Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"Black, can you explain to me what exactly happened?"

Anduin looked at Harry, Ginny, and Neville, who were swollen by a whole circle, and Ron, George, and Fred, who were so thin as if they had been scraped off a layer of skin, and looked at Sirius with a speechless expression.

He couldn't figure out how these six little wizards could have undergone such a big change after he had only been away for more than a month.

He had clearly set a training plan for them, and because half of these people had gained weight and the other half had lost weight, the gap between the two sides was unusually obvious.

"Uh...you can't blame me for this." Sirius thought Anduin was asking about the Weasley brothers, "They are under Leona's control, and I also think she is too harsh on these kids."

Anduin glanced at Leona upon hearing this, but the ghost captain looked fearless, "You handed them over to me, so naturally they have to listen to me, and I didn't abuse them, they have everything they need for eating and resting, I just usually let them do some work."

When George and the others heard this, they immediately became unhappy, crying and shouting with mournful faces, "She doesn't just let us do more work, in just one month, we almost renovated the entire ship, and the food provided is all bread and water, without even a bit of meat!"

"That's right! Uncle Wilson, please send us back quickly, I can't stay here for another day!" Ron looked at Anduin pitifully, looking like he was about to cry at any moment.

"This is all your own fault!"

Unexpectedly, Anduin ignored their complaints. He asked Leona to take care of the three of them, just to make them bear the consequences of their mistakes.

And he wouldn't listen to their side of the story either. As far as he knew, the three of them had participated in several dinners in the manor, and life was not as miserable as they imagined.

"What I want to ask is about Harry and the others, how did they get so fat in just over a month?" Anduin questioned Sirius.

"Well..." Black scratched his head awkwardly, "Actually, it's nothing, it's just that they had too much fun and accidentally forgot the training you arranged."

"They can even forget that?" Anduin glared at Sirius fiercely, "Look at how fat they are now, is that nothing?"

Ginny, seeing this, quickly rushed up to act cute, "Godfather, we finally came out to relax, there's no need to make it so tiring, don't you think we're doing pretty well now?"

"Sigh..." Looking at Ginny's round little face, Anduin only felt a burst of exhaustion, "Stop talking, everyone quickly pack up, and have Black take you back tomorrow morning, explain it to Molly yourself when you get back.

"Ah? Aren't you coming back with us?" Harry, who was now half a ball of fat, looked simple and honest.

"I still have things to deal with, I'll be back at Hogwarts before school starts. Harry, after you go back, stay at the Weasley's for a while, and have Molly take you to buy new school supplies."

After Anduin instructed everyone, he left the scene helplessly.

And after seeing Anduin walk away, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness Uncle Wilson only noticed our figures, it would be troublesome if he knew how much stuff you bought during this time."

"Tch, it's just a few thousand Galleons, Godfather wouldn't care about that." Ginny curled her lips indifferently, then smiled and moved closer to Harry, "And there's a lot of stuff in there that belongs to you and Neville too, don't put it all on me."

After more than a month of contact, the relationship between the little wizards had become very close, and there was much less formality between Harry and Ginny.

"You can still say that!" Harry waved his hand and nudged Ginny with his elbow, "My and Neville's stuff is less than a tenth of yours, and a lot of it you forced us to buy, I won't speak up for you if Uncle asks."

"Hmph, no loyalty." Ginny rolled her eyes at Harry, then skipped away. She had to quickly go back to her room to pack up those hundred or so new clothes, especially before Anduin found out.

Harry and Neville could only shrug helplessly, then looked at each other's round figures and smiled. They had been too busy playing for the past month, and they probably wouldn't have noticed their own changes if Anduin hadn't reminded them.

And the only ones who were hurt in the manor were the Weasley brothers, George, Fred, and Ron. Not only did they suffer the most, but their complaints were ignored. The three of them now only wanted to go home, even being grounded at the Burrow was more comfortable than staying on the Leona.

As for Anduin, now that things had come to this, he was in no mood to pursue these little wizards. However, what he had seen and heard today made him secretly determined that he must give them a good beating after returning to Hogwarts.

The next day, Anduin had Sirius take the kids back on the Leona early in the morning, while he went to Austria alone.

He decided to visit Nurmengard once before school started, as originally planned.

After a day of rushing, Anduin finally approached the rumored Nurmengard. Even from several kilometers away, he could clearly see the tower standing in the center of the Black Forest.

As far as Anduin knew, this place was originally built by Grindelwald as a prison to imprison opponents. Ironically, Grindelwald imprisoned himself here after his defeat.

"Halt, who goes there!"

Just as Anduin was striding towards Nurmengard, a soft shout suddenly rang out, and three wizards wearing cloaks and holding wands quickly sprang out of the nearby dense forest.

"We have said many times, the area ahead has been designated as a restricted area, it is not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, and likewise, Grindelwald does not accept interviews, nor does he want idlers to disturb him."

The people who rushed out recognized Anduin's wizard identity, but perhaps they misunderstood and thought he was an employee of the Ministry of Magic or a reporter.

However, it was not surprising to have such suspicions. As a forbidden place, many wizards did not know the location of this place, and being able to arrive here itself proved that their identity was not ordinary.

Anduin was too lazy to argue upon hearing this, he just took out a badge from his body and showed it to them.

This was the Saint's crest he had obtained from Thunderbird's remains. Possessing it represented the identity of a Saint, and it was also the credential for entering Nurmengard today.

The leading wizard was shocked when he saw the crest Anduin showed. This level of crest was not something ordinary Saints could possess!

