Hogwarts: Starting as a Serpent Demon

"Let's leave it like this for now. I'll come and check it out for you once your greenhouse is up and running in a few days."

With a swift swish, Witt jotted down the key points Sprout had made with his quill pen, then bowed respectfully and said, "Thank you for your advice. I will go and purchase the supplies now."

Being a student is great; you have professors to help you. Once you leave school, where else can you find such a free opportunity? You might not even be able to hire a herbalist as experienced as Professor Sprout even if you paid money.

Chapter 97 Grindelwald and the Blood Pact

France, Paris.

While Witt was busy purchasing items, Grindelwald, along with the few remaining Saints, secretly infiltrated the vicinity of the Lestrange family.

Normally, if Grindelwald only wanted to kill someone, he wouldn't need to be so cautious.

But he wanted more.

Fifty years later, Dumbledore remained just as wary of him.

Grindelwald felt very uncomfortable, extremely uncomfortable.

In that case, he naturally had to give Dumbledore a big surprise.

As the Lestrange family constitutes half of the French magical world, simply killing them would be a great waste.

The name Grindelwald is no longer valid in the wizarding world; he needs a new identity, and Lestrange is a good fit.

France and Britain have been arguing since the summer holidays, and Fudge has been sparing no effort to smear France in order to solidify his position.

He discovered that since the war of words with France began, no one has been discussing his previous mistakes anymore.

Many people were even impressed by Fouché's assertive attitude and thought he was an excellent minister.

The latest poll shows a significant surge in approval ratings.

Fudge was overjoyed and decisively increased his strength, going all out against France.

Moreover, they are completely unreasonable and just resort to blatant slander.

Thanks to Fudge's help, the Lestrange family, who were originally going to be investigated in France, were suddenly relieved.

Normally, even the Ministry of Magic wouldn't be able to easily come up with such a large sum of money.

It's hard to imagine that someone would spend so much money to frame someone.

The Lestrange family initially faced a major crisis, and just when they were in dire straits, Fudge provided them with angelic assistance.

Reason? What reason?

Fouché has no interest in reasoning; he simply wants to divert public hatred and dump all this negative sentiment on France.

France, naturally unwilling to be slandered, began to retaliate.

What was originally a major issue was suddenly resolved after the emotions of the people in both countries were heightened.

The seemingly innocuous criminal behavior suddenly changed in the public's perception.

Crime, what crime?

Stealing British property can be considered a crime? Don't those British people deserve it?

The head of the Lestrange family was also decisive. After noticing the shift in public opinion, he immediately donated all the extra money in the family to benefit the French magical community.

This move directly transformed the Lestrange family from sinners into heroes.

The French even felt that both sides were from the Lestrange family, and that their side was the main branch, while the British had sentenced all their heirs on the other side to life imprisonment.

It's safe to say that the Lestranges of that region are extinct.

Since the heirs of the divided family line have died out, the money should, in principle, return to the original family.

The British deliberately hoarded the money and didn't want to pay it back. We did nothing wrong; the British were the ones who were wrong.

These remarks immediately sparked a public outcry in Britain.

The verbal sparring between the two sides intensified rapidly, and there were signs that they were about to come to blows.

Grindelwald simply wanted to stay in France for a while to recover before taking action against the Lestrange family.

But as the public opinion environment in France changed again and again, it went from being extremely unsuitable for missionary work to running all the way to Grindelwald's comfort zone.

Hatred, anger, discontent, and extremist sentiments.

It's so familiar, so very familiar.

I dreamt of 1926.

Grindelwald felt that if he didn't do something, he would be letting down the current situation.

After observing for a few days, he decided to take action.

Kill the Lestrange family, reclaim the blood oath, take their place, infiltrate the French Ministry of Magic, and fuel this hatred.

Fire at Britain.

Ideally, he could also force Dumbledore to apologize to him.

Just thinking about that scene is delightful.

