"Everyone use the Bubble-Head Charm, the Supersensory Charm, and the Levitation Rune circuit in quick succession, it might be a few kilometres, I haven't tried this method, but it should work ..." Harry said with uncertainty, "It was Hermione's idea. "
As he spoke, a transparent, pearly white ghost sized him up curiously.
"I never thought this would happen." Myrtle said happily, and from the way she was beaming, it looked as if the New Year had come early.
"Believe me, I didn't think I'd be leading a group of people here either." Harry squeezed the words out of his teeth as Myrtle let out a trail of giggles and twirled in the air in a quick circle, the eyes of the members of the Frontline Lookout Club staring blankly at the scene.
"I swear she wasn't this happy even when Peeves was being fanned all over the castle by Fred and George on an exhibition." Ron whispered to Neville on the side, "Or even if you add the time when she found out that Hermione's face was covered in cat fur-"
Hermione gave him a stern cross look.
"I didn't expect you and Myrtle to have such a good relationship." Luna commented out of the blue, her tone filled with envy.
Ron glared at her.
"Okay, you guys!" Harry said, "Everyone move - I'm not sure if Professor Hap has conveyed this to the other professors in case we get caught ..." he said uneasily, not half quite happy with them laughing and giggling without any vigilance, he felt annoyed.
Myrtle's laughter was also a little jarring, but there was nothing else he could do about it but pretend he couldn't hear it, who made this abandoned girls' lavatory, Myrtle's territory? He could only send a silent urging with his eyes.
The students finally got serious and cast spells on themselves one by one. Pretty soon Harry regretted it - twenty or thirty people crowding into a common lavatory made the scene quite noisy whenever one of them said a word. The scene looked both comical and chaotic, especially when some of the students who seemed over-excited began to float in mid-air without significant weight, dancing and shouting with excitement.
Dean was casting a bubble-head charm on himself and the spell had barely taken shape when a foot fell from the sky.
"Ouch! Who stepped on my head?"
"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to, I couldn't control myself!" Seamus stifled a laugh as he acted as if nothing was his fault and said with a straight face, "Please pull me down-" before he could finish his sentence he let out a scream as Dean retaliated by grabbing his ankle and throwing him out with all his might.
Seamus crashed towards the wall like a wingless bird.
"A good shot." Katie Bell, the Quidditch player, commented.
Dean straightened his collar, "Thanks, I always knew I had the hidden talent to play Quidditch."
"I feel like I can't breathe ... sneaking into the girl's lavatory, my dad will send me a howler or two when he finds this out because I have tarnished the reputation of the Macmillan family - I shouldn't even be here. " Ernie Macmillan muttered.
"So why don't you leave? That would save room for two more people!" Ginny said with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm warning you, stop pointing fingers at my size - " Ernie growled in a low voice as he puffed up one of his fat arms.
"Then keep your fat mouth shut and cut the sour talk." Ginny said nonchalantly.
Ron stood next to Ginny with a bubble that resembled a fishbowl, his whole face looking swollen, "You want to fight?" Ron said in a jarring voice and instead of backing down, Ernie took a step forward, the two men stood about the same height, but Ernie is considerably stronger than Ron.
Harry hurried over in stride.
"Don't have any arguments." He struggled to separate Ron and Ernie, "Ernie, Justin is looking for you, he's not very good at the bubble head charm." Only after Ernie had moved away did Harry turn his attention to Ron, "You too, Ron -" he was about to give a couple of warnings when he realised that Ron's eyes looked twice as big as they had been under the bubble head charm, which made him look like an angry goldfish or a toad.
"Get a grip." Harry stifled a laugh and left.
"Thanks." Ginny said to Ron, who pretended like he didn't care and waved his hand, Ginny stared at his face and snorted, "Oops - I have to go find Luna, I wonder what she looks like -"
As soon as Harry returned to his original position, Hermione raised her hand to get his attention, "Harry, I think we need to add the Impervius Charm as well." Harry visualized the damp underground pipes in his head and immediately agreed.
Finally - after ten minutes when all the preparations had been made - Harry cleared his throat.
