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The Strongest Dark Lord

Follow Lucas Grindelwald, a reincarnated soul who walks a similar path to his adopted father, the infamous Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald. As a good Dark Lord in training, expect a MC with loose morals who has no problem with getting his hands dirty. This is a translation of the fanfic Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord Of History. The story will have differences from the mtl version since I will be changing things I don't like or that don't make sense. Subscribe to my Patreon /mysterion901 to read advanced chapters.

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Another Dark Mark Appears In The Sky!

Everyone's eyes followed their fingers and looked at the vegetation in the distance.

Crouch narrowed his eyes and didn't quite believe what the two said.

"Then what else did you see?"

"It was as if someone was chanting a spell."

"Spell?" Crouch's suspicious eyes had already told everyone. At this moment, he was suspicious of the two teenagers in front of him.

Mr. Weasley stepped forward at this moment.

"Mr. Crouch, he is Harry Potter, do you think he will cast the Dark Mark?"

"No, of course not."

The golden sign of Harry Potter successfully dispelled Crouch's suspicion.

In fact, everyone present understood.

The Dark Mark of this scale is absolutely impossible to have been created by an underage wizard.

And the only capable Lucas on the scene, is absolutely impossible to be a Death Eater.

Everyone looked at the vegetation not far away again.

Looking at the dark environment over there, some Ministry of Magic staff retreated.

"Forget it, the culprit probably already Apparated away and escaped."

This sentence has been recognized by most people, but there was a voice that didn't think so.

"Maybe the person who cast the Dark Mark is still hiding there? The vegetation is very dense, and it is very easy to hide a person."

The speaker has brown hair and a pair of round glasses, both Harry and Ron knew this guy.

Cedric's father, Amos Diggory, a man who loves to show off his son.

Amos separated the crowd and walked cautiously into the vegetation.

Seeing his figure disappear, everyone's hearts became tense.

Everyone was afraid that someone would really emerge from the vegetation.

Suddenly, Amos' exclamation came from inside.

"Merlin, how is this possible!"

It can be heard from the surprised tone that Amos seems to have discovered something remarkable.

This made everyone present extremely curious!

"Who? Amos, who have you got?"

When Barty Crouch said this, his eyes were slightly nervous, he was afraid that the person Amos had caught inside was his own son.

But thinking that before he left, he had ordered Winky to keep an eye on him, Crouch's heart slowly calmed down.

Accompanied by light footsteps, Amos Digory emerged from the vegetation.

In his arms was a small creature with long ears and big eyes. The people present are very familiar with it, a house elf.

Any wizarding family with a little history will have one of these little guys.

"Merlin's beard, how is this possible!"

Mr. Weasley exclaimed and looked at Barty Crouch.

The other party's gaze was dull at the moment, and his skin, which was originally very white, had now completely lost all color.

For who cast the Dark Mark, Crouch already knew it in his heart. It's just that he can't say it, so he looked at the elf in Amos' arms.

"Winky?"

His colleagues from the Ministry of Magic also looked at Crouch at this moment.

Everyone is not blind, the pillowcase the house-elf is wearing has the Crouch family crest prominently on it.

"Impossible!" Crouch said in disbelief, then he walked towards the vegetation in the distance.

Seeing this, Amos persuaded: "It's useless Barty, there's nothing there anymore."

Crouch ignored it and insisted on walking into the vegetation to investigate.

Others may just think Barty Crouch is having a hard time accepting the outcome.

But Lucas knows.

He probably wanted to enter the vegetation to confirm whether his son was still hidden inside.

House-elves? To most wizarding families, they're nothing more than slaves.

Who cares if a slave lives or dies?

The wildly shaking vegetation confirmed Lucas' guess.

Others were a little embarrassed when they saw this, especially Amos Diggory.

He looked at the unconscious elf in his arms and whispered: "This is too embarrassing, the house elf of the Crouch family, it actually..."

"It's not going to work out, Amos." Mr. Weasley interrupted.

Barty Crouch was once a strong contender for Minister and has a reputation of hating anything related to the Death Eaters.

"Amos, you should understand that a house-elf cannot cast the Dark Mark, it doesn't even have a wand!"

"It had a wand, Arthur!"

Seeing the wand appearing in Amos' hand, Mr. Weasley opened his mouth, but eventually fell silent.

Now even he couldn't find any reason to excuse Winky.

Just then, Crouch walked back from the vegetation and seeing the wand in Amos' hand, he said with a cold face.

"Let's listen to what Winky has to say first."

"Rennervate!"

The spell hit Winky, and she quickly awoke.

