The last month flew by.
Fudge soon steered public opinion in the wizarding world in another direction.
The Daily Prophet's front-page headline changed from "Department of Mysteries Attacked" to "Ministry of Magic Introduces New Security Measures."
Rumors of Voldemort's return were buried in the most inconspicuous corners, occasionally surfacing in a reader's letter, only for an editor to brush them aside with a casual "unverified."
Peace and prosperity reigned. Everything was fine. Everything was under control.
The students at Hogwarts soon found little to be happy about.
Final exams were approaching. Apart from the Champions, every student had to busy themselves preparing. After all, their results would determine whether they could enjoy a pleasant summer holiday—or, more precisely, whether they could get through it without their parents nagging them.
The corridors were full of students clutching textbooks and muttering to themselves. The Library was packed from morning to night, forcing Madam Pince to cast several extra silencing spells. Even the ghosts who usually loved drifting through the corridors had grown much quieter.
Of course, Will did not have to take those exams. He spent more of his time studying what Grindelwald had taught him.
Lately, he had been focusing on Grindelwald's spatial magic—the spell that had trapped Will and Barty Crouch Jr.
Will liked this spell very much. Grindelwald had explained its principles clearly in his letter: using the Undetectable Extension Charm as a foundation, it layered Spatial Anchoring, Space Folding, Spatial Lockdown, and other structures to create an independent, enclosed space capable of growing.
As a complex spell combining multiple kinds of magic, it was undoubtedly difficult.
But it worked extremely well. Within the spell's range, no matter where someone ran, they would remain trapped inside that expanding space. Without Apparition, escape was absolutely impossible.
Grindelwald had not named