Albus Dumbledore’s Visit

"The Council of Elders? Why are you asking this?"

With that familiar term, Grindelwald's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes suddenly became serious, and he stared at Arlo and asked:

"Is the person who attacked you this time a member of The Council of Elders?"

"No, but from his mouth, I learned that the elders might intervene."

Seeing the solemn look on Grindelwald's face, Arlo also froze in his heart, shook his head and hurriedly explained.

"Phew—I thought the Council of Elders was already eyeing you now."

"But yes, Merlin's holy relic, this legend is even older than the Three Holy Artifacts of Death Hallow"

Grindelwald was relieved to know that the attack had not been carried out by the Elders.

"The Council of Elders was the most powerful group of pure-blood family in the seventh century AD. All pure-blood family alliances were used to maintain order and control institutions in Europe. You know that."

Later, the pure-blood family gradually declined, and the Council of Elders also hid in the background, handing over some rights to the Ministry of Magic, but it was still not to be underestimated.

After finishing speaking, Grindelwald looked into Arlo's eyes and said seriously:

"You need to hurry up, even if you don't count Albus Dumbledore, the great wizard of The Council of Elders has already exceeded double digits."

Hearing this number, Arlo couldn't help but click his tongue.

Great wizard, this is the same level of existence as Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Voldemort

Thinking of this, Arlo couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in his heart.

Now he is not a great wizard, even if he encounters a wizard-like Hogwarts Dean, he is powerless to fight back.

Arlo felt as if he was in the middle of a vortex, surrounded by surging waves, and at stake.

"Well, you don't have to think so much now."

Seeing the gloomy look on his apprentice's face, Grindelwald patted his shoulder and motioned him to return to the living room.

Sitting on the luxurious sofa again, Grindelwald shook his head with a smile, looking at Arlo's puzzled expression.

"Did you forget that you are going to school soon?"

"Yup!"

A fan of the authorities, he was still discussing this matter with Hermione before, but after a battle, Arlo subconsciously forgot about it.

"As long as it's at Hogwarts, and Albus sits there, The Council of Elders will give him three points of face."

"After all, even among the great wizards, Albus is one of the best."

Seeing the excited expression on Grindelwald's face, Arlo pouted quietly.

However, such a small movement did not escape Grindelwald's eyes. With the slight movement of that thin finger, the blue light hit Arlo again.

Looking at Arlo who was skilled in lifting the Cruciatus Curse, a smile appeared in Grindelwald's eyes.

"Your owl is here, go and see."

After the two casually talked for a few words, Grindelwald seemed to have a feeling and got up and opened the window.

Staring at the rapidly approaching grey shadow above the distant sky, Grindelwald smiled and left the space for Arlo, who immediately became cheerful.

The grey shadow was getting closer and closer, looking at the envelope held in the owl's claws, even though it had already experienced strong winds and waves, Arlo's eyes could not help but overflow with strong expectations.

Under Arlo's anticipation, the owl finally landed on the windowsill.

He couldn't wait to pick up the envelope, and after opening it, the anticipation on his face turned into deep doubt.

"How come the address is my home?"

Looking at the envelope, "33 Mayfair Street, received by Mr. Arlo Cadmus" written in cursive script, Arlo couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

He remembered very clearly that when Harry Potter received the letter, his uncle's family took him to hide, but the envelope always showed where he was at the time.

But such a question aroused the ridicule of Grindelwald:

"Dear Mr. Arlo Cadmus, where do you think Numengard is?"

Speaking, Grindelwald stood up, spread his arms, and stood in the middle of the living room like Jesus, his tone gradually became fanatical:

"This is the place where felons were held when I was in power. After Albus defeated me, he blessed this place heavily in the name of the blood pact and the Three Deathly Hallow."

"Or do you think, how did you get into this tower in the first place? Just because of your surname Cadmus."

After speaking, Grindelwald stood up and looked at the innocent-faced owl on the windowsill. With a flick of his finger, a light red magic beam shot out, instantly killing the owl.

"Don't look at me like that, and trust me, you wouldn't want to let Albus know about our relationship."

Looking at Arlo's unbelievable expression, Grindelwald shrugged, returned to the console, and continued while cleaning up:

"Albus feared two people the most in his life. One was me, and the other was his student Riddle. He felt betrayed by both in the end. Unfortunately, the qualities of both of us are vividly reflected in you."

"If Albus finds something in you - of course it's inevitable, and knowing you and I have this special relationship in the future, then you'll have a hard time at Hogwarts."

As he said that, Grindelwald finally returned to the living room and handed the assembled pistol and a thick stack of research codes to Arlo.

"The pistol has now fixed a life-slaying spell, but it can only be issued once. Then it will be scrapped."

"The main problem is the erosion of magic power on metal parts and the solidification output of magic power."

"Research in this area requires you to go to Hogwarts and go on your own."

After speaking, after handing the things into Arlo's hands, Grindelwald waved and drove him out of the tower.

"You don't have to worry about the matter of The Council of Elders. I will take some time to chat with those immortals."

"Remember, time waits. All for the wizarding world, all for the greater good."