"Professor Hap-"
"Deputy Headmaster." Mafalda said, "He's our Deputy Headmaster now. I have been trying to interview him - or Professor McGonagall - about his plans for the school, but unfortunately I didn't get the chance."
"Thank you for filling me in on the latest plans of the Wall of Mystery tabloid - but now can you please shut up." Harry couldn't help but raise his volume, "Where did I stop? Oh, thank you, Hermione - Professor Hap has made a lot of modifications to the Chamber of Secrets, and the previous entrance originally could only be opened with the Parseltongue, but now there is a second way."
He raised one arm and a dozen individual rune symbols flew and gathered into a glowing key, then the place beneath their feet swayed and the tap above the sink Harry was facing glowed with a blinding white light, then the entire sink sunk and revealed a thick pipe in the ground.
Everyone clicked their tongue in amazement.
"Is this the way you guys went down to get into the Chamber of Secrets and kill the basilisk back then?" Parvati Patil asked in awe, she wore her hair in a long ponytail today, just like her twin sister. Parvati's hair tossed around and whipped between Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Yeah." Harry said.
"Can we learn this set of rune sequences?" Anthony Goldstein asked tactfully, "That way we don't have to ask you to open the door every time."
"Yes," Harry nodded, "that's what the Professor intended. Ron - you're first, lead on ahead, I'll stay at the end."
Ron took a deep breath and stood at the edge of the thick water pipe. Myrtle floated over to him with interest and plopped down in mid-air to stare straight at Ron's face.
"I still remember the first time you jumped off." She said sadly, "You were shorter than me then, but now you're a head taller than me."
"It's not just the head that has changed." Ron shot back at her and jumped, but things weren't quite what he had expected, as he disappeared from view in near-slow motion due to the effect of the rune circuit on his body. A few people impatiently poked their heads into the hole to look down, there was pitch-black darkness deep below.
After a few seconds, Ron's muffled voice came up.
"Oh - no danger, except it's a bit dark, I'll use my illumination magic now - wow! I feel like a rat in a hole, well, I mean - it's an amazing feeling, a gentle push, and you can fly out so far like you're gliding -"
The crowd looked at each other. Harry shrugged and said, "As you can hear, you can think of this as the first attraction of the Chamber of Secrets amusement park."
One by one the club members went down and Luna waved at Harry, "Thanks, we do need some fun now." Harry didn't say anything and when he and Myrtle were the only ones left in the abandoned girls' lavatory, Harry whispered.
"We certainly need some fun, but we also need a war shelter more than anything." He glanced up at some corner of the lavatory ceiling where there's a mirror, "I suppose you feel the same way, Professor Hap?"
...
"I certainly thought so."
"I found out this very early on: the Chamber of Secrets goes several kilometres underground in the school, and it is a natural shelter. In the event of any big disaster, students can head there for shelter, and I also built a hidden fireplace in the inner space of the statue of Salazar Slytherin - there's always the possibility of using it, even if you can't use it against Grindelwald now, but if you can extend the time to dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of years later from now, it could be a big help then."
Felix said with a nod from Professor McGonagall's office.
A mirror rippling with water in mid-air disappeared, and Professor McGonagall stared blankly into the air, " He has discovered it - perhaps Albus was right, Potter does have potential."
"He defeated Voldemort. Even if Voldemort was very weak at the time, it is an indisputable fact that he did it." Felix said, "Plus he is popular enough in the school to have the editor of the Wall of Mystery tabloid on his team, the founder of multiple school clubs ... I'm sure it won't take an afternoon for word of the underground amusement park to spread throughout the school."
"Very prescient, Felix. I'll ask both Head boy and Head girl to cooperate with Prefects to spread this news." Professor McGonagall said, with a sigh, "The situation has once again become very tricky, and the words of the acolyte this morning make me fear that Grindelwald will target the school. There are still a few more days left to go for the final holiday, and we must keep the students safe til then." Her last words had a firm edge to them.
"Well, I've handed that one over to Amelia, who should be discussing it with Babajide Akingbade at the moment, hopefully, it will bear a good conclusion." Felix said, "At the last meeting it was agreed by vote that twelve ministries of magic agreed to send men, and this team of Aurors came under Akingbade's command. Now that Amelia has come up with new solid evidence, I'm sure the number of ministries of magic that would agree to join the allied forces will increase again."
