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This arc resembles a mini-fic about Grindelwald. But it is necessary - without it, you will not understand Albus's behavior. Not to mention that this is a chance to show the wizarding world, albeit from a dark point of view.
I couldn't get through to Grindelwald, but I tried. I concentrated on the Resurrection Stone again and again. Now I could clearly see the labyrinth, but I couldn't get through it. I had hit my ceiling - a third of the way. Why hadn't Grindelwald returned as a ghost? Right now, my people are interrogating dozens of ghosts who have become obedient to my will. They haven't found anything worthwhile yet, but suddenly... There is a Gray Lady at Hogwarts - the daughter of Candida Ravenclaw. I have something to talk to her about... The fruit of my efforts was another ritual. Having ordered them not to disturb me, I decided to do it. After all, it worked on the test sample? This time there was no pentagram. There was a sign of the Deathly Hallows drawn on the floor in a figure of runes the size of a small room. The circle - the symbol of the Resurrection Stone, was generously watered with my blood. After drinking the blood-forming potion, I cast spells, splashing my blood over and over again in the line so that it would not have time to clot. Voldemort is an honorary donor… I laid out the symbol of the Invisibility Cloak, a triangle, from the blood of the victims. This time I used magical snakes, many snakes. The symbol of the Elder Wand, a wand, was laid out in the center with Grindelwald's ashes. Right during the ritual, I mixed it with my blood and the blood of the snakes, and, feeling like a full Gryffindor, I touched the Resurrection Stone to the intersection of the symbols of the Wand, Cloak, and Stone, and commanded in Serpentine: "Come to me, Gellert Grindelwald, to answer my questions!" At first, a pale shadow appeared in the center of the figure, and then… It looked most like what the Resurrection Stone usually summons – something like a ghost. Only, unlike the Stone, I was not going to give the summoned ones freedom, but was preparing to interrogate a stationary target. Everything would be fine, but the drawing for the ritual was burning out. And if I had enough blood, then when the ashes ran out, I would lose contact. So I had to act quickly. I had seen photographs of Grindelwald in Nurmengard. An ordinary overgrown old man. Now before me stood a young man of about eighteen, blue-eyed, blond, but with eyes like those of the prisoner of Nurmengard - absolutely lifeless, which happen after twenty years in the company of Dementors. - Can you tell me something about life after death? - I asked. - No, - they answered me. I did not really count on it: ghosts are silent too. But he must tell me everything about his earthly life! - Tell me about the influence of Dark Magic on the mind, - I ordered. And he spoke, just like ghosts speak. Only I asked him to speak very quickly, fortunately my perception kept up with him. - I have complete knowledge on this topic. Received both from the German Department of Mysteries and from the Departments of Mysteries of the occupied countries. Dark Magic changes the practitioner. Despite the fact that the changes are smooth, they are very dangerous. Each use of the Dark Spell, and especially killing with it, causes the accumulation of an alien entity in the caster - "ereghu".Ereghu increases the power of Dark Spells, but affects the mental stability of the magician. Although ereghu is gradually excreted from the body, it still accumulates faster, changing the magician. Upon reaching the first critical level, irreversible changes occur in the magician, he has a goal, an obsession, to which he will go. This is called reaching the first critical level, the point of stable bifurcation. The first level is impossible to diagnose. Since Dark Magic is usually used for murder and torture, the goal is associated with the activity and degenerates into applied sadism. With further accumulation of ereghu, the magician reaches the second critical value - the point of unstable bifurcation. He still has the same goal, but he uses any means to achieve it, and those that only seem effective to him, but which are not actually so. This is already a loss of touch with reality, but this, strictly speaking, is reversible up to the first level. With further growth of ereghu, it is possible to create a spontaneous horcrux. Gellert kept talking, now about the speed of replenishment of necroenergy, or more precisely, ereghu, and I was ready to bang my head on the floor. I made a mistake even in such a simple question! I thought that there was only one level of necroenergy, from which a magician goes crazy! I measured it! And I was glad that I did not reach it! But I measured what Gellert called the second level of ereghu! And there is also the first! With an effort of will, without stopping to remember, I plunged into my memory. Me, taking Lily from the Potters' house, and me now - these are different people! Then I had the thoughts "it's a pity, you can't run away at maximum speed", and now "it's a pity, I can't kill Albus and become immortal." I tried to analyze the situation. Everything is correct. If I wanted to green the world, I would have become a crazy gardener. What was most important to me? To survive. And to kill Dumbledore. This is where I was carried away. And if you believe Grindelwald, it's irreversible. Now it's at the core of my personality, it's worse than Snape's love for Lily. But on the other hand, what does it change? I've chosen a goal for myself - to live, to live forever and well, to live without Albus Dumbledore. Is that a worthy goal? Yes. And my newfound paranoia... It's not a hindrance to me. Alastor Moody is proof of that. Paranoia is my ally and my driving force for work. And the fact that I'm a bit of a workaholic... I'm so lucky, it would be worse if I went crazy in the wrong direction, for example, with a love for goats. The only thing is - you shouldn't dive into the depths of madness. I don't need the second level of ereghu. I really don't want to kill Bellatrix after learning about the failure of Jugson's operation, and then go catch butterflies with a net. But I don't have Horcruxes! Necroenergy is removed. I will be as normal as possible with my job. And what to do with necroenergy - I've already figured it out. I need to gain biological immortality and wait. Everyone thinks I'm playing with Delphi or sleeping with Bellatrix? No, I'm driving the eregga crazy!And the Slytherin source will come in handy, I've almost cleared it out with werewolves. Where else can I find "extinct sources"?Advertising "Tell me about the Deathly Hallows," I ordered Gellert. Gellert was talking such nonsense that my ears twisted into tubes. I seriously doubted whether I could trust him. "I have dedicated a significant part of my life to studying and searching for the Deathly Hallows. They were created by the Peverell brothers at the cost of their ancestral source and their three souls. The Greatest Deathly Hallow is the Resurrection Stone. It allows you to extract any information from any deceased, as well as raise the undead, not necessarily material, without spending magic. The Middle Deathly Hallow is the Invisibility Cloak. It only looks like an invisibility cloak on the outside, its true purpose is complete isolation of the magical background, that is, it should be used as a universal place for assembling high-level artifacts. And the Lowest Deathly Hallow is the Elder Wand. The Elder Wand is perfect in all branches of magic, remembers all the spells it has ever used and is