One of Us?

The scene they had expected never happened. The Death Eaters' expressions froze on their faces.

The ants did not crawl up his ankles to gnaw at his flesh. As he passed, the crabs drew their sharp pincers inward. The mantises stared at him, yet did not attack.

The cheetah lying on the ground was badly mutilated, with only one eye remaining, gleaming red. Yet when Braun reached out and stroked its broken spine, it made a low, almost whimpering sound, as though conveying a conversation only the two of them could understand.

Among the Death Eaters, some dropped their Wands. Some dug their nails deeply into their palms. Some made harsh, rasping sounds in their throats, as if someone had seized them by the neck.

Their gazes darted frantically between Braun and Wade. Even Voldemort's eyes widened slightly.

Why weren't the Golems attacking this guy?

Could there be... some unknown connection between them?

Or was there some tacit understanding between Dumbledore and Grindelwald...

No wonder...

In an instant, Voldemort felt as if he had seen through some truth of the world.

No wonder Dumbledore had not dealt with Grindelwald as wholeheartedly as he had dealt with Voldemort after Grindelwald escaped prison and repeatedly attacked Muggles... Those two must have reached some sort of agreement. Perhaps it had happened after their last all-out battle...

Even a faint stir arose among the Gray-robed Wizards. Only Lucius Malfoy kept his head deeply lowered, with the feeling that everyone else was drunk while he alone remained sober.

He recalled how he had secretly slipped out of the monastery. Before he could find a chance to Apparate, he had turned back to see whether anyone was chasing him when a Petrificus Totalus suddenly struck him down.

Then the brown-haired young man appeared with the