The middle-aged Auror's body collapsed to the ground.
This drew countless exclamations!
"No!"
Argus made a fist and gestured toward the direction where the middle-aged Auror had fallen.
Seemingly trying to grab something, he quickly walked towards his body.
He reached out and gently closed his eyes.
His tone was filled with sadness.
"Why...why don't you even..."
"Avada Kedavra!"
The Director Auror was terrified!
He dared not let Argus speak again, for fear that he too would be swayed by his words!
His spell was like a signal!
Several ghastly green lights flashed from all around the square!
The target was Argus in the square!
The deadly curse that terrifies countless people did not faze Argus.
Instead, a barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He had two top wizards, Vinda Rosier and Abernathy, by his side.
How could such an obvious attack possibly hit!
Sure enough, the moment the green light appeared, two spells condensed into two stone walls that rose in front of him.
The Avada Kedavra, radiating a ghastly green light, crumbled upon contact!
Before the acolytes could make a move, several young Aurors stabbed them in the back and took down the leaders!
"Expelliarmus!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
"..."
In just a few seconds, the Aurors who made the move were knocked to the ground.
Just as Vinda Rosier's wand flashed green, preparing to kill them, Argus spoke.
"Wait a minute, Vinda!"
He brushed aside Vinda's wand and walked toward the captured Auror.
The acolytes made way for him like a tide.
Looking at the indignant Auror, Argus sighed deeply.
"Haven't you killed enough of our comrades over the years? Why do you have to exterminate us all?"
"My father has already been imprisoned by you, and now you won't even spare an eleven-year-old child!"
"Bah! You and your father are both bewitching demons! You are the scourge of the wizarding world!"
The Director Auror gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with hatred.
"You say we are the source of trouble, but what have we done? We have pursued truth and freedom?"
"Is it a sin for us to want wizards to live in the sunlight?"
Argus was not angry; instead, he showed a hint of sadness, and a blue light flashed in his eyes.
"I have said that we have never been enemies. We have the same identity and the same goal."
"What we should do is..."
"Avada Kedavra!"
The Auror Director, having somehow concealed a wand, launched another sneak attack the instant Argus approached!
"Argus!" Vinda Rosier's face flashed with unprecedented terror as she rushed toward Argus without regard for her own safety.
But Argus's lips curled into a contemptuous smile, as if he had expected this all along.
He dodged the attack by slightly turning his body to the side.
"Sir, you seem to have forgotten that while my prophetic abilities are indeed inferior to my father's, they are not entirely useless."
Argus picked up his wand and twirled gracefully around the room.
"Protego Diabolica!"
As the incantation rang out, pale blue flames burned all around!
Although not as dazzling as Grindelwald's work back then, it was still enough to drive the acolytes mad.
Even Vinda Rosier, who had taken care of him for many years, couldn't hide the burning passion in her eyes!
"Protego Diabolica! It's Protego Diabolica!"
Abernathy's shocked voice rang out from behind Argus, who chuckled and looked at the acolytes.
"My friends, the final moment has arrived. Step over this flame and shatter the illusions of those who are asleep!"
"Go and fight for the greater good!"
"Proclaim to the entire wizarding world: The acolytes have returned!"
Vinda Rosier looked at the boy in the center of the square, suddenly smiled, and strode into the flames.
Next up was Abernathy, his face contorted with fervor.
"For the greater good!"
Led by the two, the acolytes stepped into the flames one by one, and then Apparated away.
At that moment, a system notification flashed through Argus's mind.
[Congratulations, host, on taking control of the acolytes and achieving the achievement: Successor of the Dark Lord]
[Achievement Points Reward: 500]
"500 points, that's enough for me to do a five-pull!"
"Let's find a quiet place after this is all resolved before we think about how to use it."
Argus thought to himself.
After everyone left, only Argus, Vinda Rosier, and Abernathy remained. Vinda looked at the several Aurors tied up at her feet and asked Argus a question.
"Argus, what should we do with these Aurors?"
Argus didn't even glance at them, and waved his wand.
The blue flames instantly engulfed them.
"Auror? Where did this Auror come from?"
...
Inside the pitch-black tower.
An elderly man with white hair and heterochromatic eyes looked at Argus with great interest.
"Good job, little guy."
"What's the next plan? Take over the Austrian Ministry of Magic?"
With Argus, his adopted son, to pass the time, Grindelwald was in much better shape than he was in the original story.
Although they were imprisoned in Nurmengard, their quality of life was not much worse than it had been outside. Apart from not going out, it was no different from being outside.
When Grindelwald asked him a question, Argus curled his lip in disdain.
"I want to live for another two years! Taking over the Ministry of Magic now is no different from a formal declaration of war."
"If it weren't for the agreement you made back then, I definitely wouldn't have made such a big fuss. The best option would have been to lie low and wait until I had truly grown up."
Grindelwald shrugged, looking somewhat helpless.
"I didn't expect that you would actually pass the test of those old guys."
"How about I send you to Durmstrang to hide for a few years?"
"Forget it, it's better to stay in Nurmengard than go there. At least the Ministry of Magic won't dare to touch you in front of us." Argus shook his head to indicate his refusal.
"As for what I'll choose next, you've already figured it out, haven't you?"
"You want to go to England?" Grindelwald answered after a moment's thought.
"The German and Austrian Ministries of Magic have reached an unprecedented level of surveillance on us, and after today, they will rack their brains to target the acolytes even more."
"Instead of continuing to struggle here, we should go to England and seek a new path."
"And…" A slight smile appeared on Argus's lips.
"I can even go to Hogwarts and help you get revenge!"
"Think about it, Dumbledore's students, whom he painstakingly taught, joined the acolytes one after another. All the fruits of his labor over the years have been used to benefit us..."
Argus's tone was seductive, causing Grindelwald's eyes to flicker with desire.
Argus had already decided to go to Hogwarts when he obtained the system.
This was not only due to the development of the acolytes, but also due to the system's achievement rewards.
Compared to Durmstrang or Beauxbatons, Hogwarts, the home of the protagonist Harry Potter and the starting point of all the stories, obviously offered a much greater chance of earning achievement points.
While his own talent was one aspect, Argus was equally unwilling to miss out on the system's bonuses.
"But you don't have an acceptance letter from Hogwarts."
A sly glint flashed in Grindelwald's eyes as he looked at him with a mocking expression.
Argus wasn't falling for that. He knew from the moment he transmigrated that his orphanage was located in England, and that today was his birthday; Hogwarts would definitely send a round-faced, chubby Scottish owl to deliver a message.
If they hadn't received it yet, there was only one possible outcome...
It was hidden by the old man right in front of him!
Noticing Argus's suspicious gaze, Grindelwald waved his hand in annoyance and released an owl from behind him, which flew to Argus's side.
"Even your own father doubts you, little Argus, you're becoming less and less lovable!"