I swung a sword at Hogwarts

John Apparates back here.

He appeared in Diagon Alley, next to a Wizarding World Post Office.

John glanced and paused.

He stared at the owl that flew out, and an idea suddenly came to his mind.

“I can’t set an anchor in the past, so let the future do it.”

Once an idea comes into being, it starts to grow wildly.

John said to himself, "I'll try again after finishing the Credence business."

The current conditions were not sufficient, and John took a deep look at the Owl Post Office.

He heads for the Portkey, encountering Malfoy's men on the way.

what?

Why can it be confirmed that it is Malfoy?

That iconic platinum hair, that arrogant, irritating expression, and his penchant for dressing in all black.

All the evidence was enough for John to confirm that it was someone from the Malfoy family.

After all, Malfoy's genes are strong, and several generations have almost the same expression.

I just don't know which elder of Draco that Malfoy is.

Next to Malfoy, a man in his twenties with black hair was talking to him.

Pale face and dark golden eyes.

The man whispered to Malfoy.

“You should continue to make an impact.”

"I'm taking a big risk already," said Malfoy.

The man chuckled and said meaningfully, "Why do I feel like you are deceiving me?"

Malfoy smiled awkwardly, with a flash of fear in his eyes: "How could that be."

"Grindelwald will change the world, and the Malfoys need to choose their team," the man stood up and put his hat on.

To Malfoy, it sounded like a warning.

Malfoy snorted.

Grindelwald's ideas are different from pure-blood supremacy. What he seeks is a revolution, a reform to change the wizarding lifestyle.

What the Malfoy and other pure-blood families want is for pure-bloods to be supreme.

Their philosophies are different, and Grindelwald has killed pure-bloods before.

"Grindelwald cannot give the pure-bloods the correct status. You will be spurned by the pure-bloods, Edgar." Malfoy also gave his own advice to his friend who was a relative of his.

"Grindelwald is the light I'm looking for," the man pressed down the brim of his hat, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "I'm willing to die for him."

How could someone who wasn't afraid of death be afraid of being spurned by purebloods?

...

Paris.

I don’t know when it started, but this place seems to be equated with romance.

Those who come here on vacation are looking forward to encountering a romantic love.

John also had a chance encounter, but it was not a romantic love, but he was forced to leave.

After picking up the clothes he ordered at the clothing store, John looked at the three stars on the collar and nodded with satisfaction.

"take care."

The owner came personally to see John out with a big smile on his face.

This customer was generous and his requests were clear and organized, unlike the vague and abstract ones of others. He was the tailor shop's favorite customer.

John nodded slightly and left.

Walking to a corner where no one was watching, he stuffed the neatly packed box of clothes into his handbag.

Going to the hiding place, he looked for the coming circus.

"Circus? They've already left." A beautiful flower shop owner told John.

John fell into deep thought and said uncertainly, "You mean, that circus went out on tour?"

"Yeah, they're gone and need to go on tour in Europe for a few months."

Perhaps because John is good-looking, the proprietress told John the news for free.

In return, John left the flower shop with a bouquet of daisies.

"So...I have to wait until they come back?"

Plans cannot keep up with changes. John originally wanted to squeeze Credence dry, but he didn't expect the circus to just go on tour and leave.

It was also John's fault. When he sent people to the circus to work illegally, he didn't understand the specific plan.

It's more about giving Credence a place to hide his identity.

Even he couldn't arrange everything in detail.

This caused Credence to leave Paris again in a daze and go to another country.

"Well, this is a good time to prepare."

John was helpless. He first needed to find a place to stay.

The wizarding world is not suitable for his hiding place, so the place of residence needs to start from the Muggle world.

...

Chapter 547 Hello, Edgar

"The money I got from the Sniffers wasn't much."

No matter how much money Sniff had, it couldn't withstand John's lavish spending.

Originally, John had only planned to perform a second time flash within two months, but it was delayed because of the circus tour.

