Grindelwald: Owl Messenger

Isaac put away the three ten-pound notes Mrs. Granger had paid not long ago, then casually packed up his little stall.

There was not much to the stall—just two small chairs, a folding tea table, and its signboard.

Mrs. Granger instinctively reached out to help, only to find that Isaac lifted everything as if it weighed nothing.

Was he making light work of heavy things, or was the boy simply incredibly strong?

"Mrs. Granger, don't worry. You'll have your answer tomorrow."

It was not until Isaac had vanished from sight that Mrs. Granger finally came back to herself.

"Hermione..." Mrs. Granger looked at her daughter. Could that boy truly be one of her kind?

Then had he received an admission letter from Hogwarts?

Hermione was no longer her usual quick-witted self. At the end of the day, she was only an eleven-year-old girl.

When faced with something that shattered her worldview, her brain was bound to crash.

Fortunately, young brains worked well. Hermione suddenly spotted the flaw.

"So no matter what, we just have to wait for tomorrow, right, Mum?"

Whether Hermione Granger would one day make something of herself in the niche field of the Wizarding World was still far too distant a matter for either Hermione or Mrs. Granger to predict.

But there were only a dozen or so hours left until tomorrow. Even including the whole of tomorrow, there were barely more than thirty hours.

This was the Granger family's best chance to verify Isaac's prophecy.

"Yes, Hermione. Let's go home!" Isaac had already left, and there was no point in Mrs. Granger and her daughter continuing to stand around foolishly.

So she took her daughter home.

The moment the mother and daughter arrived, they saw Mr. Granger pacing back and forth through the living room, looking thoroughly excited.

They had witnessed this very scene not long ago.

It was the astonished look Mr. Granger had worn when he learned that his daughter might receive an admission letter from a magical school.

"Darling, they replied! Just like last time, the letter was delivered by an owl. I even gave it some jerky to eat!

The letter says a Hogwarts professor will visit our home tomorrow morning!"

"Mum, tomorrow—it's tomorrow!" Hermione's eyes first lit up, then worry flooded those large eyes of hers.

This was bad. Children from the Wizarding World seemed to have all sorts of incredible talents!

She could not feel anything at all. How was she supposed to compete?

"So you spent half the day there just waiting for a Muggle and a Muggle-born witch?"

An old man had appeared beside Isaac at some point. He was thin and gaunt, yet brimming with vigor.

Like Isaac, he had platinum-blond hair and mismatched eyes.

"Don't tell me you can't see that little girl's future, Gellert.

She'll be the future Minister for Magic."

Isaac's tone was flippant, carrying not the slightest respect for the Minister for Magic.

"Wow, Minister for Magic. What a distinguished future." The elderly Grindelwald put on an exaggerated show of admiration, only for the entire performance to collapse on the spot.

A Minister for Magic was nothing... Back in his youth, he had toyed with more than a few of them.

Now that he was old, was he supposed to lavish praise on some future Minister for Magic?

"Isaac, that's a future without you in it."

"Come on. I don't think I'd go to the Ministry of Magic to work like a beast of burden. Maybe I should stay at Hogwarts and take over Dumbledore's position instead?"

"Aha, I'm suddenly looking forward to seeing you become Hogwarts' headmaster." Grindelwald smiled meaningfully, then vanished from sight.

Isaac had long grown accustomed to Grindelwald's habit of appearing and disappearing without warning.

Ever since he had awakened his gift of prophecy during an outburst of magic as a child, he had been able to see the old man.

According to Grindelwald, this was a conversation between two Seers across the river of time.

And according to Grindelwald, Isaac should have been the one to go to Nurmengard Castle and bother him first.

This sort of interaction across time was a tangled mess for both Seers. At the very least, Grindelwald's appearance had given Isaac an opportunity to learn about the Wizarding World.

Isaac Waldore had a secret that even Grindelwald did not know: he was a transmigrator.

Magic—something Isaac had only ever seen in literature and films in his previous life—had become reality.

Perhaps because he had read Harry Potter in his previous life, when he uncovered the mystery of his prenatal existence, he gained the same gift as Grindelwald.

Prophecy.

To be honest, he had countless expectations for his journey into magic.

But for now, the most important thing was to attend Hogwarts and grow up.

After all, an eleven-year-old brat could not do much of anything.

Before long, Isaac arrived home—though calling this place "home" was only temporary.

Isaac had originally been an orphan, an unnoticed child at the orphanage. Later, after he began seeing Grindelwald, Grindelwald offered to lend him a hand, and Isaac had not refused.

Isaac, who had only just uncovered the mystery of his prenatal existence, truly needed to leave the inconvenient environment of the orphanage.

With prophecy as his gift, Isaac was confident he would do well in the future, but being a child made everything inconvenient.

As for whether Grindelwald had ulterior motives... to put it bluntly, if Grindelwald really did have such motives, how could Isaac, who was only a child, possibly resist?

A Seer was not omnipotent, much less when the Seer on the other side was the far more seasoned Grindelwald.

The Acolytes who had once followed Grindelwald had not all died yet.

When someone had just entered an unfamiliar field and an influential figure in that field extended a helping hand, resolving that person's urgent troubles—

From then on, that influential figure would meet with the person every so often, occasionally ask whether they had any difficulties in life, and answer some questions about the field.

In Isaac's case, such an influential figure was generally called a benefactor.

Grindelwald had genuinely helped him, even teaching Isaac some basic knowledge about the Wizarding World.

If Isaac ever gained the ability to repay Grindelwald in the future, it should not be difficult—at worst, he could find a way to send Dumbledore to Nurmengard.

That would definitely be a great gift Grindelwald could not refuse.

When he reached the front door, the old butler had already been waiting there. Upon seeing Isaac, the old man gave him a slight bow.

"Young Master Isaac, you're back."

"Good evening, Anthony."

The old butler had come with the house. At first, Isaac had thought he was one of Grindelwald's followers.

But after some time, he discovered that Anthony was truly an ordinary person. He had merely been drawn in by Grindelwald's personal charisma and decided to serve him for life.

Old Anthony likely would never have had the opportunity to serve Grindelwald in his entire life.

It was not until Isaac appeared that the old man's fate changed.

The instant Isaac stepped through the door, he heard the sound of flapping wings. He and Anthony turned around at the same time and saw an owl diving toward them.

The owl was clutching a letter in its talons.

Hogwarts' acceptance letter had arrived.