Little Punk Grindelwald!

In the mansion, which was almost impossible to build using Muggle methods, the living room was extremely quiet at this moment.

Dumbledore's words caused everyone to gasp.

Those present who knew that they had deliberately allowed Voldemort to resurrect had always avoided discussing the topic.

Not to mention Bill and his group, who were completely unaware of the situation.

But just when almost everyone was bowing their heads, keeping their mouths shut, and not knowing what to say, a hand trembled and was raised.

"Professor Dumbledore, who exactly is this Grindelwald?"

"From what you've said, he seems even more capable than you." That was Ron.

Harry and Ginny, who were standing nearby, nodded in agreement.

Before Dumbledore mentioned this person again, they all thought he was some foreign nobody.

"You don't know?" Even Dumbledore was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Harry, "Harry, you couldn't possibly not know!"

He was a little worried that Harry might have been cursed with some kind of brain-damaging spell while studying magic.

"When you were in your first year, you heard Voldemort mention this name in that room on the Third Floor Corridor, didn't you?" Dumbledore said hesitantly.

"It was him?"

"I was wondering why that sounded so familiar." Harry shrugged.

It turns out to be that guy Voldemort thought that giving him a wand would keep Dumbledore in check.

"Dumbledore's well-known contributions include: defeating the Dark Wizard Grindelwald in 1945, discovering the Twelve Uses of Dragon's Blood, and his fruitful work in Alchemy with his partner Nicolas Flamel," Ron suddenly repeated from the words on the Dumbledore Chocolate Frog.

He also turned to look at Harry, "You're the one who taught me about Nicolas Flamel and the Philosopher's Stone."

"That's because Grindelwald appeared so cleverly. When I first saw Dumbledore's Chocolate Frog, I was amazed at why the painting on it was moving."

"The presence of the Philosopher's Stone made me only notice Nicholas Lemei."

"When Voldemort mentioned him, and I was right in front of Voldemort, I didn't dare to get distracted at all," Harry replied.

"However, how come you all know about everything that happened to me in the Chamber of Secrets?"

"That shouldn't be the case. It was just Voldemort and me there at that time."

"Dumbledore late too." Harry squinted.

A sudden recollection made him realize this blind spot.

Moreover, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were present, seemed to know the details very well.

Harry noticed that when Dumbledore said he couldn't possibly not know Grindelwald, the two of them seemed to know each other quite well.

This is not Harry's Void Judgment.

He was already very good at reading people, and this became even more obvious after merging with his other self.

Most importantly, neither McGonagall nor Professor Snape made the slightest attempt to conceal their desires.

Even Dumbledore was embarrassed to be caught spying, as was Professor McGonagall, but Snape remained expressionless, without any change.

"Harry, do you remember the Philosopher's Stone left behind by the wizard from the moon?" Dumbledore touched his broken nose.

"I remember, he took the real Philosopher's Stone," Harry said briefly, trying to conceal his true feelings and control his expression.

Because he didn't want to appear to know a lot about the moon.

After visiting Moon City, he was convinced that the guy who called himself Magician must have come from there as well.

"That fake Philosopher's Stone recorded all the scenes of your confrontation and battle with Voldemort."

"It is an instrument that records and reproduces the surrounding influences."

"The method is also very special and unique," Dumbledore remarked.

"Wait, what did I just hear?" Mad-Eye Moody tapped his wooden leg.

"A wizard from the moon?"

"This moon must be a pseudonym!" Mr. Weasley practically roared.

"What? It seems we've been kept in the dark about something?" Hestia's eyes widened.

"Did we miss so much during the time the Order of the Order of the Phoenix disbanded?" Diggle couldn't help but jump up.

"Everyone, this is not a pseudonym."

"According to our investigation, that person may indeed be from the moon." Dumbledore looked at the people present and recounted the speculation he and the four heads of the house had made in the Headmaster's Office.

"Wait, this might just be speculation."

"How could there be a more advanced magical society than ours?"

"We are the strongest!" While everyone else was still processing Dumbledore's words, Kingsley, who had been the most nonchalant, was no longer calm.

He firmly believed that his country was the best!

The nation is his lover!

He was willing to sacrifice everything for the Britain Wizarding World.

That's why he applied to join the Order of the Phoenix when he was being ostracized, and eventually became one of them.

"It's your gut feeling, isn't it?" Moody took another sip of the liquid from his water bottle.

Of everyone present, aside from Riddle's most powerful wizard (in his own opinion), he also had a glimpse into the power of that realm.

"That wizard who called himself Magician was like the moon reflected in the water, completely untouchable."

"My usually proud intuition seemed to be wearing reading glasses when it came to him."

"We can only confirm that it's related to the moon." (The Smith Family, who have been extracting hidden magic from the moon, gave this a thumbs up.)

"But I'm pretty sure there are wizards living on the moon."

"Before this, even though I had the ability to intuitively determine whether there were wizards on the moon."

"But for some reason, I just can't think of this like those guys who are all talk and no action."

"It's as if some force deliberately prevented wizards capable of foreseeing this—like me, for example—from subconsciously considering this possibility," Dumbledore shaken.

That was the second time he felt powerless. Just like the last time, when he parted ways with Grindelwald.

"I must have thought about it when I was a child, after all, there are so many wizard stories related to the moon."

"But after I matured, and even after I reached my current level, I never thought about it in that direction again." Dumbledore looked at Ron, who was looking at him, and answered the question written on Ron's face in advance.

"After that, I used my connections to investigate that Magician."

"Although we couldn't find any information about him."

"But I was also in the America and discovered some clues."

"In the Muggle world, there are several farms that have always sold only about one-tenth of their production."

"The rest of the parts were not buried, discarded, or mysteriously disappeared."

"And after my friends found out about this, they stopped writing to me."

"They're alright, they're still alive."

"One of them came all the way to Britain to speak with me face to face."

He said they were all fine.

"My intuition led me to the same conclusion." Dumbledore took off his glasses and wiped them.

Harry, Ginny, Ron looked at each other in bewilderment.

They all knew that Dumbledore had found the right direction.

They went to the farm.

And that farm was undoubtedly located in the America.