ready to use them both at the command of the owner, and combining them itself, if the Owner orders. Combined together, the three Deathly Hallows will bring their Master absolute power. - Wait! The Elder Wand, is it self-enchanting? - Yes, - answered Gellert and continued. I was ready to tear my hair out. In addition to Hogwarts, Dumbledore has a self-enchanting perfect wand! And even a portable forge of artifacts! How am I still alive? - How to combine the Deathly Hallows? - I asked. - According to legend, you need to project yourself into the labyrinth in the center of the Resurrection Stone and go through it, but only someone who has all three Deathly Hallows at that moment can do this. Our conversation smoothly flowed into Light and Dark Magic. — Light and Dark Magic are opposite in essence. They use different particles of magic for their work and therefore cannot work together. "Dark particles of magic" serve anyone, but take their price. "Light particles of magic" serve only those who meet their requirements, and refuse to serve if they do not like something. — Wait! Are they intelligent? And what requirements? — Their intelligence is unknown to me. But the requirement for Light Magic is obvious - the willingness to sacrifice oneself for others, without demanding anything in return. The finish. Just the finish. I expected powerful rituals and formulas, and I am being stuffed with morality, like from Albus! And if Gellert is right - and he, unlike Tom, is a theoretician, then both Albus's strength and his behavior are understandable. I will never obtain Light Magic. I will never live to see such a state! This is absolutely pointless! Absolutely! Dark Magic is like a revolver that becomes more powerful after each kill, after each use. That is, instead of wearing out, the weapon improves itself! Nonsense. But I've gotten used to it. But Light Magic... It's a moralist revolver that gives its owner a vote of confidence and refuses to work when the vote of confidence is exhausted!This is ridiculous... The very nature of the criteria of Light Magic does not allow it to be used effectively... Moreover, it is necessary not only for a person to believe that he is doing well, which could be corrected by brainwashing, he needs to do well! How? What, the Apostle Peter checks your every spell? Gellert talked and talked, soon we moved on to more practical topics. I asked him to remember the spells that he considered the best and pulled out of the Elder Wand in his time. I understood most of them, especially Dark Magic, but some of the Elder Wand's tricks made me fall into the abyss of despair. It turns out that the way Albus stuck me in the painting is called "dimensional manipulation", and what he tried to do to me at the Crouch house when he shouted Tom's name is manipulation of non-existence by removing the target from causality. No, I did not become omniscient. I didn't understand half of it, and I couldn't repeat the other half without the Elder Wand, and I only managed to get the most basic information, but at least something. I'm not Lockhart, I'll get some use out of this information, especially the basics of demonology. Gellert called these creatures "shoggoths." And I had questions for Lovecraft, it looks like I need to dig up his grave too. Then I asked him to tell me about the powers he wielded. At first glance, Gellert was very similar to me, only if I went in the direction of qualitative ideas - how to assemble a Horcrux from another, Gellert went in the direction of quantitative ideas - how to use dead Muggles in a concentration camp to charge a storage stone, and then pour it into yourself with the help of the Elder Wand. And the rise of the undead, a lot of undead. This was no secret, just like Gellert's possession of the Elder Wand. But I didn't know a number of things. Gellert was a prophet! He saw the future! I knew that, but I didn't know to what extent! Not like Trelawney, but almost like Tlautlipuzli! Both near and far! He was like a super-analyst - based on existing information, he made predictions. Although he was not omniscient. How did they defeat him? In fact, seeing the future is another sense. Can a blind person defeat a sighted person? Yes, they can. If there are a lot of them. Or they fight in the dark or with flashes of light. But this was dead weight for me, unlike the other one. Gellert understood a lot about Obscurials and learned to do something similar - partially transform his body into "magic smoke" and attack! At this point, it hit me. A wizard of my level, and also a prophet with the Elder Wand, and also a half-Obscurus. And he lost to Dumbledore! I immediately imagined myself in the hospital - "The Anonymous Dark Lords Club". But there was no time to cry, and I returned to reality with an effort of will. What to do? Most of all I wanted to drink. Legilimency showed that it would be best to go to Dolokhov with this proposal, but in light of recent events... How could I have been so stupid! I could have said anything, and it would have been better! From the banal "you're not my type" to "I'm a lesbian, I love Carrow."But I've already spoken to Bellatrix. She's aware of the Lord's new brilliant plan: I, Voldemort, ordered Elena to seduce Dolokhov, then turn him down, so that he would have a reason to gather internal opposition around himself. And when all the enemies of the Dark Lord gather together... And what about Dolokhov? If the truth is that he's plotting, I'll kill him; if not, he'll carry out subversive activities against me on my orders. Naturally, a fake one - just to work as a provocateur.Advertising I listened to Gellert and thought about what I could use from it. What did I learn? A lot of interesting things about the Elder Wand and the Invisibility Cloak. I hadn't even imagined that! When the battle at Azkaban begins, I'll have to send "Elena" to Hogwarts using the Time Turner to release the Basilisk, and while there's chaos, I'll carefully rob the headmaster's office. What if he keeps the Invisibility Cloak there, the third Deathly Hallow? The fight between Grindelwald and Albus will haunt me in my nightmares. As I thought before — what good will Dark Magic do to Albus, except break the pattern? Nothing! But if you can use both Light and Dark Magic at the same time, it's like starting a fight with both hands, even if one is weaker than the other! And the low power of some Dark spells can be easily compensated for with the Elder Wand! Even if not, you can speed yourself up with both a Light and a Dark spell at the same time, which will give a greater effect! I wanted to drink... That's right, I'll go to Bellatrix after I finish listening to Gellert. If someone had told me a day ago that I would go to my mistress, I mean, my wife, to have a drink, I would have just laughed to myself. And Albus in a new guise... Let him darken in two or three fights, after which goodbye Light Magic for a couple of decades, but he will be enough for one fight! It feels like I went hunting with duck shot, and instead of a duck I ran into a boar... Gellert talked and talked, and when he had finished speaking, I asked the last thing that interested me: - Tell me about your last fight with Albus. And then about your life and relationship with Albus. Gellert was telling me, and I was assembling a picture from his words and seemed to see myself in his place... I wonder what Albus Dumbledore is doing now?
Albus Dumbledore's POV as he looks through the memories in the Pensieve.
Albus Dumbledore looked through Gellert's memories. The memories he had given him when they were friends, and the memories he had taken when Gellert was already in Nurmengard...
1890. Gellert's conversation with his father.
An eight-year-old boy with blue eyes and blond hair sat on the table, gazing into a crystal ball. Gellert was not like everyone else. And it was not because of his enormous magical power or control over magic. The world had not gifted anyone so much for a long time. But one of Gellert's abilities eclipsed all the others – he could see the future. With incredible precision, with incredible detail, he could cast visions on himself, without falling out of reality… The only thing was that he was still not very good at seeing the near future. Now the child was gazing into the crystal ball. "What do you see, son?" asked his father. "I see a war. A war that Germany will lose. And the dreams of Pan-Germany will never come true." His father, a high-ranking official in the German Ministry of Magic, looked thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Father, what I see… Will it definitely come true?" asked the boy. "It's hard to say. Some believe that a prophetic magician sees the probable future. And all his visions are meaningless and worthless. Others believe that the magician sees the only possible future. And his visions are priceless, that prophecies guide people in the direction of destiny, that everything is predetermined. I have even come across recommendations to kill prophets. But I think it's simpler: the future is like a tree. You see the most likely development of events - the thickest branches. The future is constantly changing depending on our choices. Your visions will almost certainly come true, the main thing is not to make a mistake in interpretation. And war... it's bad... - Dad... And what do we care about this war? - By and large - none. But such a large conflict between Muggles will not go unnoticed by magicians. And if what you saw is true... The magicians of Germany will also lose. - Maybe the Muggles will sort it out themselves? - Gellert asked hopefully. - Why should magicians interfere? Father seemed to be thinking seriously. Then he began to speak. - I wanted to discuss this with you much later... But you are wise beyond your years. You are my son, a pure-blooded wizard, you don't need me to explain that you are a wizard. If wizards made up ten percent of the world's population, there would be no need to hide, there would be no problem. If wizards were one percent, we would sort of get along. But there is one wizard for every thousand Muggles on average… Alas, the Inquisition could become quite real. And if people like you can easily defeat a thousand Muggles… Then most wizards cannot. They simply won't be able to always maintain various protective spells. Moreover, a significant part of the population of the magical world are mudbloods… And a large number of mudbloods pose a threat even to a strong wizard… After all, they will protect their parents, brothers and sisters – that is, they will oppose us. And in such conditions, the best we can hope for is to live in areas of space completely isolated from Muggles. That is, like now. So why fight then? You understand me, right? You're not some dumb Muggle... - Wizards don't like Muggles? Why? I've never seen a Muggle in my life!"Well, why not?" Father objected absentmindedly. "Only fanatics dislike Muggles. The rest of us don't think in terms of love or hate when it comes to Muggles. Take a mosquito… It's small, harmful, and buzzes unpleasantly. But how can you not love it?" "You can," Gellert answered with conviction, since he hated mosquitoes. "You're wrong, son," Father put his cigars aside. "You don't like your experience with a mosquito. But it's not the mosquito's fault that it needs to bite you. Its bite is part of its nature. But if a mosquito flies somewhere far away, where it doesn't irritate you with its appearance, buzzing, or bites, is it really necessary to try to destroy it?" "No," Gellert admitted. "What a waste of time on mosquitoes…" "That's how wizards treat Muggles," Father nodded. "Some wizards love Muggles, just like some people love mosquitoes." Some people can't stand it, but not to the extent that they go and kill all mosquitoes in a row. Just like in the case of a mosquito, they will kill a couple of them, maybe a couple of dozen or hundreds... They will protect their home with special charms... But they will not purposefully destroy them, because they are too lazy.Advertising - But ordinary wizards don't like Muggles, - Gellert insisted. His soul sang with joy: he managed to talk to his father about something other than magic! - Ordinary wizards don't like Muggles, - his father agreed. - Just as Muggles don't like people with mental retardation. Or physically disabled people. Muggles are disabled. Invalid. They can't reshape reality with the power of thought. Generate matter and energy. Wizards don't like being around disabled people. - And I've read... In books and newspapers... English-speaking... The concepts of "tolerance", "positive discrimination", "equality of opportunity" and "inadmissibility of mental harm"? - Gellert asked. - My dear, - his father smiled broadly. - Many strong wizards die at the age of a hundred, but these are the consequences of playing with the Time-Turner, looking for adventures or murder. Mages are easily lived by your grandfather now, and this is not the limit: Nicholas Flamel will live from old age, but in an attempt to find new adventures. Of course, the war for independence in the United States is unaware, and for the Muggles, the sednes' antiquity of the youth of their grandfathers or great -grandfathers for those magicians who are interested in the Muggle culture, Adam Smith with its theory of economics - a new note. th speed. And it won't even occur to them that such treatment could offend a fellow wizard, only dark-skinned. Moreover, it won't even occur to the dark-skinned wizard himself, because he doesn't know that it's an insult. Unless he's Muggle-born, of course. "Father… What's the difference between a Muggle-born and a Mudblood?" Gellert asked. "If a wizard was born into a Muggle family and tries to understand the magical world, or at least lives for his own pleasure, without bothering anyone, he's Muggle-born. He deserves a certain amount of attention, recognition, and respect. Like a flower that grew out of the mud. If he tries to prove that he's the best, or advances his delusional theories based on a superficial study of the magical world, or ideas of universal equality, he's a stupid Mudblood and should be treated accordingly." "Dad, who are the Blood Traitors?" "The simplest explanation is purebloods who have rejected their source." Because of stupidity or cowardice. There are squibs among wizards, and these are mudbloods among wizards. - And are muggle-bloods really not our equals? - Gellert clarified. - It's hard to say... We'll talk about this in more detail when we pick out a bride for you.Selection is not only in breeding tulips, but also in breeding wizards. Muggle-borns are usually weaker than those who have at least one wizard relative. Sometimes it happens that a Muggle-born can become on par with a strong wizard, but this is the exception that proves the rule. Moreover... In addition to strong wizards, there are Great Ones, such as you. And never, in the entire more than a thousand-year history of observations and statistics, has there been a single Great Wizard from among Muggle-borns! Everyone had at least one wizard in their relatives, more often - two. But there are more Muggle-borns than pure-bloods! For me, this is quite sufficient proof. And as for Muggles... Let them develop as much as they want. Previously, they swam across the Atlantic in a month, now in a week. But they will still never catch up with wizards! - Father... in my visions I see other Muggles, not like now! They have rapid-fire weapons! They have been supporting millions of armies with these weapons for years! They have huge ships that shoot beyond the horizon! Steel boxes with guns inside crawl along the ground, and flying ships in the air! And they are very fast, not like portals, but still! And wizards are still the same! - That's a matter for the future, son... Muggles will never catch up with wizards. The problem now is that a truly large-scale conflict between Muggles could upset the existing balance of the magical world... These stupid mudbloods who believe in patriotism will join the Muggle army, wanting to protect their relatives. And they will use magic. And so that the Statute of Secrecy does not fly to the Nibelungs, the magical world will have to intervene. And so a senseless conflict between wizards will begin in parallel to the Muggle war... - So what should I do? - exclaimed Gellert. - You? - asked his father in surprise. - Nothing. Learn. Develop. You are incredibly gifted, try not to die young, and then, by my age, nothing will pose a threat to you. I would gladly follow your example, but I have work.And they are very fast, not like portals, but still! And wizards are still the same! - That's a matter for the future, son... Muggles will never catch up with wizards. The problem now is that a truly large-scale Muggle conflict could upset the existing balance of the magical world... These stupid mudbloods, believing in patriotism, will join the Muggle army, wanting to protect their relatives. And they will use magic. And so that the Statute of Secrecy does not fly to the Nibelungs, the magical world will have to intervene. And so a senseless conflict of wizards will begin in parallel with the Muggle war... - So what should I do? - exclaimed Gellert. - You? - asked his father in surprise. - Nothing. Learn. Develop. You are incredibly gifted, try not to die young, and then, by my age, nothing will pose a threat to you. I would gladly follow your example, but I have work.And they are very fast, not like portals, but still! And wizards are still the same! - That's a matter for the future, son... Muggles will never catch up with wizards. The problem now is that a truly large-scale Muggle conflict could upset the existing balance of the magical world... These stupid mudbloods, believing in patriotism, will join the Muggle army, wanting to protect their relatives. And they will use magic. And so that the Statute of Secrecy does not fly to the Nibelungs, the magical world will have to intervene. And so a senseless conflict of wizards will begin in parallel with the Muggle war... - So what should I do? - exclaimed Gellert. - You? - asked his father in surprise. - Nothing. Learn. Develop. You are incredibly gifted, try not to die young, and then, by my age, nothing will pose a threat to you. I would gladly follow your example, but I have work.
1893. Gellert's parents send him to Durmstrang.
— Well, are you ready? — the child's father asked, standing in front of him so that their faces were level. — Ready, — the child answered. — Remind me what I told you. — Not a word about my abilities to any of my peers. I'm just a very gifted young man. No family Gift of Necromancer. No family education, including manipulation of people. No training in duels. And most importantly, I don't have any Gift of Seer. I have to walk around with shields and occlumency all the time, use family artifacts, check food, etc. If I sleep with someone, using an aging potion, I have to check myself for love spells and outside interference and be sure to use protection. — Well done. Just don't forget: everything you can do is only the result of your talent. People don't like those who get ahead of them through work. For everyone, you're just lucky, and in your place they could do no worse. If you suddenly get into trouble, I'll get you out of trouble, but try not to get caught. Don't trust anyone in Durmstrang, the only decent person there is my grandfather's friend, the necromancy and chimerology teacher Laurier, but, frankly speaking, he's a real pig. And most importantly: don't overdo it with Dark Magic, because...Yandex GamesAd•16+Игра Головоломка на логику и мышление. Онлайн Бесплатно!
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"Dark Magic is bad for your mental health," said the child. "Exactly. Only that..." "A big, big secret!" Gellert answered with a smile. "Yes. And we, the Grindelwalds..." "We know how to keep secrets!" The father hugged his son, checked his amulets, and left the house with him.
1893. Enrollment in Durmstrang.
A procession of children in red robes walked towards the school. He had finally seen his school in reality, and not in visions. Gellert assessed what he had seen and had no doubt: Durmstrang was the best school in the world. True, it was not for weaklings. But he was not a weakling, was he? The school was located high in the mountains, where the harsh northern climate prevailed, the days were short and the nights were long. And even though it was now five o'clock in the afternoon, it was already dark. The school itself was a four-story castle with large adjacent territories, including a lake. Magic prevented the lake from freezing at any time of the year. The land around was picturesque and beautiful, the school was heated with the help of spells. Future students walked in uniform: blood-red robes, over them coats of shaggy fur, because of which the students' figures seemed powerful and square. Underneath they wore grey shirts, black jackets, wide trousers and high-heeled boots. And Gellert liked this particular uniform, there was something about it! Gellert had seen cold photographs of other Schools. Beauxbatons… A disgrace. This was roughly how he imagined a brothel – something half-airy, like a cloud in trousers. The only thing that would interest him in Beauxbatons was the fountain that Nicholas Flamel had once made, the waters of which had a rejuvenating effect. Hogwarts… No, Hogwarts was bigger than Durmstrang. But it would be unfair to compare them – Hogwarts was like a house cat that had swelled to an incredible size. And Durmstrang… Like a wild puma. Hogwarts was a castle. A large, monumental, majestic, pompous to the point of grinding teeth, a well-fortified castle. Durmstrang was originally built not just as a fortress, but as an impenetrable citadel on the enemy's path. This was evident at first glance. Durmstrang was ready to withstand any siege. High impregnable spires seemed about to pierce the sky. Ten-meter granite walls reliably covered all approaches to the fortress, even without magical vision he felt the power of magic: the air itself sparkled from the number of protective spells. Durmstrang was not inferior to Hogwarts and Beauxbatons in either its size or its enchanting beauty, but this was a different kind of beauty. Military. It is not surprising that it was here that the most complete and valuable works on the Dark and Forbidden branches of magical Art were subsequently collected. In war, there are no forbidden or dishonest methods at all. The paradox is that despite its almost four-hundred-year history, Durmstrang has never been besieged: the greatest magical fortress has simply never been found. Lost in his thoughts, Gellert did not notice how he reached the gates of the fortress. The teacher walking with them cut his hand and smeared the door handle with blood. The gates opened. The students sat down and began to wait for their distribution. Gellert looked at the hundred children and thought how pathetic they were... They have a chance to touch the place of power, and they... behave like children!They have the power to change reality with their willpower, and yet they… behave like Muggles! Gellert simply waited. An hour later, he was called into the office. The admissions process was very simple – an interview with the teachers and the headmaster, potential assessment, determination of aptitudes, and issuance of an individual educational plan. About two minutes for each. – Mr. Grindelwald? The son of that very Adalard Grindelwald from the German Department of Mysteries? – Yes, Mr. Daneil Argyrov, – he answered. No, they were not introduced. But was he a complete idiot, to go to school without seeing photos of the teachers and without learning their names? – Frankly, we are at a loss, – the headmaster began. – Your father sent us a copy of your magical diagram. At first we thought it was a joke… Or a fake, but everything is genuine. We will check it again right now, do you mind? – Of course not. It is part of the admissions procedure. Father discussed it with him. It was stupid to hide his powers from his teachers, and even if he did succeed, he would simply receive a poor education. Gellert approached the prism standing on the headmaster's desk. It resembled a small Egyptian pyramid made of black stone, with a needle on top. He pricked his finger on the needle, his blood fell on the pyramid, and the headmaster waved his wand. "Yes, that's right," began Headmaster Barto Ach. "You are already stronger than most of our graduates, and by the age of fourteen you will surpass most of the teachers. But I want to talk to you… Not as a bearer of outstanding magical powers that are born into the world once in a generation, but as a student of Durmstrang." "I am not a child," answered Grindelwald. "Life is measured not in years, but in actions. To match my power, I had to grow up early." "That is precisely the problem. Don't worry, I will talk to you as if you were an adult. Life is not only magic. Moreover, every person is like a blade. Certain trials temper it. But if you put too much on a blade… It can break. Teaching you according to the usual program is stupid. We have prepared a special program for you. But do you need it? Maybe you shouldn't rush? You will live for your own pleasure, play Quidditch, and at the age of seventeen you will start working seriously on yourself? - the director spoke quietly and ingratiatingly, as if hoping that Gellert would agree. - Think about it for at least a minute. - No. I have already decided everything, - answered Gellert."We are in a quandary," the director began. "Your father sent us a copy of your magic diagram. At first we thought it was a joke… or a fake, but it's all genuine. We'll check it again right now, do you mind?" "Of course not. It's part of the admissions procedure. My father discussed it with him. It's stupid to hide your powers from the teachers, and if he does succeed, he'll just get a poor education." Gellert walked over to the prism on the director's desk. It looked like a small Egyptian pyramid made of black stone, with a needle on top. He pricked his finger on the needle, his blood fell on the pyramid, and the director waved his wand. "Yes, that's right," director Barto Ach began. "You are already stronger than most of our graduates, and by the time you're fourteen you'll surpass most of the teachers." But I want to talk to you... Not as a bearer of extraordinary magical powers that are born into the world once in a generation, but as a student of Durmstrang. "I am not a child," Grindelwald replied. "Life is not measured in years, but in deeds. To match my power, I had to grow up early." "That is precisely the problem. Do not worry, I will talk to you as an adult. Life is not only magic. Moreover, every person is like a blade. Certain trials temper it. But if you put too much on a blade... It can break. Teaching you according to the usual program is stupid. We have prepared a special program for you. But do you need it? Maybe you should not rush? Live for your own pleasure, play Quidditch, and at the age of seventeen begin to seriously work on yourself?" the headmaster spoke quietly and ingratiatingly, as if hoping that Gellert would agree. "Think about it for a minute. "No. I've already decided everything," Gellert replied."We are in a quandary," the director began. "Your father sent us a copy of your magic diagram. At first we thought it was a joke… or a fake, but it's all genuine. We'll check it again right now, do you mind?" "Of course not. It's part of the admissions procedure. My father discussed it with him. It's stupid to hide your powers from the teachers, and if he does succeed, he'll just get a poor education." Gellert walked over to the prism on the director's desk. It looked like a small Egyptian pyramid made of black stone, with a needle on top. He pricked his finger on the needle, his blood fell on the pyramid, and the director waved his wand. "Yes, that's right," director Barto Ach began. "You are already stronger than most of our graduates, and by the time you're fourteen you'll surpass most of the teachers." But I want to talk to you... Not as a bearer of extraordinary magical powers that are born into the world once in a generation, but as a student of Durmstrang. "I am not a child," Grindelwald replied. "Life is not measured in years, but in deeds. To match my power, I had to grow up early." "That is precisely the problem. Do not worry, I will talk to you as an adult. Life is not only magic. Moreover, every person is like a blade. Certain trials temper it. But if you put too much on a blade... It can break. Teaching you according to the usual program is stupid. We have prepared a special program for you. But do you need it? Maybe you should not rush? Live for your own pleasure, play Quidditch, and at the age of seventeen begin to seriously work on yourself?" the headmaster spoke quietly and ingratiatingly, as if hoping that Gellert would agree. "Think about it for a minute. "No. I've already decided everything," Gellert replied.as with an adult. Life is not only magic. Moreover, each person is like a blade. Some trials temper it. But if you put too much on the blade... It can break. Teaching you according to the usual program is stupid. We have prepared a special program for you. But do you need it? Maybe you shouldn't rush? Live for your own pleasure, play quidditch, and at the age of seventeen start working seriously on yourself? - the director spoke quietly and ingratiatingly, as if hoping that Gellert would agree. - Think about it for at least a minute. - No. I've already decided everything, - Gellert answered.as with an adult. Life is not only magic. Moreover, each person is like a blade. Some trials temper it. But if you put too much on the blade... It can break. Teaching you according to the usual program is stupid. We have prepared a special program for you. But do you need it? Maybe you shouldn't rush? Live for your own pleasure, play quidditch, and at the age of seventeen start working seriously on yourself? - the director spoke quietly and ingratiatingly, as if hoping that Gellert would agree. - Think about it for at least a minute. - No. I've already decided everything, - Gellert answered.Yandex GamesAd•16+Игра Головоломка на логику и мышление. Онлайн Бесплатно!
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"You will get your minute whether you want it or not." Exactly one minute later, he was asked again. Gellert confirmed his desire to take the advanced course. Then he was handed a schedule of classes. The same as the rest of the Durmstrang students. And a second schedule of classes, which was his alone. In addition, there was a Time-Turner. "Congratulations, Mr. Grindelwald," the Headmaster said. "You are the first to receive a Time-Turner before the first lesson. I hope you will not disappoint us." The last thing Gellert remembered before leaving the office was the faces of the professors at the teacher's table. They looked as if they had been offered to teach Merlin. They looked like jewelers who had been given a huge diamond to cut. Only two faces stood out from the general jubilation of the cats who had eaten too much sour cream. The professor of divination had a nervous and gloomy face and Professor Laurier had a greedy, Gellert would even say lustful, look. Coming out of the interview room, Gellert pinned the Durmstrang student badge on his chest. A house elf immediately appeared to escort him to his room. Gellert lay down on his bed and took out the booklet with the Durmstrang rules that he had been given, and glanced at it. He had already read this. No duels without a teacher, no Dark Magic above the average level... For academic success, a student is awarded points, for which he can expand his room and get everything - even a personal laboratory, even ten meals a day. For academic failures and violation of discipline - points are deducted. In the worst case - you will live on oatmeal and water and sleep on a bed without bed linen. As the English proverb says, "stupidity should bring physical pain." Before going to bed, Gellert cast a protective spell, discovered that he had already been connected to the Well of Durmstrang, and went to bed. He was about to study at the greatest school in the wizarding world!
1893. First lessons.
Gellert sat in class. Bored. Turn a match into a needle? Are you kidding? He had already earned fifty points for making ten needles. And now he was working on the eleventh. Painting, patterns, a small family crest. Done! He looked around at his classmates. The best result was a half-sharpened match! Horror! Deciding not to stand out, Gellert began to work. He would try to make a golden needle! It was not working. No matter, he would have something to do until the end of the lesson… Spells. Levitation. It seemed like he had ended up in a class for the mentally retarded. Maybe this was a school for squibs? They launched feathers with a wand! A wand! Feathers! Okay… But his disappointment passed when he used the Time Turner and showed up for extra classes. Transfiguration… Objects obediently appeared out of thin air and flew around the room. Spells. He asked the teacher if it was possible to work without a wand. It was possible. The room filled with flying objects. Dark Magic. Usually they teach it starting from the third year, but in his case… Even if it was practicing the bone crusher on worms, but still! Blood Magic. There were only two of them: him and the teacher. A beautiful woman, whom he initially took for an upperclassman. "Let's start with the very basics. Blood magic has little in common with ritual sacrifices, usually we use our own blood," the woman said, as if confessing her love to someone. "Blood, especially that of a mage, contains a large amount of energy that is simply not used in everyday life and in most magical directions. And its loss is replenished, which is unique to Dark Magic and sacrifices. The problem is that while the blood is inside the body, it is almost impossible to control. Of course, high-class blood mages can do this, but this is achieved only through years of training," the woman continued. — To release energy, you need to release blood, and here you may ask why you can't use a large amount of blood, say, from other people? The answer is very simple: it's a matter of quality, not the number of people, of course. And the more different people, the less the increase from each next one, it's like harnessing a thousand horses to a carriage: they will interfere with each other. It's just that your blood is your energy, you can control it almost without losses. For example, I use half a liter of my blood to create a certain combat spell. Using so much of my blood and, accordingly, the energy in it, I could easily destroy many houses in the city, or, with skillful use, kill almost all living things within a radius of two hundred meters, if there were no magic shields. To create the same spell with the same efficiency, I need to completely bleed three people. The reason for this is the mismatch of energy, due to which most of it simply goes nowhere. Transfiguring blood for magic, alas, is pointless. Even through metamorphism ... - How can you use blood magic at all? - asked Gellert. - I,Frankly speaking, I don't know much about this area. The woman chuckled. "The scope of application is quite wide," she said. "Almost everything is possible, although there are spells that cannot be performed with blood or that can only be performed with blood. The easiest area is support. Stopping bleeding, healing open wounds - that's what's easiest. Many things can be used for battles, but... Let's say, problematic. Let's look at the directions that exist in this section of magic that we will be studying this year." She spread her arms, and a diagram unfolded in the air in front of her. "The first is blood control," she pointed to the first block. "Changing the shape, volume, properties of blood. If you introduce some of your own blood into the bloodstream of another creature, you can both harm and help it. For example, as I already mentioned, you will be able to heal some injuries, but also cause damage directly to the internal organs of this creature. Don't count on much at first. I will inject a drop of your blood into a rat, and you will kill it with your blood inside it. The second is bloody rune writing, an extremely useful direction. By applying certain signs, naturally, written in blood, in a certain sequence, you can strengthen the properties of some things or give them new ones. By the end of the year, you must make a Blood Amulet yourself, which should hold at least two stunning spells in a row. And the third is blood crystallization, as you understand, crystallizes blood. It must be said that this is a rarely used direction of blood magic. Although blood crystallized in this way is equivalent to a magical projectile. By the end of the year, you should be able to make a knife from your blood, and not by ordinary transfiguration methods!By applying certain signs, naturally written in blood, in a certain sequence, you can strengthen the properties of some things or give them new ones. By the end of the year, you must make a Blood Amulet yourself, which must withstand at least two stunning spells in a row. And the third is blood crystallization, as you understand, crystallizes blood. It must be said, a rarely used direction of blood magic. Although blood crystallized in this way is equal to a magical projectile. By the end of the year, you should be able to make a knife from your blood, and not by ordinary transfiguration methods!By applying certain signs, naturally written in blood, in a certain sequence, you can strengthen the properties of some things or give them new ones. By the end of the year, you must make a Blood Amulet yourself, which must withstand at least two stunning spells in a row. And the third is blood crystallization, as you understand, crystallizes blood. It must be said, a rarely used direction of blood magic. Although blood crystallized in this way is equal to a magical projectile. By the end of the year, you should be able to make a knife from your blood, and not by ordinary transfiguration methods!Advertising She told this with such gusto, as if she was ready to do this all her life, and given the specifics of the subject, Gellert began to doubt her mental health... But Defense Against the Dark Arts was a disappointment. The teacher showed the Red Caps! And explained a spell against them! - But why, professor? There are more universal spells. These creatures can be killed: burned, dissolved in acid, you never know... They don't fall under the criminal code! The teacher simply slipped him a stunned Red Cap. A dwarf, similar to an overfed garden gnome. - Show me a murder, - he said. - I don't see the point, - Gellert answered. - I don't know who you were at home, but here you are a goldfinch! If you want to kill someone, be ready to do it with your own hands. If you don't want to or can't, then learn non-lethal spells. Gellert remained silent. But he promised not to forget. But most of all he was looking forward to his classes with Laurier. The professor's office resembled a Muggle hospital, the kind he had seen in the Pensieve. It also smelled of chlorine. Laurier resembled a classic old man. Hunched over, slow, a little pathetic. His huge glasses gave him a kind of mole-like appearance. "So you came after all?" he asked. "Yes." "Maybe you'll come to your senses? Necromancers are out of favor these days. Everyone will avoid you." "I've decided." "Well, let's go. To the dispensary. We buy corpses from Muggles, the work is unappetizing. Did you know? When Muggles built the Panama Canal, a third of it was financed by selling the corpses of workers. Most of it went to Muggle medical universities, but we got some, too." Laurier continued. "Necromancy is best known for raising the dead," he began the lecture right as he was walking. — There is nothing unnatural here, in essence, those raised by a necromancer are roughly the same as golems, the only difference is in the source material and the method of creation. It is precisely for the material that many moralists do not like us. And what about binding the echo of the soul to the body... This is a very high level, they do not teach this in school, but if you really need to, you can bind the soul to an ordinary golem made of stone. Some people run from death like this - either in mechanical or dead bodies. — Shouldn't I start working with animal bodies? — I must. And you will. If you do not vomit from today's spectacle. But I must warn you - every week you will undergo a full mental scan. And the ereghu froze. If we have any doubts that your quirks are not just a fad in your head reflected in your body, but a consequence of Dark Magic, you will move to a regular group. — I understand you, sir. — How is little Adalvarf? — they asked him when they were already entering the dispensary. — You mean Grandpa? Good. — I saw his wand and thought he was already dead. Gellert squeezed his wand in his pocket. Elderberry and bat wing sinew. — Grandpa good.He asked me to tell you that he will outlive you. - That's unlikely...
Results of the first year at Durmstrang.
Gellert stood in the headmaster's office. "Mr. Grindelwald…" "Yes, Headmaster?" "I want to discuss the past school year with you." "Of course, Headmaster." "Your academic performance… Is beyond praise. The teachers praise you, especially Professor Laurier. The only one who falls out of the chorus of support is the Divination teacher, who constantly complains of an uncontrollable headache in your presence and predicts "great crimes" for you. In addition, we have finally convinced ourselves that your level of intelligence is very high, both for a person of your age and for an adult wizard. No violations of discipline. Formal ones. But on the other hand… Your intelligence is not just high, it is clearly antisocial!" The headmaster fell silent, as if taking a deep breath. "One hundred and seventeen skirmishes! In one year, in the first year! No one has ever had so many in our entire seven years of study!" "They called me themselves," Gellert began, "or attacked me without warning." "We have recordings of your conversations." For example, this one. The headmaster placed a simple artifact in the form of a glass ball on the table and Grindelwald's voice filled the room. - How talentless and stupid you are, Weiss! You run, rush around, try to bite as painfully as possible, but you don't even know how to do it. You are so stupid that your dad had to show you eleven times how to use nappies when you were a baby, because you did not understand how to dirty them. You are so stupid that you go everywhere with Maria and Stefan, because one of them can read, and the other can write, and your dad told you to stay close to smart people, because you are so stupid that you could not figure it out yourself. You are so stupid that you copy Stefan's homework, although even Maria knows that Stefan, who talks to his own hands, is smarter than you. Your stupidity is so great that Gregorovich had to cast a spell for you to sell you a wand. Sometimes I think your parents made a mistake when they were looking for a child in a mandrake and raised a mandrake instead of a child. And if a house elf brought you, your father would have made a better choice if he had kept the house elf. You are not as stupid as a cork, you are as stupid as one hundredth of a cork, and it is precisely your stupidity that now does not allow you to understand how deeply I have offended you. You are so pathetic that I have to pretend that your shabby robes offend me, otherwise I will upset you, and you are too pathetic as it is. Your attempts to keep up at least with Muggle-bloods and Muggle-philes show how worthless you are - you are so pathetic! How do you feel, a representative of the Great and Glorious Family, who is beaten time after time in class by Maria, although her lineage is as far from the world of magic as possible? Do you even understand how much we despise you, an ignoramus and a talentless person, incapable of anything except glorifying your "great and glorious family" - without specifying what it is great and glorious for? Do you even understand yourself,that you are incapable of doing anything worthy of these epithets? You envied me, nagged your father to hire you tutors out of pity, so as not to hear your pathetic whining anymore! Do you feel the contempt with which you are surrounded at every moment of your miserable existence within the walls of this school?Advertising — That's called provocation, Mr. Grindelwald. — Really? And I thought the truth didn't offend. — Thirty-four times your opponents ended up in the Hospital Wing! Including the time when five older ill-wishers tried to ambush you. — That's just self-defense. — You asked the teacher for permission to collect ingredients. However, instead of collecting herbs around the walls, you went into the forest, from where you brought back two dead magical lynxes. — I still don't understand what the problem is? I was acting in accordance with the paper from the teacher. — That's not what he meant! — Only a written contract has power. And performing Legilimency on a teacher is outside of my student duties. The headmaster's face twitched. Having calmed down, he replied: — Mr. Grindelwald… School isn't just about knowledge. It's also about socialization. And you're failing at socialization! — That's just my face. And I'm an introvert. I'm not interested in snowball fights. - Let's approach it from a different angle. Mr. Grindelwald... I'm not going to tell you that you need to be as kind as a Niffler. That's not necessary. But you live in society. And you won't survive alone! - Thank you for your concern, Headmaster, but I am completely self-sufficient. If I find someone who can keep up with me, so be it. And wasting time at school recruiting followers who can't even keep up with you is irrational. - Trust my experience: any vice except pride is forgivable for a wizard. - I assure you, I don't have a drop of pride. If I need help, I'll be friends with Muggles. If I find someone better than me, I'll follow his orders. I am driven only by reason. The Headmaster realized that talking to this guy was pointless. - I wrote to your father. I hope he will take action. - What about corporal punishment at school? - There is no reason. See you next year.
After the fifth year. Vacation at home.
Gellert realized that equality was a lie. He was so much above the rest that it wasn't even funny. Who else could do what he did by the time he was in his fifth year? Cut a troll into pieces in Defense Against the Dark Arts? Summon an Antipatronus in Dark Arts? Drive the Divination teacher crazy, warn his father about the upcoming fall in silver prices and the problem with chocolate supplies? Raise a higher undead with Laurier and even sew a chimera, which Laurier called "amusing"! And at the same time, he was the Durmstrang dueling champion for the third year in a row! He would have been, as his visions showed. But why waste time proving something to idiots? He knows that he is the best, and creating enemies by publicly humiliating others is pointless. Envious people, of course, get in the way. But a couple of spells - and the envious person is in the infirmary. How many of them? Camouflage, and then you knock them out one by one. It's not even... Sporty. Although how could it be otherwise, if he already fights on par with the combat magic teacher during additional classes, almost without prophecy? The only good news was that some girls started throwing themselves at him. Ladies love winners. And if you don't mess with minors and use the aging potion yourself, a fun night is guaranteed. True, there were downsides. Legilimency. He knew how they felt about him. Not at all. Just an experiment or an interesting experience, a curiosity, so that you could brag to the others. And he didn't like what the girls did with those lips before kissing him. And thanks to prophecy, he didn't like what they would do afterwards. You hug someone, and then - bam, and you see this woman as a crooked old woman... Sometimes it became difficult for him to navigate - where is the present, what he sees with his eyes, where is the past, which he learns with Legilimency, where is the future, what he sees in visions. Sometimes it seemed to him that he is like some kind of dense Muggle savage with a spear from the Amazon forests, who has only one, the present tense... Look for virgins? Tried. Just awful, like fucking a sack. But Legilimency, when communicating with people, infuriated more than prophecy. Especially when trying to build relationships. People do not just have a garbage dump in their heads - they have a huge, terrible garbage dump! Of course, not all the girls were from the "whistle and go to bed" category. Some were not attracted to either his appearance, or strength, or his father's money, or his pedigree. There were worse ones - a series of meaningless encounters, like Muggle chewing gum... Sticky, boring, absurd and fruitless. And the meaningless thoughts of an old maid in his head. During the summer holidays, he tried to go to prostitutes. Disgusting. Although if you drink a potion beforehand that weakens Legilimency and do not look into the future - quite bearable. And they say there is love. I wonder what it is like to be with someone without rational reasons? He wanted something... more human. And he found a way out. He found someone who will love him not because he is a great wizard, a future Merlin, but because he is him.Her name was Inga. And she was a Muggle. An ordinary eighteen-year-old worker at one of the German factories. Drinking the aging potion, he met her in the guise of a thirty-year-old Muggle. She did not take gifts or money, although she lived poorly even by Muggle standards. It took him incredible efforts not to get into her head. Except the first time. She was good. And smart. For a Muggle. He… liked her. Perhaps he could love her. But who is he, and who is she? He is the greatest wizard, the pride of magical Germany. The best student of Durmstarng in its entire history. The Necromancer to whom Laurier offered the post of his successor. A man destined for great things.Advertising And she... Just a Muggle. No, his father loves him. He can even stand a marriage with a Muggle. But how will the other wizards react to this? I don't care about anyone, but how will Inga feel, forever knowing that she is not even second-class? Second-class are Muggle-borns, who, like in the fairy tale about Mowgli, are people who were raised by monkeys. And Muggles are just monkeys. Will everyone point their fingers at her like a monkey? Or will her own children be ashamed of her? And he? He will remain young, even when she is a crooked old woman. And what if a non-wizard is born? Watch in horror as your child, like an annual flower, dies at some miserable age of seventy? Has he imagined horrors? No! He saw it! He saw it! He is a prophet! There is a future that is better not to happen. "Hello, Inga. It was a beautiful summer, but we must part. Gellert." Gellert tied the letter to the owl's leg. Then he remembered that Inga was not a sorceress. He had to copy it from parchment to paper and go to the Muggle post office... Lately he had become fascinated with Muggles. They may be worthless in themselves, but unlike wizards, they are progressing! If only the power of wizards could be combined with the progress of Muggles! And Muggles have interesting books and ideas. For example, Nietzsche's "superman"...
Seventh year at Durmstrang. Spring 1899
His studies were going on as usual. He continued to shine. He earned so many points that his room was transformed into a small house. With a laboratory and an artefact maker's table. Everything was fine, but his father's house elf, whom Gellert had ordered to keep an eye on Inga, wrote to him: "The woman is dead." Gellert was amazed. Everything should be fine with her! She'll grieve for a bit, marry a Muggle and be alive and well. Actually, Durmstrang is a full boarding school, and you can't leave it... And the school is in an unknown location... But if you ask Professor Laurier nicely... - Yes, of course. You'll be assisting me tonight. Here's your portal. Gellert arrived in Germany. He was ready to investigate the case, punish the culprit. But everything turned out to be so simple... He started by meeting her husband. Hans was a wealthy bookstore owner. Legilimency showed that he was not involved. The sleeping Muggle's Legilimency showed everything... Alas, Inga was not a fool. She noticed how the dog that tried to bite Gellert flew away. How he stayed dry in the rain. Changed the taste of food in a restaurant. Knew what and when she wanted. How he incredibly bent in bed and did not get tired. How he made her a special coffee that gave her energy. After breaking up with Gellert, she came to the conclusion that he had special powers. And it was precisely the lack of special powers that was an obstacle for Gellert. She began to look for strength in herself. And did not find it. And then she came to the conclusion that superhuman powers must be developed in oneself! But no matter how much you train a simpleton, he will not become a magician. As the Russian proverb says: "No matter how much you conjure a Muggle, you will only get ...". You can only be born with a gift! Inga did not know this. Her husband easily got the necessary books. About magic, as Muggles see it. She started with theosophy, even attended meetings of the local community. But she broke with it pretty quickly, but she managed to meet other people there. Very soon she was hanging out with a Sufi, Gardgefians... Yoga didn't interest her. She was interested in power, not contemplation. She continued to make stranger acquaintances. Gellert wouldn't have been surprised if she had run into a real wizard, and it would have ended badly for her, but no. Gellert compiled the memories of her muggle husband and the house-elf's data. She simply decided that to do magic, you have to really want it and be scared. And she stepped out in front of a carriage rushing at full speed. Death came almost instantly - you can't live with a crushed skull. Did he really push her on the path that led to her death? And it won't be possible to save her - even if you use a time-turner, she will simply find an even more suicidal way to awaken magical powers. But Gellert didn't have time to finish his thought. He simply fell asleep and woke up in the German Auror Office. Where he was charged with the murder of a Muggle! The investigator accused him of impetuosity. Well, he slept with a Muggle. It's a disgrace, of course, it would be better if you were gay. But why be so nervous? Erase her memory. Or ask people who know - they will erase it.And to do it like that - Imperius and under the crew... He could have come up with a less painful way to kill her. Questioning Muggle witnesses and a house elf confirmed that Gellert really had a relationship with this woman. It wasn't that bad, he had a chance to get off with a fine for killing a Muggle, but the Aurors established his identity and contacted the school. And they received a response that Gellert was at school and was now helping Professor Laurier. And the corresponding memories. Killing a Muggle is one thing. In England, the animal rights party won, but not here. Another thing is lies in the Auror Office, false evidence. And Professor Laurier, too! A well-known Dark Wizard! The Aurors decided to search Gellert Grindelwald's premises in Durmstrang. And they found a lot of things, which together allowed him to be accused of forbidden magic. Gellert, as his father recommended, refused to testify. Even this case could have been hushed up until they found Grindelwald's final work. The ritual he had been developing himself since his fourth year. The Aurors only understood that it was very Dark Magic. They called in specialists. Grindelwald was tried in the German Department of Mysteries. The Minister of Magic, the Head of the Aurors, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Supreme