"Ah, they insist on seeing a band, so let's watch one."
With a flushed face, Ian conjured up a Gunter Band on a whim, unsure if it was Voldemort's grandfather, grandmother, or maybe a cousin, pulling out his magic wand.
"Corpse Reappearance!"
Ian's magic was successfully cast, and Tom Riddle's family stood up, pieced together, and began to truly dance at the ghostly feast.
"Let's get hyped! This is what music and dance should be!" Ian possibly resurrected even more of Voldemort's relatives, a group of skeletons started imitating Michael Jackson under his command.
"..."
Helena Ravenclaw looked at the revived skeletons with a complex expression, knowing she had clearly worried too much. This wasn't about ghosts being a bad influence on the little wizard, she should worry if the little wizard would lead the ghosts astray! Where does one find a first-year who has mastered Imperio to this extent?
Dozens of skeletons!
Planning to form an undead army upon graduation?
...
The moon was obscured by dark clouds.
Hogwarts was hosting a unique event full of singing and dancing.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
The dilapidated Gaunt's Old Mansion once again welcomed two visitors. A bearded man and a long-haired woman, they walked along the overgrown path towards the house Ian and Grindelwald had left. Along the way, several Muggles, restored to factory settings, were already awake but were wailing like babies in the cold wind.
Several green lights shot out, and those Muggles with ill intentions towards wizards fell to the ground, experiencing rejuvenation for a time before truly gaining infant-like peaceful sleep.
The two wizards did not even glance at the Muggles' bodies, heading straight to the door of Gaunt's Old Mansion, their faces changing greatly upon discovering the protective spells had all been nullified.
"The master's treasure! The treasure the master asked us to check has really been stolen?" The woman rushed in anxiously, her voice filled with anger and fear.
"Is it still there?"
The bearded man stood guard at the door.
He loudly inquired to the two companions who entered the house.
His voice also carried unease.
"Gone!"
The woman searched the entire room, kicking over a table in helpless rage, but even after another moment of searching, she had no success in the not-so-large house.
"We are looking for a ring! It must be very small!" The bearded man couldn't help but rush into the house, glancing around at the decaying furniture and beginning a destructive search.
"You Ministry of Magic scumbag! Of course I know what we're looking for! Can't you see! It's gone! The master will surely blame us for it!"
The woman's voice was filled with fear and anger, "Who is it! How dare they! How dare they steal from the Black Demon King! I will catch them and kill them!"
In contrast to the hysterical woman because of fear, the bearded man, although also filled with fear, retained basic rationality.
"Don't panic, the master called us to find his thing because he must have known something in advance. Not finding it doesn't mean we caused it to be lost."
The bearded man reasonably analyzed.
However, the woman sneered, "Do you think the master cares whether we made a mistake or not? Don't forget who he is! He is the powerful Black Demon King! If we disappoint him! We will be punished! Have you already forgotten his high standards of expectation for us over the years?"
With these words said.
The bearded man became silent.
The quiet atmosphere was only filled with the chirping of insects outside.
"It must be Dumbledore! Or those lackeys of Dumbledore!" The woman cursed through gritted teeth, evidently hating the person she mentioned.
"We can't fight Dumbledore. Even if the item is with him, we can't take it back." The bearded man sighed, and the woman beside him clearly understood this point.
"The master needs his items; we must help the master find them." The woman couldn't come up with a solution but still spoke with determined tone to the man.
"Of course, I understand this... I think the master knows this too." The bearded man seemed to realize something, pulling out a particularly special edition from his pocket.
"Today, something was stolen from Gringotts, reportedly done by those Saints from that year, and Dumbledore recently reported to the Ministry of Magic that the one who lost something was him."
The bearded man seemed to be analyzing something.
"What does that mean?"
The woman was confused.
"Dumbledore isn't without enemies, nor is there no one to stand against him. His nemesis Grindelwald has acted, obviously unwilling to remain imprisoned."
"Perhaps what Dumbledore lost was some kind of contract used to restrain Grindelwald? If the Saints found this contract for their boss, then..." The bearded man looked outside the window; despite the dark and foggy night with low visibility, he wasn't actually expecting to see anything out there.
"No wonder he's the master, already having control over all information." The bearded man's admiration piqued the woman's curiosity, and facing her gaze, he produced a Door Key.
"This is the second task given to me by the master."
The bearded man looked down at the somewhat sinister metal statue in his hand.
"What task?"
The woman frowned.
"If you don't know, then the master doesn't trust you enough, heh... stay here and wait for me." With that, the bearded man activated the Door Key in his hand.
His figure vanished from Gaunt's Old Mansion.
Austria.
Nimongard.
The bearded man draped himself in a black cloak, cautiously proceeding, breaking through one layer of protective magic after another. Astonished at how simple these protective magics were.
He arrived in front of a cell where someone resided.
"Interesting."
The person inside was reading, though it seemed somewhat pretentious, he looked up at the bearded man outside the door, his gaze showing a hint of displeasure.
"Don't you know this is where Gellert Grindelwald resides in seclusion? Dare to disturb my peace, it seems this era has forgotten how terrifying my reputation as the first Black Demon King truly is!"
The aura was indeed fierce.
The bearded man was somewhat frightened.
However.
He still furtively slipped an item into the room.
"My master sends his regards to you."
It was a brand new magic wand.