"How many Aurors and Hit wizards is Bones prepared to send?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously.
"A third."
Professor McGonagall frowned, "So it is less than fifty. That acolyte said that Grindelwald has nearly six or seven hundred people on his hands right now. Although these people are old, they are not all bad at what they do, they used to be the most loyal group of Grindelwald's men, and in case these people spread out in all directions to recruit wizards who are dissatisfied with the current state of the magical world, that number could immediately swell a dozen times over."
Felix rubbed his chin and said.
"There is no way around it, in order to prevent this situation you mentioned, the ministries of magic in each country must also leave enough manpower and reaction time, for the people of the International Confederation of Wizards, the most important thing now is to establish a smooth and stable communication channel, there is a lot to learn from some of Dumbledore's previous approaches, and... ..."
He stopped talking as the fireplace burst into flames and Ms. Bones walked out of it, in a dusty state.
"How did it go?" Professor McGonagall asked with a serious look.
"It has produced some results." Ms. Bones said wearily, "But Akingbade has refused the suggestion of placing all the nation's Aurors in England, and instead, he wants me to convince you to join the Allied forces as his second-in-command." She glanced at Felix.
"At the moment no one is sure how far Grindelwald has recovered his strength, if we go by the test results given by the healers of the International Confederation of Wizards, Grindelwald is now at best a little stronger than an elite Auror, but it can only be considered for a limited time, and if he has fully recovered his level of strength to back then... "
There was a meaningful gleam in her eyes.
With this information Felix Hap would never be able to leave so easily, only in the most troubled times would people realise what it meant to have a wizard like Dumbledore, or Felix in their lives.
"I'm not leaving the school at this time." Felix said with a frown, "It's uncertain what Grindelwald's true intentions are, but you can tell Akingbade that I'll take some action when the end of term has arrived - don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in commanding a large army of wizards with complex elements, and I'm sure the political tug-of-war involved in this will definitely consume most of my energy if I try to take a charge of it, and I won't be able to do my research and other things; I'll try to find Grindelwald and have a talk with him. The best outcome would of course be talking him out of it, with the secondary goal of figuring out his true agenda - or a little fight to find out what he's made of. I've always felt he's in too much of a hurry, and he shouldn't be in such a rush in his current state."
"Well, I will pass the word." Bones said with a sigh, "To be honest, I am just now realising that Voldemort seems er ... compared to the pressure brought on by Grindelwald, at least at the time you and Dumbledore were able to completely overpower Voldemort, and the Ministry of Magic Aurors and Order of the Phoenix members had an absolute advantage over the Death Eaters, but now Grindelwald has in his hands a force more than three times that of the British Ministry of Magic, and this is only the backbone of the group most loyal to him, and any random one of them can gather dozens or hundreds of followers ..."
"... If all these people could be used to target a certain country, it would be an absolute disaster of enormous magnitude." She seemed to imagine the scene and couldn't help but shudder, " Are you still unable to get in touch with Dumbledore?" She asked expectantly.
Felix and Professor McGonagall looked at each other slowly and shook their heads.
"There's no need to be so pessimistic, Amelia." Felix said, "Have you ever wondered why Grindelwald gave priority to gathering this core group of forces? According to that acolyte, Grindelwald even resorted to using Protego Diabolica to test the loyalty of every acolyte that chose to join him... he didn't do that back in his time."
"Are you saying he has little confidence?" Ms. Bones asked, on alert immediately.
Felix nodded in all seriousness.
"Grindelwald has two paths forward: violent confrontation and verbal bewitchment. If he chooses the former, he will immediately be branded as a dark wizard by the Ministries of Magic of every country, his past crimes will all be rehashed and magnified tenfold, and don't forget that the existing order shows no sign of collapse, and as long as we can keep a tight lid on it for a few months, things will be very different in time."
"If he chooses the latter - now more than half a century has passed, and even if his speeches held as much charisma as they did once, and even if his slogans reached the hearts of the general public, how many people are left today who would pledge their loyalty to him? The era that belonged to him has passed, and let's see, there won't be many of the new generations who will want to follow him - the young people probably haven't even heard of him, and if they have, it's a notorious reputation. The only thing to worry about is that he will be throwing his weight around in desperation, even if the chances of his survival become too small!"
