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"Nas, are you sure this question was proposed by Chenos himself?"

"Has he been affected by anything else?"

"Also, what does Dumbledore think of this proposal?" the Goblin King suddenly asked.

"It was Chenos himself who proposed it. After the meeting, I discussed it with him and after asking him indirectly, I was basically sure that it was his own idea."

"Including this sneak attack strategy, I especially emphasize that you must bring the Disk of Destiny with you to cut off any possibility of Grindelwald's resurrection."

"Moreover, in his heart, he had already regarded this opportunity to eliminate Grindelwald as a key step in his becoming the Speaker of the Magic Parliament."

“He’s more eager than anyone else.”

"As for Dumbledore..."

Nass carefully reviewed the changes in Dumbledore during the meeting, shook his head silently and said, "There is nothing abnormal about Dumbledore."

"He even reminded everyone at the meeting not to underestimate Grindelwald."

"Other than that, he didn't say anything."

Hearing this, the Fairy King Turan fell silent again.

He was thinking whether he should go out and join forces with Dumbledore to deal with Grindelwald this time.

I have to say that this time, it is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Grindelwald is in a weakened state, which is a good time to strike.

Moreover, after he helped to eliminate Grindelwald, the goblins gained seats in parliament and officially entered the political arena of the wizarding world.

As his thoughts turned, he secretly made up his mind.

For the rise of the goblins, what does it matter if I take a little risk?

Besides, if an accident really happens, if Grindelwald can be resurrected, why can't he?

"Okay, Nas, contact Headmaster Dumbledore for me."

"I want to meet with him to discuss the specific battle plan."

…………

Ilvermorny, the headmaster's office.

Grindelwald sat at his desk with a ruddy face, calmly looking at the elite saint Holm who was in charge of the intelligence system in front of him.

"Leader, I just received news that there are unusual movements in the Magic Congress, and it seems that they are planning to launch a large-scale attack on Ilvermorny."

Having said that, Holm raised his head slightly and glanced at the leader's demeanor.

He said nervously, "Leader, the reason for this action is a rumor spread from the Magic Congress."

"They said that you had died in the United States. Although you have been resurrected now, you are still in a weak state."

"No matter what, this is a turning point in the history of the American wizarding world. It is the best opportunity ever."

“That’s why there’s such a big move.”

At this point, Holm paused and asked tentatively: "Look, what do we need to do next?"

It was no wonder that Home was overthinking it, as he hadn’t seen his leader in the past few days, and the Magic Congress was very sure about this information.

If this is true, and if not handled properly, then the Saints are very likely to face the risk of extinction.

"Holm, what do you think?" Grindelwald said with a smile.

"me……"

Hearing the leader's tone, Holm broke out in a cold sweat and immediately stammered, not knowing what to say.

See how Holm performs.

Grindelwald felt bored, and it suddenly reminded him of his confidant Rosier.

If Rozier were here, he wouldn't say these words at all.

Just provide true information and wait quietly for your orders.

Finally, execute without compromise.

Instead of being like Holm now, hesitating and wanting to test but not having the courage.

Hey!

Thinking of the dead Rosier, Grindelwald sighed inwardly.

He was suddenly disappointed and waved his hand, signaling Holm to leave.

When Holm saw this, he left quickly as if he had been pardoned.

Just as he opened the door of the principal's office.

A voice came from my ear.

"Order all saints to be on standby and ready for battle."

"This time, we will wipe out the last remaining resistance from the Magic Congress and the goblins in one fell swoop."

Chapter 548 Voldemort and the Fire of Hell

Durmstrang, Germany.

"Damn it!"

"Why has it never been mentioned in history?"

"Not only does it have a targeted effect on the soul, it can also transform the human body, extending lifespan almost infinitely."

"Hellfire...what on earth is this thing!"

In the spacious research room, a ball of dark red hellfire burned in the air.

Tom Riddle walked back and forth around the hellfire, stopping and starting, with curses, surprise, and even fear constantly coming out of his mouth.

Of course, the feather pen next to it automatically filters out irrelevant words, leaving only the owner's true research experience on the Hellfire.

