The scale of the Magical University

"I've considered what you've said," Grindelwald said, "But I've abandoned the idea due to practicality issues."

"Oh?" Will raised an eyebrow—isn't this very practical?

Grindelwald glanced at Fawkes and asked Will, "How do you think we should block Fawkes's Apparition?"

Will suddenly realized that if he couldn't deal with Fawkes, he was of no use to Grindelwald.

If you spend a lot of effort improving this move, but it still doesn't work at crucial moments, isn't that a waste of time?

However, this was of some value to Will —he couldn't let Voldemort escape during the final battle.

Moreover, for Will, even if he wanted to trap the Phoenix, there might still be a chance.

Given enough time, Will could not only figure out the Phoenix's Apparition, but also Will Goblin spell system, which is completely different from the Wizard's spell system.

"So you're still planning to study?" Grindelwald asked with a smile.

"Of course," Will nodded, "Not everyone gets Phoenix as a companion, and... I happen to have no research projects lined up right now, so I can dedicate my time to this."

Dumbledore was somewhat relieved by Will's words—if Will intended to spend his time on this research and his collaborative research with Filius, it would certainly be better than researching some dangerous Magic.

"Then I'll explain it to you," Grindelwald handed Will a stack of Parchment. "Get ready to take notes. Most of it is my conjecture and theory, so it's a bit redundant."

Will sat upright, his expression serious.

Dumbledore took another sip of his Coffee —if that thick, strange stuff could even be considered Coffee.

It looks... more like Coffee -flavored syrup.

Grindelwald, like a dutiful professor, explained to Will the direction of the Infinite Cage's modification and some of his personal ideas.

Detailed and patient, Will is like every teacher's dream student, with an endless thirst and love for knowledge.

The two got along very well, Fawkes didn't bother Will any further. He flew to Dumbledore's side, pecked at a few snacks from the small plate, and then lazily took a nap.

Time flew by, and by the time Will and Grindelwald finished their conversation, it was already noon.

Dumbledore indicated that the meeting should end today.

"I have things to do this afternoon, so I'll have to stop here for today, Will. We agreed on that before."

Grindelwald was a little confused. "What? You're only staying this morning?"

Dumbledore nodded. "I've been quite busy lately; I have some plans this afternoon."

Grindelwald sighed and said nothing.

Will looked helpless. "Professor, can't we even have a little longer?"

"No, Will," Dumbledore said firmly.

Will could only look at Grindelwald: "Alright, then, Professor Grindelwald, see you next time."

Grindelwald waved his hand helplessly and took a sip of his cold Coffee: "I was originally planning to have lunch with you all."

"Sorry, Gellert."

"Forget it, you should take Will with you. Your business is more important." Grindelwald didn't even look at Dumbledore, and took out a lot of ingredients from the cabinet with the Undetectable Extension Charm. "Will, if you really have no ideas, don't force yourself to study it. You should know that there is no absolutely invincible Magic."

"Yes, Professor Grindelwald." Will nodded, quite obedient to the advice—although there is no absolutely invincible Magic, there are absolutely invincible Wizard.

Grindelwald nodded, waved his hand, and began to shoo them away. "Let's go, I need to make lunch."

Seeing Grindelwald's behavior, Dumbledore chuckled and said, "Will, why don't we stay a little longer and have lunch before we leave?"

"They're gone?"

In the Ministry of Magic, in the Minister's Office, Scrimgeour asked Ludo Bagman as he entered.

"Of course, Minister," Ludo said with a smile, "And they've basically agreed to all the conditions."

"They have no reason to refuse; our terms are already very generous," Scrimgeour said. "Besides, both we and the America want to start work as soon as possible, and it's beneficial for everyone to finalize these terms quickly."

"You're absolutely right, Minister!" Ludo flattered. "Establishing Magical University is a truly great undertaking; your name will surely be remembered in the History of Magic."

Scrimgeour forced a pale smile, "Alright, enough with the pleasantries, Ludo, what's the matter?"

"Um..." Ludo smiled, "Should we leave the school construction to the Department of International Magical Cooperation or the Department of Magic Maintenance?"

In the original timeline, Ron, disguised as Reggie Cattermole, was a staff member of the Department of Magic Maintenance.

This place doesn't belong to any department; it's a rather special department within the Ministry of Magic.

Their daily work includes maintaining Magic elevators, operating Floo Network Floo Network, cleaning the building, removing spell effects (i. e., "unblocking spells"), and repairing Magic damage.

Essentially, it's equivalent to the building property and facilities management department in the Muggle world, except all the work is Magic.

Scrimgeour frowned. "What? Didn't I say we were going to rebuild the team?"

However, the Ministry of Magic had no precedent for constructing large buildings— the Wizard ' productivity was terrifying, so what Wizard would buy a house? They either built them themselves or had Muggle help them build them.

The headquarters of the Most Extraordinary Society of Potioneers is a special building, and these pharmacists hire a large number of Wizard to help them build it.

Therefore, Scrimgeour naturally needed to assemble a new team specifically to handle this task.

Of course, this was also Mr. Behrens's request, and he dared not neglect it.

"That's right," Ludo hurriedly said, "But if you ask me, Minister Scrimgeour, you should entrust these matters to some capable and experienced people."

Given that this is a collaboration between the America and us, I think it's better to let the Department of International Magical Cooperation handle it.

Ludo Bagman couldn't suppress the longing on his face.

"You want to profit from this?" Scrimgeour sized up Ludo...