The Dark Lord of Vienna

So that's how it is. That's the origin of Der Spiegel.

Ryan sometimes felt that Ron was a really interesting guy.

He always knew some strange and unusual knowledge that he couldn't figure out where it came from.

If it weren't for Ron's explanation, Ryan probably would have had to 'think' before he knew.

Ron isn't stupid at all; he just seems stupid because he's not using his brain in the right place.

In Ryan's eyes, Der Spiegel was just a publication that was trying to ride the coattails of others' popularity, turning the analysis of Grindelwald into their own specialty while other publications were still too afraid to mess with them.

However, they were lucky to get this information.

It just went off-topic later, focusing on Tom Riddle and giving Fudge and Umbridge a comical hero identity.

Grindelwald was indeed happy because of Dumbledore.

He realized that Dumbledore was no longer pathologically rejecting power.

From the recent decrees of the Britain Wizarding World, he clearly saw the manipulation of an invisible hand, the master of which was none other than his only love Dumbledore.

Ryan suddenly had another interesting idea.

With a flick of his finger, Ryan's thoughts drifted to the blond old man in that cold, dark, and deserted tower in Austria.

It was a towering, dark, and intimidating building, a sinister fortress surrounded by high walls, when suddenly a dust-sized, silver diamond appeared in the air.

It flew through the walls, through the fortress, and straight up to the house at the very top.

The extremely narrow gap in the black stone seemed to have no effect on it. With an unstoppable, slow speed, it passed directly through the stone next to the gap and floated into the house, onto a hard wooden board, where a thin figure was curled up in a thin blanket.

It slowly seeped into the chest of this emaciated man.

Then, in the next second, he revealed a skeletal face and opened his sunken eyes!

He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his dusty fingers and tapped the wooden plank beneath him in a rhythmic manner.

The next second, figures appeared on the spot with crackling sounds, as if the castle's built-in Anti-Apparition Jinx magic had no effect on them.

These figures all looked very old, some even giving the impression that they would kick the bucket at any moment.

However, they all immediately bowed their heads and bent their backs in unison before the old man.

"My lord!" Excited and concerned voices echoed in the dark cell.

"You want to—" an elderly wizard standing in the center asked tentatively.

"I need a school, a school where I can follow my own will." The blond old man, sitting sideways on the hard wooden bed, smiled.

The hard wooden bed, the thin and tattered quilt, and the worn-out clothes he wore did not make him look ridiculous at all.

Rather, at the moment he issued his orders, he was like a supreme emperor, exuding a captivating aura.

"Your wand." The old woman, second from the left, tremblingly took out a brand-new wand from a tattered box.

"It hasn't been used yet. It's an creation of Ollivander, Aspen Wood and Thestral Tail Feather, fourteen inches long, one of the Seven Impossible Combinations he considered impossible," said the burly man with white sideburns on the far left.

"Very good, it's been almost 50 years." The blond old man on the bed stood up and picked up his wand.

"What do we need to do first?" the blond old man muttered to himself, his cold, imposing magic intertwining with his wand, and gusts of wind rising from his body.

"Let's conquer Austria first, then we'll have a place to settle down," the blond old man said in a casual tone, as if he were wondering what to eat for dinner.

" For the For the Greater Good!" the surrounding elderly people quickly added.

Ten minutes later, in a magnificent room several hundred meters below the Vienna Opera House in the Austria capital, a blond old man, now dressed in a magnificent black robe and almost completely transformed, fiddled with a magic wand in his hand.

He was surrounded by wizards bound by invisible chains.

They all wore expressions of fear and disbelief.

They couldn't believe that the entire staff of the Austrian Ministry of Magic had been taken care of by a single wizard.

His equally aged servants didn't even touch their wands.

"Your name is Emeric, right? Who is the current principal of Durmstrang?" The blond old man stretched lazily.

"Igor Karkaroff, do you have a grudge against him? Is there anything we can do to help you?" The short, stout man named Emeric was covered in cold sweat.

"I need you to write a letter inviting him to the Austrian Ministry of Magic in your own name. Also, I need you..." As the blond old man spoke, the short, stout man's eyes widened.

He knew who this person was: the demon king who had imprisoned himself in Nurmengard!

But how could he...?

With each command from the blond old man, figures disappeared before his eyes, and Nurmengard welcomed its new inhabitants.

Late at night, an elderly blond man tapped his feet to the rhythm of a song emanating from the Vienna Opera House, next to a device resembling a pipe.

As the mournful music played, he began to reflect on his life.

My name is Gellert Grindelwald. A student of Durmstrang.

He was expelled from school for conducting dangerous experiments.

However, this also led me to meet the most important person in his life— Albus Dumbledore.

It was summer in Godric's Hollow, and after being fired, I chose to vacation with my great-aunt Bathilda Bagshot.

A soul that thought it would always be lonely was drawn to another equally lonely and talented soul.

How happy and joyful!

We pledged our lives to each other and made Blood Pact!

Together we plan to find the Deathly Hallows, become masters of Bleach, and use this power to lead a revolution in the wizarding world, overthrow the International Statute of Secrecy, and establish a benevolent new global order led by Wisdom and powerful wizards and sorcerers.

However, Albus was different from me; he had a foolish younger brother.

He made Albus give up, for the sake of his so-called family.

Doesn't he understand?

Once Albus and I change the world, so that wizards no longer have to hide and Muggle behave themselves, Albus's poor sister will no longer have to live in hiding.

And so the conflict arose, and no one knows who, or whose spell, took the life of Ariana had suddenly barged in.

I ran away.

They met again more than ten years later.

Back then, I possessed the Elder Wand and had countless minions.

But I still lost, defeated by Albus.

So I imprisoned myself in the prison I built.

Some time ago, I discovered that Albus had finally overcome his weakness, which gave me a rare appetite, and I ate a proper meal.

I thought things would continue like this forever, but then a dream appeared in my dream—a precognitive dream, a dream that could undo everything!