Gellert Lohart always harvested only failure.
"Open for me!"
Gradually becoming agitated, Gellert Lohart roared, the considerable magic power in his body violently surging. His wand, already resistant to his use, suddenly started to heat up.
"Alohomora!"
Unaware, Gellert Lohart continued to cast the Unlocking Spell.
This time.
The wand did not continue to remain forcibly used but chose a special response.
"Boom!"
It exploded directly.
The magic that had brewed out of control burst directly toward Gellert Lohart's face.
"Ah!!!"
He let out an exceedingly painful scream.
Like a gun misfiring, Gellert Lohart was hit by the magic out of control, but fortunately, he was only using the Unlocking Spell, so he didn't end up with a gruesome headshot. Nonetheless, the spell that caused his right eye to bleed continuously still inflicted heart-wrenching pain.
"My face! My face!"
This is what professional dedication means — the idol's professional dedication. Gellert Lohart did not care about his eyesight, only whether his face would be disfigured by the out-of-control spell.
He stumbled toward the mirror, even though his head was dizzy and drenched in cold sweat due to the pain, he still managed to force himself to check his face with his other eye.
Fortunately, the spell only hit the right eye.
"It's all because of that damned anti-Dumbledore alliance!" Gellert Lohart still didn't understand who came after him, his intelligence in this aspect did not improve even after Biological Transformation Technique was applied to him.
"You are Grindelwald now, shouldn't you be against Dumbledore?" Suddenly, Gellert Lohart heard a teasing laugh behind him.
It wasn't an illusion.
This made Gellert Lohart get goosebumps immediately.
"Forgetfulness Spell!"
Believing it to be a moment of crisis, Gellert Lohart, upon turning around, cast his most proud and the only magic that he could ensure a 100% success rate.
The swift, fierce Forgetfulness Spell was a stark contrast to the previous Unlocking Spell, faster and more potent than a normal Forgetfulness Spell, clearly having its unique understanding and improvement methods.
Many ill-prepared powerful wizards would surely be affected, yet there stood no one at the place where the sound came from, only an ancient floating mirror drifting there.
It seemed to anticipate the landing of the Forgetfulness Spell, using its mirror surface to catch it directly, then the outstanding Forgetfulness Spell of Gellert Lohart rebounded immediately.
The incoming speed was swift.
The rebound speed was naturally the same.
Gellert Lohart had no time to dodge, directly hitting head-on by his own Forgetfulness Spell, he fell to the ground like a crashed computer.
The peculiarly appearing suspended mirror slowly disappeared.
After a long while.
Gellert Lohart climbed up from the ground, clutching his head.
"Who am I?"
Gellert Lohart struggled to hold onto the dressing table, his mind blank, he looked towards the mirror in front with a vacant expression, the injured eye still bleeding slowly.
"Am I a handsome old man?"
"What happened to my eye..."
Even losing memory couldn't change his narcissistic habit; Gellert Lohart raised his hand towards his right eye, the bleeding eye had the texture of cataracts exploded by the out-of-control spell.
He squinted his eyes suspiciously.
"Ka~"
The lock on the dressing table drawer suddenly snapped open, giving Gellert Lohart a fright; he retreated several steps and even fell sitting on the ground.
"Scared me to death!"
After patting his chest to calm down his emotions for a while, Gellert Lohart then got up from the ground, cautiously approaching the dressing table drawer to take a look inside.
A thick diary lay quietly in the drawer.
"Gellert Grindelwald..."
Lohart read aloud the signature on the diary.
"Is this my diary?" In a state where he couldn't remember anything, the already uneasy Lohart seemed to grab onto a straw of hope at this moment.
...
The quiet, deserted night in Hogwarts Village.
Beneath the big tree.
A middle-aged wizard wearing a comical top hat looked up at the distant castle, an ancient mirror appeared out of thin air, then was expressionlessly tucked into his robe.
Then, the wandering chess player looked at the chessboard in front of him, different from the one displayed during the day; this chessboard was filled with various human chess pieces.
The chess pieces had unique shapes, not belonging to any pieces in Wizard Chess but rather resembling sculptures of living people, with Dumbledore, Snape, and Grindelwald among them.
"Careless Prophet, this is the correct direction..." The middle-aged wizard gazed at the chess pieces, muttering to himself. He raised his hand to gently tap the black chess piece on the chessboard.
"At least for me, it is."
The quiet night.
The homeless wanderer whispered tiredly, the moonlight cascaded down through the branches, shining upon the pure silver ring on his hand.
The ancient ring glimmered faintly.
The top had a raven sculpted on it.
...
The next day.
Ian woke up in the Room of Requirement.
His head felt a bit sore, dry mouth and throat, and the pillow he was hugging was somewhat too chilly, perhaps preferable in summer, but certainly unsuitable for winter — Ian's mind slowly rebooted, and upon opening his eyes, the first thing in his view was a gruesome face without eyes.
"What did I do last night!"
Ian let out a terrified scream.
He immediately released the dispirited Dementor, dressed in Halloween attire and tied up like a dumpling, bouncing up from the Room of Requirement's floor as if he were a startled fawn.
"Yeah, what did you do to us last night?"
Ian hadn't yet recalled his lost memories while looking at the Dementor on the floor like a pillow.
The next moment.
Dozens of books made of skeletons floated over.
They surrounded Ian.
Issuing a filled-with-indignation query.
"Book of the Snake Language"
Ian recognized his own scrawl on the book.