Badger House students to live before you're satisfied? Tears flowed uncontrollably. This castle is filled with oppression against Hufflepuff. When will Hufflepuff ever truly stand up?)

However, none of this concerned Klein.

He was currently standing on the elevated bridge in front of the castle with Dumbledore, waiting for the "Order of Merlin" to arrive.

"Klein, I apologize about your first Flying Class."

If not for the arrival of the "Order of Merlin," Klein would have been standing on the grass waiting for class like the other Slytherin students.

But...

Dumbledore didn't seem to notice any regret on Klein's face.

"It's fine. This is even better."

Klein wasn't looking forward to "Flying Class" at all. He had many ways to fly that were better than a Flying Broom.

Rather, the "Order of Merlin" had come at just the right time~

"Xilululu!"

The big shots of the wizarding world were as punctual as imagined. Around 8:55 AM, Klein and Dumbledore saw a giant carriage pulled by Pegasi appear in the sky in the distance. As the Pegasi's neighing reached their ears, it was exactly nine o'clock, not a minute off.

"Dada"

Four tall, pure white Pegasi landed on the elevated bridge in front of Hogwarts Castle and trotted to a stop before Klein and Dumbledore.

The giant carriage, decorated with pure copper and mithril, bore a golden "M" made of several wands.

That was the symbol of the "Order of Merlin."

"Kacha."

The Magic Lock on the carriage door slowly opened, like a shy rose blooming its petals. The steps automatically lowered, and a pale head emerged.

"Have we arrived?"

The old man, dressed in a dark green robe, mumbled and stepped out of the carriage, bending over.

"Nixlite, Herbology Master."

Dumbledore quietly introduced him to Klein.

Nix was just the first. In the next few minutes, Klein witnessed experts and masters from various fields of the current era.

Yafi Thompson, Wood Phoenix, Une Anglaus, Fila Hop, James White, Aberdo Hank. These were people he would have either courted or eliminated when he was Emperor in his previous life!

And...

Seven people?

To assess him, the "Order of Merlin" had sent a full seven people?

Even considering Dumbledore's face, this was too incredible.

One had to know that members of the "Order" were all masters and leaders in their respective fields. Not to mention their eccentric temperaments, each one was extremely arrogant. They were either conducting research or on their way to conduct research, so where would they find the spare time to bother with matters unrelated to their research?

The gathering of seven masters was so magnificent, it was almost comparable to a small Magic Summit.

"Haha, Dumbledore, my old friend, this must be Klein."

After a brief, perfunctory greeting, Aberdo Hank, the current Head of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, quickly got to the point, his gaze fixed on Klein.

The more he looked, the more satisfied he became.

It was understandable. Even setting aside magical talent, Klein's appearance was simply too striking.

Such a delicate and exquisite child, who wouldn't like him?

"Greetings, Mister and Madam. I am Klein, Klein Grindelwald."

Although he didn't quite understand why the "Master Healer" Aberdo Hank was looking at him so kindly, Klein suppressed his confusion and politely bowed to everyone, his attitude respectful, neither servile nor overbearing.

"Hmph."

Where there is light, there is darkness. Just as there were those who liked Klein, like Aberdo, there were also those who disliked him, like Fila Hop.

Of course, the eighty-six-year-old lady didn't have any personal issues with Klein himself. It was the surname she hated.

Grindelwald.

The surname that had once harmed her family and all of Europe!

When she received Dumbledore's letter and saw the words "Grindelwald family descendant," she had exploded. The Order of Merlin was actually going to welcome a Grindelwald?

She would never allow it!

Fila Hop harbored deep prejudice against Klein, and the others weren't much better.

In fact, apart from Aberdo, all the masters were scrutinizing Klein Grindelwald, the "most talented young man" mentioned in Dumbledore's letter.

He looked so much like him.

Those Eyes and that golden hair were practically carved from the same mold as Gellert Grindelwald.

However...

This child's gaze was clear, lacking the untamed arrogance of the "Dark Lord" from back then.

Sensing this, the masters' expressions unconsciously softened considerably.

"Hogwarts welcomes you!"

Pretending ignorance of his old friends' varied thoughts, Dumbledore smiled and warmly opened his arms.