Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord.

Hogwarts: I Became the Third Dark Lord Author: Yipin Moxiang

Wentworth Grindelwald had many illustrious titles throughout his life:

The greatest prophet of our time, successor of the Vigilantes, leader of the Secret Society, heir of the Grindelwald family, and—the third Dark Lord!

He had London draped in black veils, and the sorcerers reappeared in the wizarding world;

He established the Secret Society at Hogwarts, monopolizing the magical talents of an era;

He faced off against the second Dark Lord on the Rhine, where nearly half of the Death Eaters defected.

He strolled beneath the Tower of Nurmengard, his followers welcoming Gellert as he emerged from the tower;

Wherever his wand pointed, countless believers pressed on without hesitation.

The Daily Prophet: This is the worst of times; he is leading wizards to destruction!

"The Quibbler": This is the best of times, and he is leading wizards to a new era!

Wentworth Grindelwald: I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense!

Chapter 1 A Terrible Time Travel

Su Xinghe felt like he was having a very long dream. Countless scenes and characters flashed through his mind, accompanied by countless names, making Su Xinghe feel like his head was about to explode!

Suddenly, a word flashed through his mind, bringing a sliver of clarity back to Su Xinghe's brain. That word was—Hogwarts!

When Su Xinghe opened her blurry eyes, she saw a tall man holding a "chopstick" in his hand, standing in front of her with a mocking expression, looking her up and down.

Seeing Su Xinghe wake up, the man waved the "chopsticks" in his hand lightly and said nonchalantly:

"No wonder he shares the same surname as that man. After being hit by my Heart-Rending Curse, he regained consciousness so quickly. It's truly remarkable!"

At this moment, Su Xinghe, who was gradually regaining consciousness, realized that what the man was holding was not chopsticks, but the wand that he, as a senior Harry Potter fan, had dreamed of countless times!

At this moment, he was only 0.01 centimeters away from the wand he had always dreamed of, which should have been a cause for celebration, if not for the fact that the wand's owner was pointing it at him.

Su Xinghe forced himself to stay alert and quickly scanned his surroundings. Behind the man, there were several other men standing, seemingly still searching the room for something.

Not far from him, on the ground lay an ugly creature with bat-like ears and protruding green eyes the size of tennis balls. Su Xinghe recognized it at a glance as the house-elf described in the Harry Potter books.

Su Xinghe only remembered that not long ago, he was watching the premiere of "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them," which is hailed as a prequel to Harry Potter, with his friends. The moment the lights in the movie theater went out, he felt a moment of disorientation, and then he found himself here.

At the same time, large chunks of memories flooded into Su Xinghe's mind. Su Xinghe endured the pain and finally realized that the house-elf in front of him was named Libby, and was his own house-elf.

Years ago, after its parents died in a car accident, it was thanks to Libby's care that it didn't end up on the streets. But now, it lies motionless on the floor not far away, clearly having been dead for some time.

"Hey, brat, did you hear me?! Where's the Prophecy Skeleton? Hand it over, and I might give you a quick death!"

The man in front of Su Xinghe waved his magic wand, making a few gestures in front of Su Xinghe's eyes, and asked somewhat impatiently.

Now, Su Xinghe finally realized that he had transmigrated, but his luck was obviously bad. He had transmigrated at a bad time and in a bad place!

"Snapped!"

Perhaps because he didn't get the answer he wanted immediately, the man in front of Su Xinghe slapped Su Xinghe across the face, leaving a stinging mark.

"I'll ask you one last time, the prophetic skeleton? If you still don't tell me, I'll let you taste the agony of having your bones ripped out again. Didn't you already taste it? It tasted good, didn't it!"

Su Xinghe really wanted to tell him that he had never experienced the Heart-Rending Curse, because the guy who had actually experienced it, the true owner of his body, was obviously already dead. But before Su Xinghe could react, someone suddenly appeared next to him!

"Just now, I think I saw you slap him?"

To the astonishment of Su Xinghe and the man, an elegant old lady appeared out of thin air. She wore a top hat with a wisp of silver-white curly hair peeking out from under it, her face was covered with wrinkles but her eyes were still bright, and she was dressed in a noble dress.

The sudden appearance of the old woman startled the man in front of Su Xinghe, who hurriedly raised his magic wand, about to point it at the old woman.

"Except your weapons!"

But just as he raised his hand halfway, the old lady next to Su Xinghe raised her wand first and took it from his hand.

At the same time, the old woman pointed her wand at the man's companion behind him and calmly said:

"Don't move! You're all surrounded! This guy is special, so I'm sparing his life. If any of you make a move, I'll use my best spell!"

"Oh, right, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Rozier, Vida Rozier, from the UMNO!"

Su Xinghe stared blankly at everything that was happening before him, his heart filled with shock. The magic that had appeared in his dreams countless times was now being displayed so realistically before his eyes, which Su Xinghe still found hard to accept.

"What's wrong, Wentworth? Don't you recognize me? Wentworth? Wentworth!"

