"This is not our previous plan. Gellert - the gentlemen from the Ministry of Magic haven't even arrived yet..."

Dumbledore looked calmly at the high-spirited old devil next to him, seemingly unaware of the powerful wave of magic bursting out from him.

"The Ministry's plan? Hey... all they want is results."

Grindelwald shook his head disdainfully and glanced at the young guys behind him who were not qualified to stand alongside them.

"Inform the Ministry of Magic that the time for the general attack has been advanced - they can come over to clean up the mess. As for what kind of battle plan? Albus, your students are not worthy yet..."

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At the same time, not far away was the Lestrange family mansion.

A tall and thin man like a skeleton sat in the main seat of the living room.

About half a meter in front of his chair, an old foreigner with gray hair on his temples lay unconscious.

However, he didn't pay attention to the old guy he had never seen before, but stared at the French clock niche next to the living room.

The space originally used to hold the pendulum clock was hollowed out and a corpse soaked in yellow-green liquid was placed:

The face of the corpse was paler than the skeleton, and the two big eyes were open red and unyielding, as if they had seen something terrible before death. The nose was as flat as a snake's nose, without the bridge of the nose like a normal person, and there were only two nostrils left.

A tiny slit...

A biting chill surged from the heart of the tall, thin man like a skeleton - that was his own corpse, the corpse of Tom Riddle, the great Lord Voldemort.

And in his mind, the childish whisper of the devil still echoed.

"Let's play a game, Tom..."

"The rules are—"

"...Struggle, do your best, and struggle to live...Never pray for death——"

On the table to his right lay a black walnut wand.

Outside the window, faint blue magic flames covered the sky.

The two old men were walking slowly towards this side, like two groups of suns that were constantly emitting energy.

Farther away, seven huge fireplaces ignited bright green magic flames, and wizards one after another poured out of the flames like a tide.

"Albus Dumbledore—"

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Scottish Highlands.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Petunia Dursley raised her head and looked at the simple, towering castle in front of her, silent.

Not far from her, a middle-aged man with fair hair was curiously flipping through the book in his hand.

"Oh my God, Dad?! How could you-"

At this moment, a surprising voice suddenly came from the main entrance of the castle ahead.

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked forward, only to see a little witch with messy brown hair running over quickly with the hem of her robe in hand.

Behind the little witch, an adult wizard with a hooked nose, black hair, and sallow skin frowned and walked quickly in front of Petunia Dursley.

"Hello, Mrs. Dursley, I am from Hogwarts..."

"Severus?"

Petunia Dursley came back to her senses, looked at the sallow-faced wizard, and forced a smile.

"haven't seen you for a long time--"

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Chapter completed!