Browser search for (Book Title) followed by ♂♂\} will quickly find what you're looking for.

"The future? The future…"

Aileen repeated softly, her eyes glazed over, not answering immediately.

Then, a brief silence fell in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Both Grindelwald and Dumbledore remained silent with tacit understanding, quietly watching the young witch deep in thought, choosing not to press her further.

Until…

A soft sob broke the silence in the office.

"Dead, everyone is dead… Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape, Grandpa… you were all killed… the final battle took place at Hogwarts… the castle was reduced to ruins… the Ministry of Magic had already fallen…"

Aileen murmured softly, her eyes unfocused, hugging herself tightly, curled up into a small ball on the sofa in the office, as if that could give her some security, her voice trembling slightly.

"Hogwarts lost two headmasters in battle, and one acting headmaster went mad… Gringotts was also destroyed…"

“…I was killed too? In the future?”

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but ask.

"Nurmengard was breached, I saw you being tortured… you were laughing at your torturers, but you had no power to resist… you were… were… killed like a worm…"

Aileen shuddered, raised her unfocused eyes, and said in a hollow voice.

"Hmm? Even Nurmengard was involved?"

Grindelwald pondered for a few seconds, then turned to exchange a glance with Dumbledore.

Facing Grindelwald's probing gaze, Dumbledore gave a barely perceptible nod, his expression gradually becoming serious. According to the magical fluctuations, there was nothing abnormal.

This child… what she said was all true!

As the two top wizards in the magical world today, for these two old men, wanting to tell whether someone was lying or not didn't require Legilimency or Veritaserum at all – there were too many spells that could accomplish that.

Although Aileen's actions were somewhat deliberate, what she said was all true.

This was the conclusion reached by both Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and once combined with what the girl had said, the future world it reflected was somewhat chilling.

"The Soviet Union, that's the only way to solve all this."

Taking advantage of the two old men exchanging glances, Aileen quickly glanced at the two old wizards with the corner of her eye, and continued to say in a voice that was both ethereal and slightly hoarse, as if she were chanting some ancient incantation.

"There is only this one chance in the future, whoever can devour it can live better in the future…"

"Alright, you don't need to keep pretending with the rest."

Before Aileen could finish speaking, Grindelwald grinned, a hint of helplessness appearing on his face.

"Don't you think it's tiring to talk in this voice? It would be terrible if you hurt your throat – Dumbledore and I aren't fools, we know enough from the previous content."

"Looks like we don't have much room for choice?"

After a slight pause, the first Dark Lord turned his head and glanced at Dumbledore, who was smiling wryly.

"Although I don't know why you died in battle at Hogwarts in the future… I don't want to be killed like a worm by some random nobody. Prophecies may be difficult to change, but they still have their meaning."

"Hogwarts shouldn't be a battlefield, this is a school."

Dumbledore pondered for a few seconds, then said in a serious tone, tapping his fingers lightly on the wooden table.

He wasn't afraid of death, but if the whole thing involved Hogwarts and the future fate of the students, then the weights in Dumbledore's heart couldn't help but start to tip.

"Then, I just want to confirm two things, Miss Kaslana."

Dumbledore sat up straight, crossed his hands on the table, and stared at Aileen with his clear blue eyes.

"First! Are you sure that what we are doing is able to avoid war, right?"

"Second, if Hogwarts really…"

…

Half an hour later.

Hogwarts Headmaster's Office.

At some point, Fawkes, the phoenix who had gone out foraging and playing, had returned to the room.

She was now standing on her exclusive wooden perch, carefully pecking at the dried fish in the dish, her bright eyes occasionally scanning the two old wizards in the room – as for a certain dangerous white-haired furball, she had naturally left long ago.

"Be careful with everything, the truly important part is yet to come."

Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald by the fireplace and gave a final word of caution.

At this time, Grindelwald had completely changed his appearance. He was neither in the image of “Otto Apocalypse” nor in his original appearance, but a tall, thin Russian with firm eyes.

"As long as the fireplace you're connecting to doesn't have any problems, everything will be fine."

Grindelwald waved his hand dismissively and said with a proud smile.

"Don't forget, Albus… I once ran circles around the entire MACUSA. It's too easy to deal with a bunch of Soviet idiots who don't even have a solid foundation – moreover, this mission isn't complicated."

"But if I remember correctly, the ending of that infiltration was exactly when you were first arrested."

Dumbledore retorted with a straight face, took out his pocket watch from his chest, and looked at it.

"Two hours! If you don't come back, I will go to check on the situation – of course, if before that you are held back by the lives of the wizards of the entire Soviet Ministry of Magic because you exposed your identity, then I will not be there to rescue people but to help defeat the escaped Dark Lord Grindelwald."

"Don't be too nervous, I'm just going to buy a few shops and set up a few Portkeys in advance."

Grindelwald turned around and waved his hand. He waved his wand lightly in front of the flames, and the red flames in the fireplace instantly turned into a faint green. Floo Powder was just an aid, he naturally didn't need that kind of thing.

Grindelwald cleared his throat and clearly recited in fluent Russian.

"[Stalingrad - Bolshevik Hammer Tavern]!"

In the next moment, the man's figure disappeared into the flames.

"Really, a crazy plan…"

Dumbledore raised his head, the firelight from the fireplace reflected in his half-moon glasses, and murmured to himself.

"Saving millions of lives, salvaging the dying embers of civilization, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for world fusion… they are all trump cards that are completely impossible to refuse. That child is a contract messenger sent by the devil, isn't she?"

Speaking of which, I forgot to ask just now, what color clothes was he wearing when he died in that future.

————

————

Chapter 1, um, only one chapter today~

Counting the update of the new book, it barely counts as two updates… right? Hmm hmm~ That's it!

New book title, *Opening Hogwarts the Wrong Way*. Each time the new book's book-pins exceed 1000, it triggers an extra update of *A Bite of Hogwarts*~ Cock-a-doodle-doo~ Cock-a-doodle-doo~ Cock-a-doodle-doo~

♂ Latest chapters go to ♂. +?? This/God? Vertical Zhan♂\}♂ Enter\Input\Website:.{\·anbentxt·}

/♂