When the old and young Grindelwalds successfully reclaimed their ancestral property, Dumbledore wasn't idle either.
As Minister of the English Ministry of Magic and a renowned Great Wizard in Europe, he had been invited to Switzerland—to the International Magical Alliance headquarters.
"Mister Dumbledore! Over here!"
"Could you tell us what you think of the dire situation across the ocean?"
"If it were you, would you have handled things better than Chairman Samuel?"
The moment they spotted Dumbledore, the reporters swarmed around him like sharks scenting blood.
With so many cameras and microphones thrust in his face, Dumbledore couldn't very well refuse to answer.
"I deeply sympathize with our fellow American wizards and their plight.
This International Magical Alliance meeting is being held to address the threat posed by the Mysterious Monster.
As for Chairman Samuel, he is an excellent wizard. We can't dismiss his contributions to the American magic world over a single incident."
Dumbledore's answer was thoroughly diplomatic, but the reporters weren't satisfied.
Before they could ask anything else, however, several Aurors forcefully drove them away and escorted Dumbledore into the meeting hall.
"Minister, this way, please."
Dumbledore was highly respected. With the terrifying monster threatening America, they might ultimately need someone of his stature to step in personally. How could they not treat him with respect?
He had been keeping an eye on the situation across the ocean, but now that he saw it firsthand, it looked even worse than he'd expected.
Dumbledore smiled and glanced around the hall.
Hmm.
Quite a few familiar faces.
Most were old friends from the Order of Merlin.
The Great Wizards who spotted Dumbledore came over to greet him as well.
"Hey, Albus, come over here!"
"Long time no see, old friend."
"I hear you've recently taken on a promising student. That