Chapter 11: Bones, Flesh and Blood

While the sorting ceremony was going on, another unholy ceremony was taking place inside the Albanian Forest.

Grindelwald stood in front of a cauldron filled with the simmering regeneration potion. This is the same potion used by Voldemort in the Goblet of Fire to resurrect himself.

Vinda stood behind him with a coffin beside her, an old acolyte was also near them, and another was carrying Percival Graves.

Grindelwald stepped forward and went inside the cauldron.

Just then Vinda opened the coffin picked out a bone piece and carried it to the cauldron dropping it inside it. After that, the old Acolyte also stepped forward and decisively cut off his arm. That arm was already in a bad shape, beyond any healing.

Vinda moved towards the third acolyte present, used the silent 'diffindo' to cut, collected Percival's blood, took it to the cauldron, dropped the collected blood and stepped back.

"Bone of the father, unknowingly given, you will renew your son! The flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed, you will revive your master. Blood of the enemy, forcibly taken, you will resurrect your foe"

The entire cauldron caught fire and everything around it was burned. After the smoke subsided, a young man appeared. This was Grindelwald, but not the old man Grindelwald but the young Grindelwald present in all his majesty.

Yes, Grindelwald is back and he is the younger version. He was a disaster for the world more than five decades ago and now the same disaster is back again, the only thing that is missing is the Elder wand.

"Gellert, your wand ..." Vinda wanted to say something about the Elder wand but was interrupted by Grindelwald.

"Vinda, the wand does not matter right now." Grindelwald then turned towards the rest of the acolytes and the alliance members that were present there.

"My dear friends, after all this time, you stand before me again. I know some of you might be disappointed with me.

But today I am not here for one of my grand ambitions of taking the wizards to become free. No, today I am here because we are facing an unprecedented crisis and it is not only us but also the muggles that are facing this crisis.

Today, I once again ask you to raise your wand, not for me but for yourself, for your children, for the wizarding world and for the whole world.

Today, I once again ask you to raise your wand, for the Greater Good."

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The dinner at Hogwartz is over, Dumbledore did warn the students about the corridor on the third floor.

Under the concerned gazes of Dora and Hermione, Earnest went towards the Slytherin Dormitory.

Just as they arrived at the dormitory, a Slytherin prefect, Gemma Farley said the password for the entrance.

"Pure Blood."

Just as she said the password the entrance to the common room appeared in front of the Slytherin students.

All the students were gathered in the common room. The newly assigned prefect, Gemma gave a passionate speech about the honour and dignity of the purebloods.

"Pure Bloods bla bla bla Pure Blood .... Noble Blood ..."

'What are they, some cultists, even vampires will not use the word "blood" so much.' muttered Earnest with an expressionless face, still his handsome appearance stood out among the rest.

"Now we will have a hidden prefect selection for each grade. The hidden prefect will be responsible for the honour.... blah blah blood..."

"Let's begin with the first years, so who wants to become the prefect?"

A couple of young masters stepped forward. Draco, Pansy, Daphne and Zabini.

But before they could begin the process, Draco walked towards Earnest.

'Shit! Here we go.'

"You half-blood! If not for your mother carrying the blood of the Black Family, you wouldn't be allowed to enter the Slytherin Common room. I can't believe she was a sister to my mother. Good thing the Black Family erased her from the family tree.

So it is in your best interest that you become my follower and you will regain some dignity that your blood lost."

'Wow! So that happened. I heard in some theories that Draco is a good boy just spoiled but these words, I can't find that good boy here anymore.

But one thing is sure, they don't know that I was adopted.'

"Well hello to you too," said Earnest earning a chuckle from Daphne.

Earnest looked towards Daphne. 'I don't remember telling any jokes here. Is she trying to make Draco more angry? Clever girl.'

When Earnest was about to refuse the Malfoy heir he noticed the expression on Malfoy's face turned grim.

"Looks like you don't know what's good for you. Do you want to go against me?"

Now Earnest looked at Malfoy with illusory question marks popping on his head.

'What did I do or say? That Daphne girl played well.'

"Looks like your mudblood of a father didn't teach you much about how to respect your superiors."

The questioning look on Earnest's face immediately disappeared. It was replaced by an expressionless look, one that was hiding anger deep inside him.

"Listen Brat. This is the last time you are disrespecting my parents. If the next time happens,, let's just say you will face one of the worst times of your life."

"What? You think the son of a blood traitor and a mudblood can stand above me. You should know your place you half-blood."

While this was happening, the rest of the Slytherin were watching with relish. For them, half-bloods are just a little better than the muggle-borns.

A few witches were also frowning, not because they did not discriminate against half-bloods or muggles born but because they didn't want any harm to come upon Earnest. Looks do play a big role in any world.

But things didn't go as they predicted, instead of seeing Malfoy's young master punishing the handsome young boy, they saw a hand grab Draco's face and lift him applying pressure from his fingers.

Draco suddenly screamed but despite his screams, Earnest didn't release Draco.

With a cold look he kept on tormenting Draco but suddenly a red beam seamed to appear from behind him but Earnest has already sensed someone using magic behind him using his Uzumaki senses.

He simply turned around placing draco in the path of the spell but the expected collision didn't bring much impact.

'And here I thought that Draco would be yanked off my hands by the force.'