The Little Wizards below whispered to each other.
"You can call me Green, Green as in Grimm's Fairy Tales." The old man continued.
Suddenly, Harry saw the person next to him raise her hand.
It was Hermione.
"Girl, do you have a question?" The old man spread his hands.
"Sir, I mean no offense." Hermione's voice trembled slightly.
When she saw that photo in the history of modern European magic at noon, she was immediately too surprised to speak, and she firmly remembered that face.
Now, after arriving in the classroom, she had been carefully comparing the photo in her mind with the person in front of her, plus the vague self-introduction from before.
"Living in Austria, a politician active fifty years ago… Professor, are you… Grindelwald?" Hermione said nervously.
Immediately, in the audience section at the back of the classroom, low exclamations appeared one after another.
"How is that possible? He's in Nurmengard."
"Didn't he die?"
"It's said that Nurmengard has been converted into a prison specifically for him. How could he possibly escape!"
"The First Dark Lord?"
Various voices emerged.
Above, the old man whom Hermione called Grindelwald smiled:
"First, I must say that Grindelwald is not dead yet.
Second, if Grindelwald wanted to leave Nurmengard, I could come out anytime.
Third, titles like Dark Lord are a bit too foolish. Please do not equate me with an idiot like Lord Voldemort. I only acknowledge him on a magical level, and that's all!
As for the rest, hehe… my ideals, my former cause…"
"Cough, cough." Howl coughed lightly, and Grindelwald shrugged, also stopping his words.
Draco stiffly picked up his quill, his body shaking uncontrollably. He inexplicably thought of what he had just said: "Could it be that the Dark Lord is coming to teach us?"
At the same time, Grindelwald above spoke again: "Fourth, I am not Gellert Grindelwald. I just happened to be active fifty years ago, just happen to live in Austria now, and just happened to be a politician."
With that, he smiled, revealing his stark white teeth.
"Now, any more questions?"
The Little Wizards below were like quails, not saying a word, the entire classroom terrifyingly quiet.
Some even fell to the floor.
You-Know-Who's name was spoken openly, along with a fact that everyone present knew.
The two combined, a massive pressure like a tangible mountain pressed down.
"By the way, now I want to ask—am I qualified to talk to you about the Dark Arts?
More precisely, if some of the experiences about the Dark Arts that I speak of are truly able to be taken to heart and given importance by you?"
"Enough!!" A furious shout interrupted Grindelwald's words.
Immediately, Grindelwald's gaze turned towards the speaker, that red-haired, freckled Little Boy.
Ron didn't understand why no one else answered the Professor's question with him.
Did no one answer the First Dark Lord's words?! Were they all that bold?
This made his voice incredibly abrupt.
"Enough… I mean… if it's Grindel… Mr. Green, then it's definitely enough…" He quickly explained.
"Hmm." Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction. For now, the basic objective had been achieved.
Experiences and lessons about the Dark Arts given by a Dark Arts Master known to everyone.
Evidently, what was taught by a teacher like Mu En Jones, who "doesn't know" Dark Arts, would be more valuable for reference and more likely to be taken to heart by these children.
This was Howl's initial goal.
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