...
Grindelwald stood on the finely detailed steps with Vinda Rosier and knocked on the door. As they waited, he said casually.
"I don't need too many people to pledge allegiance to me; it's enough if we can gather enough vocal support to intimidate the law enforcers. A couple of dozen ministries of magic are pulling each other's strings, and does Akingbade have enough authority to hold these people's might together? I'm not the same person I was back then, but neither Akingbade is the Dumbledore of that year."
"Believe me, Vinda, as long as we don't make the first move, no one will dare to take the initiative to start a wizarding war."
Grindelwald showed a sarcastic smile.
"But his identity does have some use, at least enough to deter some people, so here we are."
The sound of footsteps approached, and a woman dressed as a maid opened the door. She leaned in the doorway and surveyed the two men suspiciously, "Hello, may I ask who you are looking for?"
"We are looking for Mr. Babajide Akingbade." Vinda Rosier said.
"But - Mr. Akingbade has mentioned that he will not see any foreign guests, do you have an appointment?" The maid asked.
"It's an urgent official matter, related to Mr. Akingbade's biggest worry at the moment." Grindelwald said, "I spoke to the guards here, Grove, right? A very duty-bound lad."
The maid's eyes looked across their shoulders to the opposite side of the path, where a young man at the end of the path nodded his head in that direction.
"Oh," she moved out of the way, "come in, I'll go and wake him up - Mr. Akingbade has not slept for dozens of hours in a row - has been in a meeting and has only just laid down for a short time."
Grindelwald and Vinda Rosier were led into the drawing room, where Grindelwald sat down in a nice, comfortable chair, and with a calm demeanour, he took a book out of his pocket and read it with great concentration.
The Tales of Beedle the Bard?
The maid gave the tattered cover a critical glance, and she could see that its owner had definitely looked through it so often that several of the letters had flaked off. It seemed a little odd, but her wariness did lessen considerably.
Someone who liked to read fairy tale books couldn't be a bad person, could they? And this person was very polite ...
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What he said about the Chamber of Secrets amusement park is certainly not a casual thing; Felix is very serious about it.
The members of the frontline lookout club had already experienced the first ride, which the Creevey brothers called 'tunnelling through', and the others found it quite apt - through a long, damp underground pipe, as if they were travelling through some deep, deep crevice in the sea, their whole being lightly floating and whirling downwards under the effect of the levitation rune circuit. After the initial discomfort, they soon fell in love with the ride and shouted with glee.
The glow of illumination led them to a circular open space.
Harry recognised that there were remains of rats and small animals piled up here before - all eaten by the basilisk - but now they were all gone. Although it is still wet and dirty, at least it is no longer so ominous, and when they push open the last door, the students were stunned by what they saw before them.
In front of them, there is a town far vaster in scale than the Hogsmeade village, with snowy mountains, forests, sandy plains, and lakes ... Each place is not very grand, but the various terrains are like pieces of a brightly coloured jigsaw puzzle, and they are harmoniously put all together. Overhead is a blue sky with white clouds. At the entrance, they found a huge wall with instructions and directions.
"It wasn't there last time I was here," Harry gulped, as he pointed at his feet, "the last time I was here there was only a single path, I followed it all the way and came across-" he closed his mouth, but Ron and Hermione understood what he meant - an encounter with Voldemort.
"Hey! Have a look, there are quite a few projects up there." Seamus said in surprise, staring up at the lines and text descriptions on the instruction wall, "The flying rollercoaster-" "I think it's that thing." Dean interjected, pointing his finger at the long, snake-like carriage that glided over the top of the snowy mountain, "Looks like some kind of sightseeing vehicle."
"Hey, don't interrupt." Seamus continued, "There's also - well, Wild Quidditch, the Library of the Future, the Interactive Murals, the High Swings, the Rapid Shooting, the Dream Architects ... wow even more! I can't wait, but it looks like a long way to go."
"It says here - you can ring a bell to summon a ride, or you can fire red sparks with your wand." Neville said, turning his head and staring at a metal object in front of him; it looked like a curved-neck table lamp, only it had been enlarged several times and the location of the light bulb had been replaced with a metal bell.