The more Tom Riddle studied the hellfire, the more difficult and even desperate it seemed to him.

He understood the concept of contracts and had done some research on it.

Ideas such as interruption, concealment, simulation, and diversion were enough for him to conduct various experiments and find a way to escape from Lockhart.

But the hellfire before him was so difficult to deal with that it was like a parasite deep in his soul. Any attempt to escape would only cause the hellfire to start burning.

That feeling of putting the soul into a grinder, that burning sensation, as if every thought and every ounce of energy in one's soul must be burned as new firewood.

It's really unforgettable.

When he thought of that, Tom Riddle couldn't help but tremble and his face turned ugly.

Damn Voldemort, damn bastard, I was almost successful, as long as I get out of Lockhart's control, then the sky will really fly.

Even teaming up with Voldemort to deal with Lockhart would be no problem.

Well, if Tom Riddle really gets out of control, I'm afraid the first thing he would do is swallow Voldemort.

Only after swallowing Voldemort can he better deal with Lockhart.

call!

The thought came to my mind, and suddenly, I seemed to have sensed something. The fire of hell deep in my soul began to shake, as if giving a warning, or perhaps notifying me of some information.

"What's wrong with the school recently?"

Tom Riddle asked directly, summoning a house-elf.

"Master... Master." A little elf wearing tattered clothes frowned and kept thinking, as if recalling all the unusual things.

But in the end, he shook his head and said to Tom Riddle: "Nothing unusual, Master."

Seeing this, Tom Riddle waved his hand again to drive away the house-elf.

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers lightly, and in an instant, a dark red flame of hell burst out.

The pupils of his eyes turned dark red, and the firelight shone on Tom Riddle's gloomy face.

in danger?

I have to say, although this hellfire is difficult to get rid of, it is indeed useful.

The hellfire warning just now couldn't be without reason.

As his thoughts turned, Tom Riddle waved his wand casually.

Whoosh!

Black shadows flashed and phantoms moved.

The next moment, Tom Riddle appeared at the tip of Durmstrand Castle.

The sky was blue, but a cold wind blew, and at a glance, large areas of white appeared before our eyes.

Thick snow covered the castle, the meadow, and the plain.

call!call!call!

The dark red hellfire emerged and kept jumping.

Tom Riddle closed his eyes silently, merged his spirit into the hellfire, and used the power of hellfire to sense potential danger.

hum!

The flames of hell were beating wildly, as if they sensed some kind of danger coming, but they didn't know where it came from.

After an unknown amount of time, Tom Riddle slowly opened his eyes and looked into the distance.

Following his line of sight, he could vaguely see a bloody trace quietly emerging in the whiteness in the distance.

boom!

He waved the magic wand vigorously, and with a bang, a dark green firework exploded in the sky.

An image of a skull and snakes intertwined appeared in the sky.

Death Eater Mark!

Then, it seemed as if I sensed something?

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Dark shadows appeared around Tom Riddle and on the top of the castle.

A Death Eater from a pure-blood family!

"Owner……"

A Death Eater in a black robe asked hesitantly.

He was a little curious about what the master asked them to do.

But before he could finish his words, Tom Riddle slowly raised his arm, with the tip of his wand pointing at the direction where the red mist appeared in the distance.

All the Death Eaters looked in the direction of the wand.

A red mark appeared on the originally white ground. The mark was not big and even looked like a line from a distance.

However, all the Death Eaters couldn't help swallowing, their eyes filled with shock.

Most of them are pure-blood wizards with keen intuition and mastery of advanced magic.

With such a strong killing wave, a vast red fog came into view.

They did not run away because their master was supporting them.

"Come on, let me go see an old friend!"

Tom Riddle sensed a familiar breath from it, a cold smile appeared on his face, and he said indifferently.

The voice fell, the shadow flickered, and the figure of Tom Riddle disappeared.

The other Death Eaters looked at each other and seemed to know who the old friend was that the other party was talking about.

His face suddenly froze, but as a Death Eater waved his wand, he cast Apparition and followed Tom Riddle.