Looking at the broken and gloomy tower in front of him, the last words Grindelwald said echoed in his mind, and the corners of Arlo's eyes couldn't help but get wet.

For ideals, for inheritance, for the greater interests of wizards.

The old man gave almost everything he could for him, including his only best friend.

Thinking like this, Arlo nodded silently and pressed the key of the pendant door.

It was as if an iron hook was hooked on the navel, and with a sudden pull, the whole person fell into an invisible vortex, and appeared at the door of his house in the next second.

"Ah, Arlo, long time no see."

"I thought I couldn't wait for you today."

When Arlo just took out the key and was about to open the door.

A kind and warm voice suddenly sounded in his ear without warning.

Hearing this sudden sound, Arlo's body had already reacted before he could react.

He didn't look back, but the hand that stretched out to open the door suddenly pressed on the door, and the whole person rolled back with this force.

At the same time, the jet-black magic wand fixed on the forearm also bounced into his hand in an instant, and in the next second, it pointed directly at the figure in the purple-red robe.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

The red light on the tip of the wand was still flickering, but a second before the spell was about to be cast, Arlo finally saw the grey-bearded face.

"Ah, it's me, I'm glad you still remember me, the old man."

Watching Arlo's movements thoughtfully, Dumbledore nodded slowly.

From the series of lightning-quick movements just now, it can be seen that Arlo's years have not been as plain as he imagined.

"It must have been five or six years since we last met."

"It's been five years, why did you come here in person, the professor? I'm also pure-blooded, so I don't need preschool tutoring."

After confirming Dumbledore's real body, Arlo put away his wand, lowered his head and took out the key again, ready to open the door to let Dumbledore in.

But at this time, in his heart, the alarm bell was ringing frantically.

Arlo professed not to be Harry Potter, and didn't hold such a high place in Dumbledore's heart.

His parents had a deep cooperation with the Order of the Phoenix, but it was only a cooperation.

There was Harry Potter, the savior, and Neville Longbottom, the son of a martyr from the Order of the Phoenix.

Even these two people didn't enjoy the treatment of Dumbledore coming to the door in person.

As Arlo's thoughts turned, the quaint key in his hand was finally inserted into the door.

At the moment when the key was turned, in a place that all Muggles could not see, a huge castle towering into the clouds was forced out of the garden villa, occupying the entire block.

This is the ancestral home of the Cadmus family. As early as a thousand years ago, before the present London was formed, the castle stood here under the blessing of Merlin and King Arthur.

This is the true heritage of the Cadmus family!

"No matter how many times we meet, this castle is always so shocking. Merlin's hair—"

"It's just that there's no one left, Professor Dumbledore, please come in."

Dumbledore's exaggerated and clumsy performance did not dissuade Arlo's vigilance.

Quietly using Occlumency, Arlo met Dumbledore's eyes with his calm eyes, with a proper smile on the corner of his mouth, bowed slightly, and led Dumbledore into the house.

"Child, it looks like you've had a wonderful time these years."

After feeling Arlo's Occlumency, Dumbledore was slightly startled, with an expression of interest in his eyes.

Occlumency of this kind is rare, even among professors.

Entering the living room, the house elf had already lit the raging fireplace, and two cups of strong tea were placed on the coffee table. This is a pure-blood family, the most standard hospitality etiquette.

"There's no way. From time to time, people come to me to snatch something that is forbidden. Mom and Dad are not there. The Cadmus family can only support me."

"Speaking of which, Professor, do you know what they're looking for?"

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Note

The Council of Elders: In the wizarding world of Harry Potter, there exists a secretive and influential organization known as the "The Council of Elders." Comprising exclusively of noble wizards and witches, this organization wields immense power and manipulates events behind the scenes. Each member of the Council is referred to as an "Elder," denoting their esteemed status within the wizarding community.

The primary objective of The Council of Elders is to safeguard and further the interests of pure-blood families discreetly. While the Ministry of Magic oversees the wizarding world as a whole, the Order specifically manages the affairs of pure-blooded individuals, ensuring their protection and prosperity in secrete. The members of the Order hold deep influence and sway over significant events, including the uprisings of Grindelwald and Voldemort.

To enforce their authority, The Council of Elders has established a system of obedience among pure-blood families. These families are bound to follow the orders and directives given by the Elders, fostering a sense of loyalty and unity within the organization. Most pure-blooded families willingly join the Council, recognizing the benefits and protection it provides.

Operating covertly and maintaining a low profile, The Council of Elders remains hidden until the need arises. They possess a network of clandestine agents who carry out their missions and assignments, acting as representatives of the organization. These agents are carefully selected and are known for their unwavering loyalty and influential connections.

Although The Council of Elders is an exclusive organization, only allowing a select few influential pure-bloods to join its ranks, it remains a force to be reckoned with. Its members hold considerable sway in both the wizarding world's political landscape and the broader society. Their ability to manipulate events ensures the preservation and advancement of pure-blood interests, while their secret operations keep them protected from interference.

It is within the shadows of the wizarding world that The Council of Elders thrives, orchestrating events and subtly shaping the course of history to safeguard the purity and influence of pure-blood families.

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