"Tch... A dark wizard with unexpectedly good manners?" Isaac stood by the window, watching the dark wizard who had entered using the Unlocking Spell, and marveled at the excellence of Hogwarts education.
"I actually thought he would use the Bombarda to blast the door open."
I must say, Hogwarts really felt a bit like compulsory education for the wizarding world.
Most dark wizards in the British Wizarding World had received a basic education at Hogwarts.
Such education ensured that these dark wizards, on the premise that their brains weren't completely fried by Dark Magic, still knew to use different spells when facing different situations.
For instance, when facing an iron door, the invading dark wizard would still use the Unlocking Spell.
Just as he stepped into the garden, the dark wizard suddenly raised his head, and his eyes met Isaac's, who was standing by the window.
Isaac raised his wand, gave him a wave, and then vanished from the window.
"Hmph! A reckless little brat." The dark wizard narrowed his eyes and immediately strode toward the two-story villa.
"Gellert, I'm a bit curious, do all wizards who study and use Dark Magic eventually turn into this mindless state?"
Isaac moved at a brisk pace, yet he did not run inside the villa. He held his wand with caution, but without fear.
He even had the leisure to discuss the brains of dark wizards with Grindelwald beside him.
Isaac's performance in Diagon Alley was still fairly consistent with that of a normal young wizard, so it was barely reasonable that the dark wizard tracking him had not grown suspicious.
Yet right now, he had already invaded a young wizard's home and blatantly walked into the courtyard of Isaac's house.
The two of them had even made eye contact through the glass, yet not only was the young wizard not panicked, he was actually smiling by the window and waving at him.
Wouldn't a normal person stop to consider whether there was a trap in all of this?
This dark wizard did not. Far from thinking, he charged even more fiercely.
"What is your definition of a dark wizard?" Grindelwald maintained his usual appearance of an elegant old man.
He followed leisurely not far behind Isaac, completely not taking the dark wizard downstairs seriously.
He indeed had the capital not to care about that dark wizard, and most importantly, his actual body was not even here.
Neither did Isaac possess the ability to throw the dark wizard straight to Nurmengard.
Having not seen Grindelwald for many days, Isaac suspected that the old man's appearance this time was not for him.
Rather, it was for Dumbledore, who was currently hiding somewhere unknown.
Oh, wonderful, the older generation was flirting and using him, a first-year young wizard, as a magpie bridge, weren't they?
"A wizard who uses Dark Magic?" Isaac thought for a moment and gave an uncertain answer.
Upon hearing this, Grindelwald burst into loud laughter, then stated that by Isaac's standards, at least 99% of the wizards in the entire British Wizarding World would have to be locked up in Azkaban.
Young wizard Isaac was even more extreme than he, Grindelwald, was.
"To be precise, it should be wizards who abuse Dark Magic." Grindelwald explained unhurriedly.
"A wizard's will influences magic, and likewise, magic erodes a wizard's will.
Using Dark Magic with restraint will not cause a wizard's temperament to change drastically, but abusing Dark Magic accelerates the erosion of the will by magic."
Grindelwald gave the most straightforward example: "Just like the Acolytes and Death Eaters—my followers never make themselves look like lunatics."
Grindelwald held a certain amount of disdain for that junior named Voldemort.
When Grindelwald was still active across the European continent, he was never called the "Dark Lord".
Because he was not a terrorist.
He could be a reformer, a dictator, or even the most dangerous criminal.
Yet no one ever called him a dark lord.
After Voldemort appeared, some people referred to Voldemort as the Dark Lord.
During the days when the Dark Lord vanished from the public eye, some people also classified Grindelwald into the ranks of the Dark Lord.
However, this title was never officially recognized.
If some official really wanted to define Grindelwald as the first-generation Dark Lord, the first thing he would have to do was expel Voldemort from the ranks of dark lords.
You've got to be kidding me; the Acolytes who once followed Grindelwald were a group of people with ideals and ambitions.
Regardless of how warped their ideals might be, this group of people had convictions.
And the Death Eaters? A small fraction of refined egoists, the power-holders of pure-blood families.
Most of them were mental patients whose brains had been fried by Dark Magic.
Even Voldemort himself had something wrong with his head.
Isaac didn't care how much Grindelwald despised Tom Riddle; right now he was focused on just one thing.
Since normal study and use of Dark Magic wouldn't fry one's brain, could he cram for the exam right now?
"Gellert, Gellert! How about handing your Protego Fiendfyre over to me?
Let's give the British Wizarding World a taste of gas-stove-level terror!"
To be honest, ever since Isaac confirmed the world he was in and became able to see Grindelwald, he had coveted Grindelwald's Protego Fiendfyre.
Strength was temporary, but looking cool was for a lifetime. And as it happened, Protego Fiendfyre was both powerful and cool.
Never mind that other people didn't know Grindelwald and lacked this opportunity; he had the advantage of proximity!
Uncle Gellert, I want to support you in your old age!
The expression on Grindelwald's face beside him was quite peculiar—it wasn't annoyance, nor was it surprise. It was a sort of... how should one describe it?
It was like: I knew you brat would definitely say this, but I didn't expect you brat to actually brazenly blurt it out?
To shock Grindelwald twice with the same matter—was that something an ordinary person could pull off?
Eventually, all those expressions turned into remote disdain, and Grindelwald said crossly:
"Forget it. You brat can't even reach the prerequisites for Protego Fiendfyre.
Do you know the Fiendfyre Curse? Have you figured out the Fidelius Charm? And Legilimency..."
By the end, even Grindelwald himself was barely keeping it together. This kid really considered himself some kind of big shot, wanting to instantly master so many spells in such a short time?
Did he really think he was Merlin? Even Merlin had to spend time learning~
"Children should just play with children's toys." Leaving behind those words, Grindelwald vanished before Isaac's eyes.
Isaac was not annoyed by Grindelwald's sudden disappearance; Uncle Gellert was all bark and no bite.
Because the instant Grindelwald vanished, Isaac sensed that he had unlocked a prophetic vision related to Grindelwald.
Why was it said that Seers were people who toyed with time?
Aside from being able to see visions of the future, the main reason was that in a mere second or two, they could see visions spanning hours, days, and years.
The next second, in the villa's drawing room, Isaac and the intruding dark wizard came face-to-face in reality.
"Stupefy!"
"Wingardium Leviosa!!!"
Isaac bent his knees and lowered his head, dodging the curse shot by the dark wizard, and immediately followed up by striking the dark wizard's wand with a Levitation Charm.
Precision and potency were Isaac's willful advantages as a transmigrator, and the next second the dark wizard's wand was knocked out of his hand.
"Engorgio!" The wand, originally as small as a conductor's baton, suddenly turned into a baseball bat.
Snatching the wand out of midair, the dark wizard swung at empty air.
The magic that had been brewing in his throat was directly snuffed out.