I can enter Hogwarts in the last days

Chapter 272 Layout and Planning

"But that's not all. Next we will make more wands and then unite all wizards. The people on this list all have the same ambition."

Grindelwald said, handing the list on the table to Ian.

Ian took the parchment that was handed over. It was densely filled with names, and the identity and position of each person were added after the name.

International Federation of Wizards, Lord Merlin, Ministries of Magic of various countries, Beauxbatons, Ilvermorny, Castello Bush...

Well, this list covers almost all magical institutions around the world, from Europe to the Americas, from the Amazon rainforest to the African savannah.What is even more exaggerated is that there are 11 schools of magic. Except for Hogwarts, the remaining schools have Grindelwald's staff.

After a cursory glance, he found that there were at least a thousand people's information recorded on it.At first glance, the number of people does not seem to be many, but one thing needs to be noted. The people recorded above are all really powerful people, whether they are officials who can speak well or professors in schools.

"Shock me!" Ian put down the parchment and admired sincerely.

One thing to say, this list was indeed beyond his expectation, even though he had long known that Grindelwald was once very powerful. He gave a speech at the cemetery, and more than [-] wizards from all over the world responded to the call and gathered in Paris.

But what surprised him was that after more than half a century, the other party was still able to develop such a huge power network in a short period of time.

"Shocking?" Grindelwald asked with a smile. "I have never had a subordinate relationship with them. We share the same beliefs and aspirations. They did not respond to my call, but responded to their own hearts."

Respond to your heart?It was only at this moment that Ian realized that Grindelwald's success seemed not to be accidental. He just crystallized what all wizards were thinking and then united these people.

"You're a great leader," Ian said.

"Thank you for your appreciation, but what I want to say is that there is no difference between me and them. We are all working hard for the same goal. The only difference is the way we work hard."

Grindelwald's personal charm is fully reflected here.

"I need a quiet room. Although the Squib Wand involves alchemy and ancient magic texts, it is not complicated at present. I will write down the known research for you to use as a reference, because it is not yet perfect. .”

Regarding the production of Yabu Wand, Ian never thought of making a profit from it. He still understood this fact that no eggs would be left intact after overturning the nest.

The end of the world is a real example. In the beginning, the underground vault of the bank he visited was filled with mountains of gold, diamonds, and works of art. In this ruined world, they were of no use at all. They were no more than a baked potato. really.

"It's okay. Grigovitch has a special talent in making wands. I feel safe leaving it to him."

Grindelwald waved his hand. Regarding Ian's answer, he expected it. If Squibs were really so easy to cast spells, this group would not have been ignored for thousands of years.

"Gregovich will first make a batch of targeted wands, and then I will contact more people to join in. At that time, they will contact you to jointly improve this research."

……

Under Grindelwald's guidance, Ian came to a quiet room. The moment he closed the door, his expression suddenly relaxed.

It's not a threat, nor is it so-called oppression. The main thing is that when talking to Grindelwald, I will always be affected by it unconsciously.

This has nothing to do with magic, it's all about personal charm.

"The real protagonist, Harry, doesn't get the same treatment as you..." Ian shook his head speechlessly.

However, he is not too worried about this. The better Grindelwald is, the less pressure he will have.There is a saying that goes well, if the sky falls, a tall man will hold it up, and now he has found the feeling of holding his thigh again.

"Really good."

Ian liked this feeling a little bit, but the first priority was to sort out the information on the Squib Wand.Although these things seemed simple to him, it was not easy to organize and write them down, mainly because the coverage was too extensive.

He took out five automatic writing quills from his infinitely extending pocket, and then poured the content he needed to write into them.

As for the quill pen not having this function?Referring to Rita Skeeter's exaggerated quill, it seems to have autonomous consciousness and is actively grinning at the side.

The soul rewrites the world, changing a quill, just as easily as he once twisted and changed the taste of Bibi's multi-flavor beans.

Soon, the only sound in the silent room was the sound of quills rubbing against paper.

Five quills, corresponding to five subjects, wrote quickly on the parchment at an abnormal speed.

One, two... written parchments were neatly stacked on the table according to their categories.

At this moment, Ian was leaning back on the chair easily, his eyes slightly closed as he fell asleep. His body was resting, but his brain was speeding up. He was reviewing today's conversation in his mind.

What happened today seemed so smooth, so smooth that it seemed like it was planned.Grindelwald seemed to have been prepared for his visit.

But this is not the point. Ian knows that Grindelwald is the only remaining prophet, so it is not surprising that he predicted his visit.

The point is that he feels that he may have overlooked something. Yes, there is a sense of lack.

After reviewing it again, he still found nothing. Ian stopped worrying about it. The current result was considered the best result.

……

In quiet solitude, you often cannot feel the passage of time.

The same was true for Ian. The five automatic writing quills slid on the paper and made a rhythmic writing sound that covered the alarm clock and made him ignore the time.

At this moment, after the quill finished writing and everything returned to silence, he came to his senses.

However, it was already dark outside. I took out my pocket watch and looked at the time. It was ten fifteen in the evening.

"Is it so late? I don't know if Hermione has slept. Mrs. Granger will probably be left alone for dinner again..."

His thoughts drifted away, and he couldn't help but smile knowingly when he thought that Mrs. Granger would reserve a dinner in the kitchen for him every time.

"Mrs. Granger?" A flash of lightning suddenly flashed through Ian's mind, cutting through the thick fog. At this moment, he understood where his feeling of lack came from.

"Muggles! I ignored Muggles..."

He waved his wand to make the written information float behind him, then opened the door and walked out.

He now wants to find Grindelwald and ask him how he arranges Muggles. You must know that this world is not only composed of wizards and squibs, but also a huge group of Muggles that cannot be ignored.

If possible, he didn't want Muggles to become those ferocious and numb parasites in the last days.

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