Judge were present. Not every student can be found to have a derivation from scratch of the ritual for creating a Horcrux. And even though Gellert repeated it under truth serum, Legilimency and took oaths - he was developing it as a final work and wanted to ask the teachers what he was getting, no one believed him. The Supreme Court was on the line for this. The German Ministry of Magic faced a problem. Kill the most potentially powerful wizard in Germany? A soothsayer who accurately determines fluctuations on the Muggle stock exchange, shares this with his father for free, and he shares it with his superiors? Kill the best student of Durmstrang? He didn't even resist! And the Horcrux... We explained everything to the young man, he was moved. No big deal, we checked - his soul is completely in place, the guy didn't have time to make a fatal mistake. Muggle? What Muggle, important problems are being solved here! And anyway - there is no evidence that someone killed her. What if she died herself? There are plenty of suicides in the world! You still remember the illegal legilimency of a sleeping Muggle! They are not our citizens! Let the government of Muggle Germany deal with them!The Aurors decided to search Gellert Grindelwald's premises in Durmstrang. And they found a lot of things that together allowed him to accuse him of illegal magic. Gellert, as his father recommended, refused to testify. Even this case could have been hushed up until they found Grindelwald's final thesis. The ritual he had been developing himself since his fourth year. The Aurors only understood that it was very Dark Magic. They called in specialists. Grindelwald was tried in the German Department of Mysteries. The Minister of Magic, the Head of the Aurors, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Chief Justice were present. Not every student can be found to have a derivation from scratch of the ritual for creating a Horcrux. And even though Gellert repeated it under truth serum, Legilimency and took oaths - he developed it as a final thesis and wanted to ask the teachers what he was getting, no one believed him. The Supreme Court was charged for this. The German Ministry of Magic faced a problem. Kill the most potentially powerful wizard in Germany? A soothsayer who accurately determines fluctuations on the Muggle stock exchange, shares this information with his father for free, and he shares it with his superiors? Kill the best student at Durmstrang? He didn't even put up a fight! And the Horcrux… They explained everything to the young man, and he was moved. No big deal, we checked — his soul was intact, the guy didn't have time to make a fatal mistake. A Muggle? What Muggle, important problems are being solved here! And anyway — there is no evidence that anyone killed her. What if she died herself? There are plenty of suicides in the world! You still remember the illegal Legilimency of a sleeping Muggle! They are not our citizens! Let the government of Muggle Germany deal with them!The Aurors decided to search Gellert Grindelwald's premises in Durmstrang. And they found a lot of things that together allowed him to accuse him of illegal magic. Gellert, as his father recommended, refused to testify. Even this case could have been hushed up until they found Grindelwald's final thesis. The ritual he had been developing himself since his fourth year. The Aurors only understood that it was very Dark Magic. They called in specialists. Grindelwald was tried in the German Department of Mysteries. The Minister of Magic, the Head of the Aurors, the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Chief Justice were present. Not every student can be found to have a derivation from scratch of the ritual for creating a Horcrux. And even though Gellert repeated it under truth serum, Legilimency and took oaths - he developed it as a final thesis and wanted to ask the teachers what he was getting, no one believed him. The Supreme Court was charged for this. The German Ministry of Magic faced a problem. Kill the most potentially powerful wizard in Germany? A soothsayer who accurately determines fluctuations on the Muggle stock exchange, shares this information with his father for free, and he shares it with his superiors? Kill the best student at Durmstrang? He didn't even put up a fight! And the Horcrux… They explained everything to the young man, and he was moved. No big deal, we checked — his soul was intact, the guy didn't have time to make a fatal mistake. A Muggle? What Muggle, important problems are being solved here! And anyway — there is no evidence that anyone killed her. What if she died herself? There are plenty of suicides in the world! You still remember the illegal Legilimency of a sleeping Muggle! They are not our citizens! Let the government of Muggle Germany deal with them!the guy didn't have time to make a fatal mistake. A Muggle? What Muggle, important problems are being solved here! And anyway, there is no evidence that anyone killed her. What if she died herself? There are plenty of suicides in the world! You still remember the illegal legilimency of a sleeping Muggle! They are not our citizens! Let the government of Muggle Germany deal with them!the guy didn't have time to make a fatal mistake. A Muggle? What Muggle, important problems are being solved here! And anyway, there is no evidence that anyone killed her. What if she died herself? There are plenty of suicides in the world! You still remember the illegal legilimency of a sleeping Muggle! They are not our citizens! Let the government of Muggle Germany deal with them!Advertising In the end, Gellert was simply expelled. From school and from the country. A two-tiered legend was constructed: the first tier - Gellert was expelled because of an experiment in Dark Magic and an attack on students, which is not so far from the truth. The second tier - Gellert was given an article that, although it exists in the criminal code of magical Germany, was last tried for it about five years ago, not because such crimes do not exist, but because no one cares. And so... there must be an educational effect? Gellert left his parents' house with a heavy heart. - Don't worry, son. Everyone has their own problems. In about thirty years, this incident will be forgotten, and you can come back. - I had a vision... You will have problems at work in the Department of Mysteries. I saw everything. For several days, an intense glow in the sky and glowing clouds will be observed in the territory from the Atlantic to central Siberia. The forest around the impact site will be fanned out from the center, with some trees in the very center of the impact remaining standing, stripped of branches and bark. - Damn it! I told you - what's the point of developing a weapon with enormous destructive power, but near-zero accuracy! You can aim at England, but hit Germany. These idiots decided to use it against Russia. A thousand kilometers here, a thousand kilometers there - you can't miss, it's still Russia! They're aiming at Moscow, but, apparently, they'll hit Siberia, I wouldn't be surprised if they don't kill anyone at all! How will they explain this to the Muggles? - The Tunguska Meteorite. That's not all. You'll commit a large-scale theft of funds. - And I, of course, will be caught and punished? - clarified the father. - No. You'll be able to hide with your wife and money in Sweden. - How interesting... But why do you keep talking about me? How are you? - You don't believe me? - That you fell in love with a Muggle? Of course not. But your work is excellent. How did you do it? Absolute mind protection? False personality? Multiple oaths? I am in awe. What's the point in arguing? - My article is terrible. Father, why homosexuality? - What would you prefer? Murder? Illegal Legilimency? Dark Magic? Preparing to split the soul? Conspiring with a Dark Wizard to mislead the Aurors? I told you - take your time. I would have told you about the Horcruxes myself after you came of age. And it's a dead end - sacrificing your essence for a temporary advantage. We'll send you to England, to your aunt. - That fool? Bagshot? Well, at least I'll look for the Deathly Hallows... I saw how... - Son... The Deathly Hallows are a myth. It's just a patriotic fairy tale of the English. We have the Ring of the Nibelung, they have the Deathly Hallows. Although the Elder Wand may be there… Do what you want, you deserve a rest. I'll leave you some money. - Thank you. I'll go get my things from Durmstrang. Soon he was vacating his rooms under the supervision of the Aurors.He was officially expelled from Durmstrang "due to excessive interest in Dark Magic and multiple attacks on students." Rumors had already spread that he had killed someone... How stupid these people were! If he had been in charge of everything, such stupidity would not have happened! Having packed his things, he said goodbye to his only friend in the castle - the Englishman Travers. A good guy. Only he has a kink about the purity of blood. - I will write to the family. If you are in England, come by. - Of course. Having packed his things, he went with the Aurors to his deportation to England. Leaving the gates of Durmstrang, he looked at the school for the last time. Imagining those who judged him standing above the gates, and him carving into their skulls, he released his magic. Feeling slightly unwell, he stared at the Deathly Hallows sign carved into the wall above the main entrance by his mental command. The Aurors were already aiming their wands at it. "Just a joke. Let's get the portal already. Don't you understand humor, sweetie?" he said with a wink. Even such revenge was better than nothing. And England was waiting for him.