"So what are we waiting for?" Dean said excitedly, "I'm going to try Wild Quidditch!"
Harry also had a soft spot for things with the 'Quidditch' name on them and at the urging of the crowd, Neville shook the bell, and they waited for almost a minute when there was a clatter of hooves from the distance and a group of glowing creatures came running towards them and stopped right in front of them.
"Rune creatures?" Hermione said in surprise, looking around her and knowing what this meant: rune creatures couldn't last long, so everything here is like something taken out of a thinking room and brought under Professor Hap's magic control.
Next, everyone picked out their favourite creature.
Harry picked a creature that looked very much like a hippogriff, and he made his way to the heel and wondered hesitantly if he should bow in front of the shining pupils, but Justin on the other side of the ground had already climbed impatiently on top of a huge flamingo, and he asked uncertainly, close to its ear, "Can you understand what I'm saying? I want to go on a roller coaster that is-"
Immediately the flamingo took off running on its two long legs, Justin screamed and grabbed its pink wings, and it quickly disappeared from the sight of the crowd.
Those left behind looked at each other for a moment, then became even more excited.
"Well - I'm going to go to the Library of the Future first, then I'll see the Interactive Murals, I don't know what the Dream Architect means, but the high swings sound nice and calm too -" Hermione chattered.
They parted at the entrance and a giant creature carried them as they raced towards their goal. The journey wasn't boring and the 'Hippogriff ' beneath Harry's feet wasn't slow, so after only two minutes, he made it to his destination.
There was a huge golden birdcage-like hollowed-out building in front of him and Harry stepped in the sand, a dry heat spread through the air, and he suddenly realised that it had been over a month since the Quidditch finals, and he couldn't wait to play a game of Quidditch, Dean was waving at him!
"Hey Harry, look at this." Dean sat excitedly on a flying broom and Harry had no idea how he had done it, but a huge clear bellflower-like blue bubble wrapped him up completely.
Harry touched it, and the sensation on his fingertips felt like a leathery toughness, and then he was struck by a flash of motivation to figure out what the Wild Quidditch is all about. Soon he too got on his flying broomstick and the two swooped and collided like barbarians - with the protection of the bubble, which bounced them off, there was no need to worry about getting hurt at all.
Harry felt the joy of the now abandoned and historical style of Quidditch, the 'aerial collision', but of course, he felt that the Professor's approach was far safer and more civilised.
They had a good time, and at some point, Neville and Ginny joined in. Harry got even more excited and was totally into it: as the opposite party's faces came closer and closer and when they were about to hit each other, the flexible bubbles came into play - the bubbles were squeezed out of shape, and then they were bounced off in a whirl, having to scramble to control their direction, which tested their skills on the flying broom, and Dean couldn't avoid hitting the birdcage despite all his efforts then bouncing off again.
Harry took this opportunity to roar and vent his emotions, knocking down anyone who got in his way, and as he waved his fist in celebration at his third victory, he turned his head and noticed that Ginny had disappeared.
Neville held out a finger and pointed to the entrance with an innocent expression.
"I don't think she was too happy when she left."
"Er..."
Harry hurriedly left the Wild Quidditch birdcage, the 'Hippogriff' still waiting for him where he left it, but he couldn't find Ginny's 'horned camel' anymore. When he looked up, a huge rollercoaster flew overhead and Harry's eyes caught sight of the Patil sisters' ponytails dangling backward from the open carriage, and his ears heard their excited shouts as the rollercoaster that looked like a caterpillar flashed past him.
He got on his 'Hippogriff' and started to look around, and soon he spotted the figure of Ginny in front of a huge rock wall - her fiery red hair was recognisable, and he went over to her, but Ginny ignored him. Harry got an idea and talked about 'Wild Quidditch' tricks, and Ginny soon perked her ears up and listened.
Harry was relieved to see Ginny's expression change from gloomy to sunny, and he asked, pointing to the brown rock wall, "What's this?". He looked around to find Katie Bell, Lavender Brown, and Terry Boot looking at it with great interest.
"The interactive thingy," Ginny said, "Ron's in there..."