Vida Rozier's shouts snapped Su Xinghe out of his shock, and Su Xinghe then remembered that the name of his body was Wentworth.

Turning his head towards Rozier, Su Xinghe suddenly remembered that in this body's memories, the elegant old lady holding a wand in front of him seemed to have been running a clothing store not far from him for many years, but not long ago, she seemed to have moved away.

"Rozier...Grandma?"

Su Xinghe, no, now it should be Wentworth, tentatively called out.

When Rozier saw the bright red handprint on Wentworth's face, a flash of anger crossed his eyes, but he spoke softly to Wentworth:

"Wentworth, it's alright, don't worry!"

After speaking, Rozier turned to look at the man in front of Su Xinghe and said sternly:

"Since you were able to find this place, you must already know this child's identity. How dare you!"

Although a flicker of fear crossed the man's eyes as Rozier's wand was pointed at him, he still forced himself to speak:

"Old man, I advise you to put down your wand. Do you really think you can handle all of us by yourself?!"

The man's companions behind him exchanged a glance after he finished speaking, and then slowly raised their wands together.

Just then, Rozier suddenly laughed, which left the people opposite him somewhat puzzled.

"Although I don't know which faction you belong to, it's clear that your teachers and predecessors didn't tell you our story! Otherwise, you should have launched an attack immediately, or chosen to teleport away and escape. Now, it's too late!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With a few explosions in the air, several more figures appeared out of thin air in the room. Although most of these figures had gray hair, their eyes were still bright, and their hands holding the magic wands were still so firm.

The sudden appearance of the figure clearly startled the other party, who hurriedly tried to raise their wand, but what they got in return was:

"Avada Kedavra!"

With several flashes of green light, only the man who had been disarmed by Rozier at the beginning was still alive, while his companions lay on the ground, their faces pale.

"Don't you know that the magic we are best at is dark magic?"

Chapter Two: Grindelwald

Rozier casually put away his wand.

The man turned around shakily and saw his fallen companion behind him. His lower body was soaked with sweat, and he slowly knelt down on the floor.

Wentworth, who was already lying on the ground, managed to brace himself with his hands to avoid collapsing completely.

Although these people were clearly there to rescue him, seeing how skillfully they used the Unforgivable Curse, the initial surprise of his transmigration had vanished, leaving only shock.

If it weren't for the lingering memories within his body telling him that it was 1990, Harry Potter wouldn't be enrolled until next year, and Voldemort's return was still a year away, Wentworth would have seriously doubted that these people in front of him were real Death Eaters!

You should know that there are many charlatans among the Death Eaters, but these people in front of us are casting spells with such fluidity!

At this moment, Rozier, already covering her nose, walked up to the man and gently asked:

"Which hand did you use to hit this child? Be good, tell me, and listen to me!"

The man raised his left hand, trembling.

Seeing this, Rozier smiled and raised his wand, gently tapping the man's left hand. The man's left hand then began to fester rapidly, accompanied by his wails. Before long, only a pile of bones remained on his left hand.

Looking at his bony left hand, the man's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Seeing this, Rozier frowned and said to one of the people beside him:

"Help him calm down, then ask him where he came from. Go to another room; there are children here!"

So Wentworth watched as an elderly man with graying hair dragged the guy towards his kitchen, and then a sound came from the kitchen:

"Drilling through the heart and bones!"

After that, the man's pitiful scream rang out.

"Gudong!"

Wentworth swallowed hard, watching Rozier approach. He quickly stood up and respectfully greeted him:

"Grandma Rozier!"

Rozier looked at Wentworth with a surprised expression, and then said with a hint of guilt:

"Wentworth, I'm so glad you're alright!"

Meanwhile, someone nearby exclaimed:

"My God, as expected of someone who carries the blood of the master's family, after being hit by the Heart-Rending Curse, he recovered so quickly as if nothing had happened. It's unbelievable!"

Rozier stroked Wentworth's cheek and said with a proud expression:

"To have endured the Cruciatus Curse and recovered so quickly shows your unwavering will! You have not disgraced your name, my child!"

Wentworth could only laugh awkwardly. He couldn't very well tell these guys who cast the Unforgivable Curse like it was nothing that this body had been taken over!

Just then, the old man who had dragged the guy who slapped him into the kitchen returned. Rozier, seeing this, asked:

"Abernathy, did you get any results?"

The old man, called Abernathy, shook his head and said expressionlessly:

"I'm sorry, no, he died too quickly, but that guy had a familiar scent on him."

Upon hearing Abernathy's answer, Rozier nodded thoughtfully. Just then, Wentworth shakily raised his hand.

"Excuse me, may I ask why all this happened tonight?"

It's no wonder Wentworth was confused. He searched through the body's memories, but he really didn't know what this child, raised by house-elves, had done to attract so many dark wizards!

Seeing Wentworth's bewildered and even somewhat disheveled appearance, Rozier stepped forward, gently straightened his clothes, and asked: