Chapter 803 Take the Initiative

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After Dumbledore's death, the successor principal, Professor McGonagall, did not move into the principal's office. She kept all the decorations that Dumbledore had during his lifetime. When Sean informed everyone that there was an important matter that required a meeting, the meeting location was originally chosen in another room.

However, Grindelwald, who came after hearing the news, insisted on holding this combat meeting in the principal's office.

Of course, the location of the meeting is not important; what is important is the content of the meeting.

After Sean gave a rough description of what might happen next, the principal's office became a quarrel.

A group of big shots in the wizarding world were quarreling with each other in the not-so-large principal's office, but they couldn't come to an accurate conclusion.

"We should unite wizards all over the world. We are currently too scattered and should be concentrated into several preparation areas, such as all of Europe, all of North America, etc." Professor McGonagall is a determined resistance faction. She wants to unite all wizards. The wizards of the world have united to resist.

Others, however, see things differently.

Madame Maxime, the principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has a different view: "Unification is of course a good thing, but we must consider one thing. What should we do if a mole appears when there is a high concentration of personnel?"

"Then it's up to everyone here to strictly control the situation." Professor McGonagall retorted.

Mrs. Maxim still frowned: "Wizards are different from Muggles. As long as there is a traitor and a wand, he can cause unimaginable damage in an area with a high concentration of people. The more dispersed the people are, the more likely the mole will be. The less damage will be done—"

"You have stopped eating because of choking. The form of the returnees is very different from that of normal wizards. We have veritaserum, legilimens... We can let the most trustworthy wizards defend the most important areas. Is this different from ordinary wizards' concentration?" Unrelated."

"Minerva, you think too little. We now know that the returnees are connected to the living wizard family, but we don't have time to investigate one by one now. Let them defend themselves, so we don't have to worry about the problem of the inner ghost. . You can deal with a mole, but what about a group of people? For example, the Malfoy family!"

Madam Maxime pointed unceremoniously at Lucius Malfoy.

The head of the British pure-blood family poked the ground with his cane. He had always been hidden before and hardly participated in any turmoil in the wizarding world. He performed the image of a wallflower very well. If Sean hadn't spoken this time, Mal would Fu probably still wants to hide.

He responded sternly: "The Malfoys are not moles! Watch your words! Madam Maxime!"

An unhappy voice came from behind Lucius: "Don't puncture the floor."

He staggered and turned around quickly: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Grindelwald..."

Grindelwald didn't pay attention to the pale Lucius, but as soon as he spoke, the whole place fell silent.

Now, in the entire wizarding world, except for a few special places, such as magic schools like Hogwarts and Beauxbatons, other institutions are almost completely under the control of Grindelwald.

He stood up as a dictator and coordinated most of the wizarding forces with thunderous means - the ministers of magic present basically didn't express much opinions because they had been waiting for Grindelwald to speak.

Grindelwald sat in the chair where Dumbledore once sat. He kept playing with the small silverware on the table, and even opened the drawer from time to time, picked out a piece of candy and threw it into his mouth.

He bit the candy in his mouth, and then took it out of his mouth dissatisfied: "This candy is too sweet."

Everyone present: "..."

Could you please pay attention to your image? Could you please respect this serious occasion? !

Sean's mouth twitched because he heard Vader whispering next to him: "Master Grindelwald is so handsome..."

Sister Wei Da, just give up, this man is not straight...

What wizard version of a century-old love brain...

Grindelwald wiped his hands and turned his gaze to Sean, who had been silent since describing the situation: "Tell me something."

Sean shrugged and took a step forward.

He looked around at everyone present, and then said loudly: "I think everyone always overlooks one point."

"What?"

Sean shook his head: "That means, everyone here may die."

The calm words were like pebbles dropped into a deep pool, making splashes, but there was no empty echo.

Sean glanced at everyone indifferently: "This is a war, everyone - we will not only usher in those half-dead and half-living people who are not afraid of life and death, we will also usher in a real god..."

"Helpo is a being that is above us. When he appears, the combat plans and personnel deployments we make will be like a bubble that will burst with a single poke."

"Everyone here may die, as will your students, subordinates, friends, and family members."

"The main purpose of informing you of this serious situation is not for you to discuss how to deal with this coming disaster. I am just reminding everyone..."

Sean smiled calmly: "Be prepared to die, be prepared to be annihilated forever."

His words fell in this room that had lost its owner for a long time, accompanied by the steam ejected from the silverware, swirling and drifting slowly, slowly, and firmly.

People present felt a sense of trance.

Yeah, it seems like... we're all going to die?

In Sean's calm words, they finally began to realize one thing - this was not a combat meeting, but an announcement before disaster struck.

Just when the atmosphere became condensed, Grindelwald stood up, picked up the wand and poked Sean in the back of the head unceremoniously: "Stop talking nonsense, your pre-war mobilization is of no use? Be smart, Tell me your plan."

Sean rubbed his head and almost rolled his eyes.

You old man likes to give speeches the most, such as speeches in Paris, speeches in Bhutan, etc. Why don't you let me show off when you come to my place?

This double-standard old man...

Sean cleared his throat with a cough, and then showed a smile: "In order to get what I have, Haierbo will definitely choose to use a large army to suppress the situation. At the same time, because of the existence of me and the teacher, ordinary returnees cannot form a fatal Threat, and at the same time, it is even less likely to grab what I have."

"Then, Haierbo will definitely come to the world in some way, and by that time, Haierbo, who has had a failure experience, will be fully prepared. It will be very difficult to defeat him."

"So -" Sean's smile grew brighter, "instead of waiting for Halbo and his army who are fully prepared to attack, why not..."

His eyes suddenly became sharp and fierce.

"Take the initiative!"

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Only Sean and Grindelwald were left in the principal's office, an old man and a young boy leaning on both sides of the desk.

Grindelwald played with a delicate silverware: "They were still full of doubts when they left."

Sean shrugged: "It's normal. The illusion has collapsed. Haierbo is very powerful there, and his control over the illusion is extremely powerful."

Grindelwald smiled: "Regardless of whether you have found a way to safely enter the tangled illusion, as soon as one of our people appears in the tangled illusion, Haierbo can immediately detect it, right?"

Sean nodded: "This is inevitable. Smuggling like Professor Dumbledore can only be concealed for a while. If a large group of us live people go in, and Haierbo cannot find it, then it is really a ghost."

"What's the point?" Grindelwald smiled. Although he asked this question, his expression was relaxed, as if he was sure that Sean would give him a satisfactory answer.

"To be honest, I have a way to prevent Haierbo from finding out." Sean smiled.

This answer actually made Grindelwald look a little surprised. The answer he expected was not like this.

The old man narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "It seems that you got a lot of benefits after going to Avalon?"

Sean spread his hands: "The benefits are indeed benefits, but some things may be more troublesome than the benefits."

Grindelwald frowned: "What did you encounter in Avalon?"

Sean thought for a while and did not answer Grindelwald's question directly.

He jumped down from the table, opened the drawer, rummaged around, and took out a pack of cockroaches.

"Oh, this thing looks really disgusting -" Sean frowned, but still picked one and threw it into his mouth, "Professor Dumbledore put it here, I don't know if it has expired... "

After swallowing it with difficulty, Sean found that it was difficult to describe the taste of this candy.

However, it is indeed not very good, and it has a very strong feeling.

No wonder this stuff is always displayed under the "Unusual Flavors" sign in candy stores.

Grindelwald made up for it promptly: "I just looked at it, it should be more than half a year out of date."

"Damn, teacher, you didn't tell me earlier! Bah, bah, bah!" Sean spat out in disgust, regretting trying this thing.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly: "When did you become interested in this thing?"

"I've never been interested... It's just that." Sean turned around and smiled, "The strong gin you like to drink, the weird candies that Professor Dumbledore likes... I want to get used to it in advance."

Grindelwald's pupils shrank quickly. With his character, such a surprised scene would rarely occur.

He looked back and forth at Sean, even raising his wand.

Finally, Grindelwald's smile slowly widened, and his short silver beard trembled slightly due to his master's emotions.

Grindelwald laughed loudly: "Good! Very good! Great!"

He patted Sean's shoulder hard, and the first thing he said was: "Sure enough, my ability to teach students is much better than Albus!"

Sean said helplessly: "Teacher, I am a student of Hogwarts after all..."

"Ha, but you are my student." Grindelwald laughed loudly again.

Looking at the old man's wild smile, Sean couldn't help but grin.

The reason why Grindelwald is so happy is that he understands the benefits that Sean has received.

His favorite student is approaching quickly and has finally truly entered the realm of magic. How can this make Grindelwald unhappy?

In this world, there is only one person who has stepped into this field, and that is Grindelwald.

Originally there were two, but Dumbledore was dead.

There was a possibility that a third one would appear, but Voldemort was greedy and stupid and did not realize his talent. Instead, he became obsessed with the most useless immortality and the most vulgar power.

And now, Sean has truly stepped into this field.

Grindelwald was overjoyed. He was so happy for the first time since Dumbledore's death.

After entering this field, the most intuitive expression is only one thing, and that is the liberalization of magic power.

This seems to be a shackle for the wizard, which can only be realized through his own realization and some wonderful opportunities.

In the simplest terms, the end point of a wizard is to be infinitely close to the magic itself, but not dissolved in the magic.

Sean only truly realized this after experiencing the journey to Avalon, and he really began to step into this field because of the return of the rune talent.

The most intuitive manifestation is that Sean's sense of taste is weakening - there is too much magic, and he is too close to the magic, which causes his normal five senses to begin to weaken.

The most prominent one is taste, followed by smell.

And Sean finally understood why Dumbledore always liked snacks and candies with weird flavors, and why Grindelwald always liked drinking, especially strong gin and wine with unique flavors.

But there is one thing to say, even though his sense of taste has been weakened, he still can't get used to the piles of cockroaches that Dumbledore loves to eat - the taste is a bit too strong...

"You feel those little things surrounding your body?" Grindelwald asked with a smile.

Sean nodded, knowing that the other party was referring to magic: "It feels quite strange, and I finally understand why the spell between you and Professor Dumbledore is so powerful."

The power of a spell depends on many aspects, but one thing that most people will never touch is the utilization of magic power.

Magic is like an elf between existence and heaven and earth. They are used by wizards, but they will not use their full strength.

Assuming that the magic power that a magic unit can provide is 1, then the utilization rate of ordinary wizards may be 0.1, and the utilization rate of talented people may be between 0.2-0.4. As for those powerful wizards who have been famous for a long time, over time, they have become more and more familiar with magic, and this utilization rate will gradually increase.

However, as long as you don't step into this last realm, your utilization will never exceed 1.

And once you step into it...the cute magic elves will exert stronger power. One magic unit provides one magic power. This is just the starting point, not the end.