Harry's eyes widened as he looked at the rock wall. The rock wall is painted with sketch-like lines that seem to be the random scribbles of someone who isn't very good at drawing, and there is a long, meandering black line that represents the rolling hillside, on which a small, sketchy-looking figure is currently climbing.
"That's Ron?"
"Yeah." Ginny said with a grin, "Watch, I'm getting the hang of this a bit." She said taking out her wand and tracing a circle on the rock wall, in which the circle seemed to turn into a huge tumbling rock that rolled down the hillside under Harry's dumbfounded expression.
"Who's messing with me!"
Ron's clear roar came out of the rock wall as the little man representing him smashed a rolling rock ten times his size with a single punch.
"I should have painted it more real." Ginny said regretfully, and when she saw the look on Harry's face she reassured him, "Oh, don't worry - the person inside the rock wall won't be in danger of losing his life, all we can do is put up some sort of obstacle, or convenience for him. A bit of a prank, I think Fred and George would like it here ..."
Soon there was no way in front of Ron in the rock wall, and he was dealing with a huge gully, Lavender Brown had drawn two bat wings on the rock wall with her wand, which was picked up by Ron, and he flapped them to reach the top of the hill (which was drawn with a straight line) where a huge chair was drawn and there was actually someone sitting on it -
"Valen?" Harry rubbed his eyes.
"This is a mural of warriors fighting a demon." Lavender muttered, without looking away.
The Valen in the mural looked a dozen times bigger than Ron, and even Ron himself was startled when Valen gave two excited grunts and snapped a curved pair of branches from the tree, and made them fall like lightning. "Oops, Ron's going to fail. Let's give a hand." Katie Bell shouted excitedly, pulling out her wand and drawing a circle around the rock wall, circling Ron's entire body.
"Who turned off the lights?" Ron asked in a bewildered tone.
At that moment Valen sneaked over and kicked out as hard as she could at a ball, and the rock wall suddenly flickered and Ron emerged from it.
Half a dozen people surrounded him.
"How does it feel?" Susan Bones asked.
"Erm, a bit dizzy," Ron shook his head, "it was like entering the world of a comic book - the world is all just a row of lines in your eyes, but for the people inside, it seemed like a real black and white world, although I don't know why Valen got so big ..."
The next second the rock wall shimmered again and Valen jumped out of it, with a smug smile, standing only a foot tall.
Hermione had just come out of the 'Library of the Future', she had re-read the 'The Monster Book of Monsters' but it felt completely different, the words and pictures in the book became a single coherent scene. She had just assisted a large man (who looked a lot like Hagrid) in catching a group of Coco Rumsey Catcher, using exactly what she had learned from the book - a large handful of fresh, dew-soaked leaves - and it's even better if you can also perform an exaggerated dramatic movement during the capture: they immediately can't resist running out of the corner to watch you perform. That's when you can put them in their cage.
For her next destination, she wanted to go to the high swings, and she stopped for a moment on the way past the rapid shooting field, where Justine and Ernie Macmillan stood on one side of a long canal, with a steady stream of Billywig insects coming out of the nest on the other side, which quickly rushed towards the pair. They sweated profusely as they shot a stream of red light from their wands, and when it hit the Billywig insects, the nimble little creatures fell to the ground like a soft rubber ball. As time passed, the Billywig insects grew in number and speed.
Hermione left shortly afterward when she heard a frustrated intake of breath from behind her.
She arrived at the place marked on the map as 'High Swing', there was only a sign nearby, she stared blankly and tapped the wooden sign with her wand. Then a rustling sound came from above, and she looked up as a green vine dangled from the sky.
The vine weaved itself into the shape of a letter 'J' and the bottom of it inflated into a seat, she managed to sit on it, and it carried her up high and soon everything on the ground came into view. Over a plain, she saw the blurred figure of Luna, who flicked her wrist and a monstrous and uncanny house (Hermione guessed it would be a house) rose from the ground like a huge black smoking pipe with a silver crescent hanging from the chimney.
"Okay, I can probably guess what the Dream Architect is."
Hermione muttered in a small voice. She couldn't help but imagine what her ideal house would look like in her mind, nothing too formal, but nothing too weird either, and she tilted her head as she gawked at Luna's creation, which appeared to be Luna's home, and from her perspective, it surprisingly looked a bit like an upright boot. She giggled.
