Hogwarts: Dyroth Grindelwald Rise From Nurmengard

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The moment Dyroth said his name, he could clearly see Lucius's pupils contracting violently.

Lucius had never dreamed that the person who wanted to buy his own house today would be the heir of Grindelwald!

As a former Death Eater, he knew the strength of this Dark Lord too well. What was imprisoned in Nurmengard? A joke!

That was a living Dark Lord! As long as he wanted to, no one in this world could catch him, let alone imprison him! Even if the current Saints were not as powerful as before, as long as Gellert Grindelwald was still around, the Saints could make a comeback at any time!

"It turns out to be Mr. Grindelwald. Nice to meet you!" Lucius said, struggling to maintain his composure.

"Me too, Mr. Malfoy. Please show us the details of the manor."

Lucius's demeanor shifted dramatically, growing increasingly humble. Dyroth, recognizing the change, didn't press further and proceeded with the business at hand.

As they toured the manor, Draco's excitement was palpable. He bombarded Dyroth with questions about Hogwarts, Quidditch, and broomsticks.

At eleven, Draco was still a child, and having a peer who seemed to interact normally was a novelty. Most of his past interactions had been with sycophants or adults. This was a refreshing change for him.

"Mr. Grindelwald, how do you feel?" Lucius asked, his tone more deferential.

"Not bad. What do you think, Aunt?" Dyroth inquired, referring to Vinda.

The manor met Dyroth's needs. It was a place to stay, not a base, but it had decent decoration, ample space for magical practice, and was livable.

"If you think it's good, then let's make a deal. I've already brought the gold galleons and can sign the contract at any time," Vinda said, her business-like efficiency on full display.

Without hesitation, Vinda signed the magic contract with Lucius.

"It's getting late, so we won't disturb Mr. Dyroth's rest," Vinda said as they prepared to leave.

"Let's go, Draco!" Lucius called.

"Mr. Malfoy, please wait a moment," Dyroth said, noticing Draco's reluctance to leave.

He turned to the Malfoys with a smile. "I heard you're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow. If you don't mind, Draco can stay with us tonight, and we can go together tomorrow."

Draco's eyes lit up. He looked up at Lucius, shaking his arm with a pleading expression.

Lucius hesitated but, seeing Draco's eager eyes, he eventually agreed. "Then please take care of him."

"Draco, remember to come back early after shopping, so as not to cause trouble to Ms. Vinda."

"Got it, Dad!" Draco said, beaming.

With Lucius's departure, Draco's excitement was uncontained. He engaged Dyroth in conversation until late into the night, thoroughly enjoying his newfound playmate.

Vinda watched with a smile. "This is the first time I've seen you spend so much time with your peers."

"What? You think the young master of the Malfoy family is quite to your liking?" Dyroth said with a smirk.

"I don't have such a hobby," he continued. "He's here to help us integrate into the British pure-blood circles."

"Although the Malfoy family has a tarnished reputation, they hold high status among pure-blood families. Using them as a guide is a strategic choice."

"It's just that Lucius is so sharp, it's challenging to get anything out of him. But Draco is different. He's still young and inexperienced. He might not even realize he's being used."

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After a brief discussion with Vinda about their plans for Diagon Alley, Dyroth said goodnight and retreated to his room.

It was late, and the manor was silent, save for the occasional gust of wind echoing through the halls.

Dyroth lay on his bed and opened the system lottery interface.

"Now is not the time to be a hoarder. Your talents are already full, so increasing your combat power is the priority!"

"System, conduct a lottery."

As he finished speaking, a swarm of card packs emerged, swirling around Dyroth.

"It looks similar to Hearthstone," Dyroth mused.

He selected five at random. A burst of dazzling golden light accompanied the prompts that followed:

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Reductor (Level 3)]

[Congratulations to the host for getting: Orbis (Level 2)]

[Congratulations to the host for getting: Incendio (Level 2)]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Charm (Level 1)]

[Congratulations to the host for receiving the golden reward: Occlumency (Level 7)]

[Current remaining achievement points: 200]

[It is detected that the host has mastered some magic spells. Do you want to choose fusion?]

"Merge!"

Waves of magical knowledge surged into his mind, forcibly integrating and refining the spells.

"High talent is truly advantageous! It seems enhancing talent before drawing the lottery was the right approach!" Dyroth thought.

After the fusion, Dyroth realized that the spell rewards and fusion were not just about adding levels. They were about gaining experience!

For instance, Incendio (Blazing Flame): his original mastery was Level 2. The Level 2 fusion didn't directly upgrade it to Level 4. Instead, it infused his understanding with additional experience, refining the spell based on his grasp of it.

"If the levels were simply added up, improving the spell would be too easy. Reaching the full level would be a breeze."

"Unfortunately, the system's golden judgment is based on the spell's level, not its strength. Only levels above seven are golden."

"Fortunately, this time turned out well. If I had received something like Tarantallegra (Dancing Feet Spell), I'd have nowhere to cry."

Dyroth was pleased with the Occlumency he acquired. Though not directly combat-oriented, mastering Occlumency was crucial against Legilimens like Dumbledore or Voldemort. It would be invaluable in future magical confrontations, helping him resist Legilimency and read opponents' intentions.

For Dyroth, who urgently needed to convert his talent into combat power, this was a highly effective acquisition.

...

The next morning.

"Dyroth, I just got the news. Last night, the German and Austrian Ministry of Magic acted fast to catch us off guard. Fortunately, we responded quickly and evacuated everyone in advance under your orders."

"Today's Daily Prophet is full of reports about your deeds last night. It also mentions that many Aurors were brutally killed."

Dyroth, who had just woken up, yawned and chuckled at Vinda's words.

"If there is no evidence, let them say whatever they want. There's no way the British Ministry of Magic will arrest me in Azkaban just because of a few accusations."

"Besides, I'm just an eleven-year-old child. Who would believe that I killed more than a dozen Aurors?"

Dyroth had anticipated the Ministry of Magic's actions. That's why he had ordered everyone to move to England quickly.

Moreover, Britain was Dumbledore's territory. Given Dumbledore's nature, as long as he remained uncaught, even if someone took him to court, he would be acquitted.

Although many in his previous life felt that Dumbledore was self-righteous and sometimes used moral manipulation, Dyroth saw this aspect of Dumbledore as an opportunity.

Although some found Dumbledore self-righteous and manipulative, Dyroth saw this as an opportunity.

"A gentleman can be deceived!"

If Dumbledore were truly inflexible and boundary-less, it would be a much tougher situation.

At that moment, Draco walked downstairs, rubbing his sleepy eyes, ending their conversation.

Dyroth smiled at Draco. "Pack up. Let's get ready to go to Diagon Alley!"

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