He wandered around in the hiding place, stopped in an alley, and slowly turned around to look.

"You've been following me for so long, you need to explain your intentions."

Not far behind John, a man of outstanding height and pale face smiled slightly.

The man raised his head, revealing dark golden eyes from under his hat brim.

"Let me guess, you are attracted to my flowers?" John saw those eyes and it reminded him of Heinrich.

"You're joking, Mr. Joel." The man bowed and took off his hat to reveal his smooth black hair. "Wolfgang Edgar, you may not know me, but you are extremely important to my followers."

"That's really an honor." John shrugged, "I'm just an ordinary wizard passing by."

"It is an honor for the great Grindelwald to remember me."

When he said the word 'great', there was no fear or respect in his voice, but rather an extremely calm tone.

Wolfgang looked at John deeply, and when he heard the name from Grindelwald's mouth, he was surprised at his own light.

He knew Grindelwald too well.

This is an extremely arrogant wizard. The only person he takes seriously is Dumbledore, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.

'Jor' is a name that has been mentioned many times since Wolfgang followed Grindelwald.

That name also appeared with Dumbledore.

Only Wolfgang, the most trusted confidant, could know.

Grindelwald's obsession with 'Yor' is no less than Dumbledore's.

One could even say that it had reached a point where Wolfgang had to count who appeared more times.

Grindelwald was arrested, but Wolfgang, his confidant, was not in a hurry at all.

He even knew that after this time, there would be new members in Grindelwald's revolutionary team.

This is the charm of Grindelwald. Everyone who comes into contact with him will be unconsciously integrated into him.

I thought my boss would contact me after developing some followers.

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald found himself through some means in the first week of being imprisoned.

Wolfgang knew a piece of news.

The man named 'Yol' reappeared after more than 20 years.

And Wolfgang just wants to find the other party.

A glimpse of Diagon Alley allowed Wolfgang to follow John.

"Mr. Joel, may I have the honor of inviting you for a drink?" Wolfgang invited.

John smiled slightly, "My appearance fee is very expensive."

"I believe Edgar can afford it." Wolfgang smiled confidently.

As the head of the ancient pure-blood family Edgar, he has the capital.

"Well, I guess I need to go over there, don't I?"

John glanced behind him and saw a beautiful woman had appeared there out of nowhere, holding a wand in her hand.

With bright eyes and red lips, she is like a blooming black rose, handsome, proud and cold.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Joel, Wenda Rosier." Wenda stared at John, the wand in her hand ready to prevent John from escaping at any time.

As Grindelwald's right-hand man, John is a powerful figure.

Unlike being alone in America, Europe is Grindelwald's home turf.

Wolfgang stepped aside to make way, and extended his right hand in invitation.

John knew that his chances of leaving now were too slim, so he walked towards Wolfgang and was invited to leave without making a move.

It was a pub with only a few people.

Wolfgang sat opposite John, and behind him was Wenda, who was looking at John with a scrutinizing look.

"Austrian wine from 1882." Wolfgang gently swirled the red wine in the glass and said in an amazed tone, "Wine is a magical thing. It becomes more and more mellow as time goes by."

“It’s the same with people.”

Through the wine, his eyes fell on John.

"And you, Mr. Yoel?"

Wolfgang leaned forward slightly, letting the cross hang naturally.

"You don't look like someone in their forties?"

"Grindelwald has searched for you many times, but you never showed up. Why do you reappear now, especially when he is being captured?"

Wolfgang stared at John, with too many questions.

Not just Wolfgang, but also from Grindelwald.

This was an interrogation, and John remained calm in the face of the two wizards.

He picked up the wine glass and shook it gently.

The aroma of wine was released from the swaying glass, and John chuckled, "You have too many questions, Edgar."

His back touched the back of the chair, and John looked comfortable and relaxed.

"You should know something, but what price can you pay?"

"The price?" Wolfgang exclaimed.

John said as a matter of course: "Equivalent exchange."