After looking at it for a while, she tapped her wand on the vine, which continued to rise upwards, and she wanted to look at the highest point. Hermione remembered the fairy tale about Jack and the Beanstalk that she had heard when she was a child; there couldn't be a giant that could eat children above the clouds, could there?
She laughed at the thought. A steady stream of wavy clouds with neatly cut edges glided before her, they seemed to be carved out of the same mould, the professor didn't seem to have put much thought into them ... Hermione couldn't help but muse about it when finally the vines stopped moving.
Hermione looked around and spotted a silver sphere the size of a crystal ball behind her. Is this - the moon? But it looked too small to notice at all if she didn't pay attention. She reached out curiously and picked the crystal ball up in her arms, and unexpectedly found a small note stuck on the back of the sphere as she turned its back towards her.
"I should be a thousand times of this size, but for now all I can do is pretend I'm the moon."
Hermione slowly read the note and giggled at the familiar handwriting, laughing so hard that tears welled up in her eyes, "Oh Professor, I didn't think-" As she laughed, she noticed that the other side of the note also had something writing on it, and she turned it over to see the following written on it 'Lunar city plan is on hold'.
...
The Chamber of Secrets amusement park was rapidly taking Hogwarts by storm.
For some reason, Felix had noticed Granger looking at him strangely for the past two days, but he was busy at the moment, both with his responsibilities as Deputy Headmaster - learning how to run the day-to-day affairs of the school under Professor McGonagall - which he disliked so much that he had offered to hand over the job to the Head boy and Head girl of the school, under the fancy name 'work experience'.
"But you should at least know exactly which jobs you are responsible for." Professor McGonagall said with a grunt from her nose.
On the other end of the world, Grindelwald still hadn't stopped his activities. Word had come back from the British representative of the International Confederation of Wizards that Babajide Akingbade had hosted a strange man and woman in his mansion, during which the tight protection measures put in place around him had completely failed and over twenty elite Aurors had lost half an hour of their memories.
One could use a knee to guess that Grindelwald had approached his door.
But strangely enough, no problems were found with Akingbade after he underwent various tests. No Imperius Curse, no replacement, his memory left intact, in fact, all evidence pointed to the fact that: he hadn't been harmed in any way. In his own words, Grindelwald talked to him for a while as if he was an old friend catching up. He even went on to receive representatives from New Zealand and Norway after the examination.
"Grindelwald definitely did or said something. He is best at verbal bewitchment." Ms. Bones said with certainty.
She had guessed it right.
Three days before the holidays, Babajide Akingbade made a solemn statement addressed to all wizards.
"It is with great regret that I have to announce that Gellert Grindelwald is back to the public eye, previously he had been imprisoned in Nurmengard Prison, but now he has escaped and regained his freedom ..." The newspaper, which recorded his entire speech, spread instantly throughout the whole wizarding world.
"In view of the series of crimes he has committed, I, the Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Babajide Akingbade, should have immediately mobilised all my forces to arrest him, which I did, but he voluntarily approached me, and we had a private conversation - I personally was not subjected to any coercion, Yes, Mr. Grindelwald was very polite throughout the whole conversation, we even discussed one of the wizard fairy tales, I'm sure many of you have heard of the story of 'The Wizard and the Hopping Pot' ... Ahem, what I'm trying to say is that the wizarding world is in a dire situation, and we can't afford another wizarding war."
"And Grindelwald, who, unfortunately, is a wizard with generally long life, and he still retains enough influence in our world. Under these circumstances, Grindelwald has offered to show his goodwill, so what reason do I have, on the basis of personal preference, to break the olive branch he has offered me? I admit that my actions will be controversial, but I must put aside my personal feelings because every decision I make has far-reaching implications ... Negotiations for peace are essential."
"What's more -"
The newspaper deliberately highlighted this and as he said it he looked very embarrassed and hesitant, and a full five minutes passed before he finally made up his mind to tell.
"What's more, the man who defeated Grindelwald last time is no longer with us, the great, wise, and benevolent Albus Dumbledore - he's dead!"
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