"This...please wait a moment." The wizard who stopped him respectfully gestured to Anduin, then turned around and exchanged opinions with his two companions, mainly to confirm the authenticity of the crest.

"Sorry to bother you, please proceed." After a brief exchange, the three of them unanimously agreed that the crest was real. It was not just the Deathly Hallows pattern on the crest, there was also another set of identification methods within the Saint's Society.

Anduin nodded indifferently upon seeing this, then continued to walk towards Nurmengard without looking back. From beginning to end, he did not say a word.

Anduin felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart towards these illegal armed forces who relied on their power to occupy territory and protect themselves. What was the difference between them and criminal organizations, except that they would not actively go out and cause trouble?

Moreover, this group of people even ignored the rules and laws, and did not even take the Ministry of Magic seriously. If he were in charge of the Austrian Ministry of Magic, he would definitely bring these fanatics to justice.

While secretly slandering in his heart, he gradually approached the Nurmengard tower. The tower occupied a large area, and although it was dilapidated now, one could still vaguely see its former grandeur.

It was already close to night, and except for a glimpse of light from the top floor, the tower was generally silent and dark, and there was no one guarding the door.

Anduin came to the door and gently pushed it open. The door creaked open. It turned out that the door was not even locked?

It seemed that the rumors that Grindelwald had voluntarily imprisoned himself here were true. Otherwise, with such simple security conditions, it would be too easy for him to escape.

After entering the tower, the first floor was a dilapidated abandoned cell. Anduin did not delay and went straight up the stairs until he reached the top of the tower.

What appeared before him was a simple but well-organized room with only a few lonely pieces of furniture.

An old man with disheveled hair was leaning over the only dining table in the center of the room, flipping through a thin book by the dim light.

Looking at the state of the book, it was obvious that it had been opened many times. The paper inside was stained yellow, and the words on it were so faint that one had to get close to see them clearly.

"I don't seem to have met you before, and I don't remember having you in the Saint's Society." Grindelwald raised his head expressionlessly and looked at Anduin coldly, "But since they would let you in so easily, it seems that your identity is not ordinary."

Anduin did not respond upon hearing this, but came to the old dining table and slowly sat down, while taking out the crest belonging to Thunderbird again and pushing it in front of Grindelwald.

"Ah...this is Gerald's badge." Grindelwald recognized its former owner with just a glance, "But with that guy's personality, he wouldn't easily hand it over to others, you...are you his grandson? Or other descendants?"

It was no wonder that Grindelwald would suspect this, after all, Anduin's appearance did not look like someone from their generation. Although the organization that Gerald joined later had the ability to rejuvenate, they would not easily reveal their faces.

Anduin shook his head upon hearing this, "Gerald Stevens is dead, he asked me to bring his last words to you."

"I see..."

Hearing the news of the death of a former companion and comrade-in-arms, Grindelwald did not show too much sadness, but accepted this fact very calmly.

"What does he want to say to me?"

"Gerald said that he can never forgive you, but does not regret fighting alongside you."

"Is that so..." Grindelwald sighed rarely, "He is unwilling to forgive me even in death, that's really that guy's personality, what a pity..."

The old man did not continue to say what a pity, but fell into a daze. At this moment, although he did not say a word, Anduin could still see a trace of desolation emerging from the other party.

After a long time, Grindelwald slowly raised his head, "Death, for that guy, may also be a relief."

But despite saying that, Grindelwald still felt a little empty in his heart, so he couldn't help but ask Anduin.

"Were you by Gerald's side before he died? What were his last words? Also, from what I know of him, Gerald should not have died of natural causes."

In fact, Grindelwald knew many of Gerald's secrets, including the part about the elixir of immortality in the Silver Spears Club, so theoretically, it was unlikely that Gerald would die of natural causes. The other party's lifespan was much longer than imagined.

"That's right." Anduin nodded, "I personally sent him on his way. Before he died, he expressed his gratitude to me, allowing him to enjoy the last bit of peace before his death."

"Are you saying...you killed Gerald?"

Grindelwald looked at Anduin meaningfully. To be honest, he suspected that this young man was lying to him. He knew Gerald's strength too well. That guy was the number one warrior in the Saint's Society back then. In terms of combat power, he could be said to be second only to himself.

"Yes."

Anduin answered lightly, then did not explain much, just took out a wand and slowly placed it on the table, then took out the next one.

"In addition to 'Thunderbird' Gerald Stevens, I also killed 'Phoenix' Liszt Cummings, 'Black Dragon', 'Golden Flyer'..."

As he spoke, Anduin took out a wand from his body, until he said the last name, "And 'Rune Viper' Goodwin!"

When he finished introducing, nearly 10 wands were neatly placed in front of Grindelwald. Although these wands had different shapes, they all had a distinct characteristic, that is, they had an ivory-white surface. For those familiar with wands, they could recognize at a glance that their materials were all made of aspen wood.

"This..."

In fact, when Anduin showed him the wand belonging to Gerald, Grindelwald was stunned.

And with each additional wand in front of him, his pupils dilated a bit. When he saw the wand belonging to Rune Viper, Grindelwald was already shocked beyond words.

He could be sure that these wands in front of him were definitely real. Didn't that mean that this young man had wiped out the entire Silver Spears Club?

Was this something a normal person could do? He knew too well how strong his companions were back then, not to mention their adoptive father, Rune Viper.

Grindelwald, who thought he could maintain a peaceful state of mind after so many years, almost cursed.

Immediately afterwards, Grindelwald felt a faint threat from this row of wands. This young man was probably here for no good!

"What do you want?" Grindelwald looked at Anduin with a serious expression.