Who says this environment isn't suitable for me to live in? What's wrong with it? It's perfect for me!

"Let's do it."

The moment the three members of the Lestrange family stepped out the door, Grindelwald waved his hand and unleashed a powerful curse.

Loyt Lestrange and his eldest son reacted quickly, drawing their wands for protection; the Aurors' combat instincts were remarkably high.

For an ordinary person, this sneak attack would have already failed.

But they were facing Grindelwald, whose magic was something you couldn't stop just by reacting in time.

The protective shield lasted for less than half a second before Grindelwald's magic was shattered, and the curse's magic fell on the three of them, causing them all to faint.

"You are not allowed to harm my master."

"Avada Kedavra".

The Lestrange family's house-elves jumped out.

The Lestrange family's house-elves typed GG.

The saints rushed forward to confiscate their wands and dragged the three into the Lestrange family's ancestral home.

The moment Grindelwald entered, his face automatically transformed into Loyt's likeness.

"After tidying up, this place will be very comfortable."

After cleaning up the corpses of the house-elves with Fiendfire, Grindelwald opened his arms as if embracing a new tomorrow.

basement.

After successfully extracting all of the Lestrange family's memories, the Saints carelessly tossed the three, now mentally challenged, onto the ground.

Upon receiving the report, Grindelwald took out a coin and gently turned the numbers on it with his hand.

As the numbers changed, Rozier, who was leisurely sipping tea in a safe house in Europe, instantly sensed the signal.

He also took out a coin, turned the number on it, and used it to notify Witte.

midnight.

Grindelwald, returning from the French Ministry of Magic, saw Vinda standing at the door.

"Why don't you go in?" Grindelwald asked, puzzled.

"It's better if they don't find out about me like this." Wenda wore a deep hood, completely covering his face.

"The fewer people who know about the resurrection of the dead, the better."

“You haven’t changed at all.” Grindelwald sighed softly, reaching out to stroke Wenda’s face. The warm touch of yesteryear had now turned into a bone-chilling cold.

“You too.” Wenda smiled, a smile he hadn’t shown in a long time.

Time seemed to have reversed.

After a brief moment of warmth, Grindelwald got down to business: "I've dealt with the entire Lestrange family. They're all idiots now. Go ask them if that counts as a deal."

"If death is inevitable, I can take action at any time."

"I hope he can send the Blood Alliance over as soon as possible."

After thinking for a moment, Wenda said softly, "I can ask for his opinion, but he wants me to confirm it with my own eyes before I give him a reply."

She certainly trusted Grindelwald unconditionally, but Witt clearly had a different opinion.

As a summoned undead, Venda must obey Witt's commands.

Seeing Wenda's suffering, Grindelwald smiled and said.

"It's alright, it's not your fault."

"Flew in."

Grindelwald waved his wand, summoning all three people who had been thrown to the ground, and simply tossed them in front of Vinda, gesturing for them to come.

Wenda stepped forward to check and, after confirming that everything was correct, her body disappeared into the illusion, leaving behind only a cloak she had borrowed from a French Muggle.

Loss of memory and damage to the soul are wounds that even a wizard cannot heal.

It's fair to say that the lives of these three people are over; it's practically the same as being dead.

Grindelwald kept them around purely to make Polyjuice Potion.

He can transform into other people at will without Polyjuice Potion, but saints cannot; such magic is too complex for ordinary wizards to learn.

Only by keeping survivors can the supply of compound decoction be guaranteed.

Grindelwald stood there, waiting for Witt's reply; he was really eager to see the Blood Alliance.

Witt didn't keep him waiting long, only three hours.

Wenda appeared before Grindelwald, holding the Blood Oath in his hands. Grindelwald's hands began to tremble as he looked at the small ornament in front of him.

I almost couldn't pick it up.

Infused with magic, a silver necklace extended from the Blood Oath, which Grindelwald solemnly hung around his neck.

At this moment, he truly returned to his youth.