Nimongard.
This gloomy castle, standing in the valley, seems like a forgotten corner in the Magic World, surrounded by dense fog and forests for a long time, isolated from the view of the world. The stone walls of the castle are mottled, dilapidated, and the years have engraved indelible marks on it. Every brick and tile seems to tell the story of past glory and present decline.
In the dim and narrow room, the world knows that the notorious Gellert Grindelwald is imprisoned here. Even Voldemort's Death Eaters can't help but feel fearful in the face of such a figure.
"My master asked me to bring his greetings to you." The bearded man with a cloak pushed a Magic Wand into the room and spoke in a low voice, suppressing his nervousness, "He knows your ideals and agrees with your views. The time has come now, and he hopes you can make the world see your power again."
"Dumbledore has poisoned the Wizarding World for far too long, and someone like you is needed to stand up and judge Dumbledore. My master hopes you can seize this rare opportunity." The bearded man also knew how bold his words were, so as soon as he saw the old man stand up, he quickly took a few steps back.
Honestly.
If it weren't for needing to repeat the words of his master, the bearded man really didn't want to speak like this. He was really worried that Gellert Grindelwald would directly ask him, "Are you teaching me what to do?"
This would be impossible to respond to!
Perhaps to most Wizards in the British Wizarding World, Grindelwald is just a character in historical stories, but to the bearded man from the Ministry of Magic, he knows more than other Wizards. Not to mention that the dormant Death Eaters have been studying Dumbledore and Dumbledore's weaknesses all these years.
Regarding Dumbledore's past, the Pure-blood Nobility might not know as much in detail as these Death Eaters—of course, being able to say something like letting Grindelwald judge Dumbledore clearly shows their understanding of Dumbledore and Grindelwald hasn't reached a thorough level.
It's actually quite normal.
After all, the story from a century ago has been buried too long and hidden too deeply by Dumbledore himself. The unspeakable past is only understood by a very few people.
Voldemort and his followers certainly couldn't easily access such secrets.
"Magic Wand?"
Gellert Grindelwald's eyes flashed with excitement. He swiftly approached the door of the cell, with words of extreme resentment in his speech.
"Dumbledore indeed was sent to the trial! He's a sinister and cunning villain! I was deceived by him! It was he who made me imprisoned here, eating only some pickles and millet porridge every day!" This was clearly the genuine expression of the old man, filled with extreme resentment and gnashing teeth.
Perhaps what he said and what the bearded man believed were actually not the same, but the bearded man couldn't hear the difference. He was only pleased that Gellert Grindelwald's reaction was the one they hoped to see.
"Yes, exactly. We'd be happy to support this from behind. If you and your friends need allies, you can cooperate with us after you come out."
"Just ask around a bit and you can contact us... In the matter of killing Dumbledore, we share the same demands and desires." The bearded man's tone was also filled with venom and hatred. No one hated Dumbledore more, who had made them lose their glory, than these Death Eaters.
"You?"
Gellert Grindelwald frowned and looked up, picked up the Magic Wand on the ground, and weighed it in his hand. Seeing him intend to cast a spell, the bearded man immediately pulled out the Door Key.
"Looking forward to your visit."
The bearded man stared at the Magic Wand he brought, leaving only a sentence before hurriedly activating the Door Key. His timid appearance seemed as if he was very worried about being used by Gellert Grindelwald to test the sharpness of the new Magic Wand—when facing a Dark Wizard of this level, even those who are also Dark Wizards have to be sufficiently cautious.
The bearded man was too aware of what the Wizards in the cell could do and what they had done before, like setting half of Paris on fire. He didn't want to be used by such a Wizard to vent the anger of being imprisoned for decades.
"Swish~"
The mysterious cloaked man's figure disappeared outside the cell. He destroyed the protective means, causing the shield here to lose effect, and ran so fast, partly because he was worried about being seen by the approaching Ministry of Magic officials—the obvious paranoia was slightly overthought. Far away, a group of Ministry of Magic officials, upon sensing the protection lost its effect, all just stood up suddenly, looked at each other, and then sat back down to resume a game of Wizard Chess.
Report?
What report... Any bureaucrat sitting here playing chess knows that their superiors are all people from the opposing side! Eleven years ago, the Saints began secret activities again. Considering Austria alone, who knows how many Wizards in Austria secretly joined the party over the past eleven years!
Perhaps the colleagues guarding the prison with him have ancestral roots from the opposition!
Can't afford to bet, truly can't afford to bet, knowing the Saints have been active again for eleven years, and Austria's Ministry of Magic massively replaced in-service high officials over ten years ago.