When she saw wizards all around her, Winky folded her big ears and looked very afraid of being here.

Amos Digory wasn't going to wait for a house elf to gather her wits.

"Winky, you should know who I am! I'm an employee of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

"Now I need you to answer me, did you cast the Dark Mark?"

Winky followed Amos' finger and looked up at the sky with fear in her large eyes.

"I, I don't have Mister. Winky, Winky is a good elf, Winky didn't use magic, Winky wouldn't use a wand."

After saying these words, Winky hurriedly looked at her master, but when she saw Barty Crouch's cold eyes.

She seemed to understand something.

"Winky, it's unbelievable, I let you stay in the tent, but you disobeyed my orders, maybe I should give you clothes?"

Hearing what Crouch said, Winky burst into tears: "Don't want clothes, Winky doesn't want clothes, Master, Winky is a good elf, please trust Winky."

The elf's pitiful cries echoed through the woods.

Hermione frowned, leaned closer to Lucas and whispered: "Isn't there a flashback spell? Why do these people prefer to talk here instead of casting spells?"

"That's what's wrong with the Ministry of Magic."

The voices of the two were small, but it was still heard by Amos.

"Ma'am, what are you whispering?"

Amos glanced at Hermione with disdain.

Although it is well hidden by him, it was still noticed by Lucas.

Wizards are good at identifying bloodlines. They can easily tell whether a person is pure-blood, half-blood or Muggle-born with just one look.

Lucas felt that this identification method was even more unscientific than divination.

Hermione didn't think about it that much.

She took a step forward and said to everyone: "As long as you use the flashback spell on that wand, you will know whether that wand casts the Dark Mark or not."

"Oh? Miss, can I ask you to do it?"

After Amos finished speaking, he handed the wand in his hand to Hermione.

"Certainly!"

Hermione drew her wand and brought the two wands together.

"Priori incantatem!"

The green Dark Mark loomed where the two wands met.

Seeing this, Amos shouted loudly to Winky: "The evidence is solid, elf."

"Quickly tell me, who ordered you to cast the Dark Mark, and where did you get this wand?"

"Sorry, that wand is mine!"

"Pft~!"

Lucas couldn't help laughing.

Harry really wants to join in no matter what the excitement is.

Seeing the famous Harry Potter stand up, many adult wizards were staring at him.

Swallowing nervously, he tightly grasped the hem of his clothes with both hands at his side.

"That's my wand. I lost it when I walked into the woods."

Everyone was quiet for a few seconds.

Amos looked at the wand in his hand and motioned to Harry.

When he saw him nodding in affirmation again, he immediately looked back at Winky and shouted.

"Did you steal Mr. Potter's wand and cast the Dark Mark?"

Winky shook her head desperately. Bound by the contract, she cannot say anything about her master.

If she said that she came to the World Cup site this time to guard Barty Crouch Jr.

The truth would be revealed immediately, because everyone knows that Barty Crouch Jr. is an out-and-out fanatical Death Eater.

And he should have died in Azkaban many years ago.

A pity that Winky is destined to take the blame for her master.

Crouch's eyes gradually became cold, he looked at poor Winky and said, "Winky, it looks like I need to send you to Azkaban before you can tell the truth."

Hearing Azkaban, Winky's eyes widened, filled with fear.

Hermione tightened her hold on Lucas' hand, she couldn't bear it and said: "I also heard a little sound at that time, the voice chanting the spell was nothing like Winky's voice."

Lucas looked at Hermione: "Want to help her?"

Hermione nodded: "Unfortunately, I'm just a student now, but I will definitely enter the Ministry of Magic in the future to help house elves change their status."

"No need to wait, I can help you now, just as I also find some people very unpleasant."

After Lucas finished speaking, he looked at the triumphant Amos Diggory.

He will never forget the way the pompous man looked at Hermione just now.

Just a Common employee of the Ministry of Magic, how dare he look down on his girlfriend?

Let go of Hermione's hand, Lucas strolled over to the arguing crowd.

"Sorry, I don't understand everyone's approach. Is it really so important who used the Dark Mark?"

"Mr. Grindelwald, that's the Dark Mark." Arthur Weasley said with a frown.

Amos looked suspiciously at the approaching blond boy.

Lucas smiled disdainfully: "So what?"

After that, he waved his wand and pointed to the sky: "Morsmordre!"

A green ray of light flew into the sky, and another Dark Mark appeared in the sky.

Looking at the two Dark Marks standing side by side in the air, everyone was dumbfounded, and looked at Lucas with a hint of horror.

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