In 1979, a forest in Austria.

The rain slapped the dense branches and leaves, dripped from them, and finally gathered into a mud puddle in the mud.

A sound of running came from a distance, and the domestic elf's pair of unskinned and rough feet stepped on the mud, splashing large pieces of mud.

It stumbled and ran, looking panicked but was extremely careful because it was holding a baby in its arms, a baby in its swaddling clothes.

The forbidden phantom movement magic here is very powerful, and even the house-raising elves are no exception.

It can only manifest itself at the outermost periphery of the forest, running along the route in memory.

The baby is well protected by it, and the waterproof curse makes the swaddle still dry and comfortable. The boy sleeps soundly and does not seem to be disturbed by the harsh environment around him.

It ran for a while, and in the hazy night, a mottled and cold tower gradually revealed its outline.

For The Greater Good!

It looked up at the line of blurred words at the entrance of the tower, with its big eyes full of sadness and loss.

The prison named Neumangard was unattended, and the house-raising elf ran into the tower with the boy in his arms and continued to go up the steep spiral stone staircase.

It continued to run to the top of the tower before slowing down its pace with gasping. After carefully cleaning the dirt on its feet on the stone steps, it stepped into the highest level of the tower.

This is a small room, with the ground, ceiling and surrounding walls made of pitch-black stones.

This small space seems inexplicably depressing.

Apart from stone, the only furniture here is a wooden bed, and an old man holding his knees sits on it.

He was haggard, with thin hair, and was wearing a torn robe, with his feet and hands exposed outside the robe, and his bones and joints were wrapped in thin skin, making him scary.

He heard the movements made by the house elf and his eyes turned from the window to the stone stairs.

The old man's eyes were calm, but it made people dare not look at him, because there seemed to be endless darkness hidden in those eyes, which made people shudder.

"Old master..."

The house elf cried in tears, knelt on the ground in her arms, shouting only the title, and then she burst into tears.

The old man curled up his lips as if he was smiling.

"Qira, I remember when you first came, I said, you should never come back here, so... are you breaking my orders now?"

Kira trembled, her ugly face covered with fear.

It raised the child in his arms, explained in fear.

"No! No! Old Master! Qira will never violate the orders of the old master in her life, but, but the Grindelwald family is gone..."

It cried bitterly: "Someone went to Switzerland to kill your nephew. Their family was dead, and he was the only descendant of your family!"

The old man shook his head.

"There is no so-called Grindelwald family. They have already changed their surnames. I am the only Grindelwald in the world."

"But, but what flows in this child's body is the same blood as you!"

The old man chuckled: "Same blood? Yes, bloodline, the bloodline that wizards value the most..."

"Do you know who killed his parents?" the old man suddenly asked.

Kira shook her big head.

"Qila went too late, too late. His parents died, died under the life-seeking curse, but they hid him, and Qira found him in the cellar... Qira did not see who the murderer was, but Qira felt... she thought the murderer was Dumbledore!"

It screamed suddenly.

"It must be Dumbledore's doing it! It must be him! Only he will kill all your tribe members!"

"I have many enemies," said the old man, "but the most unlikely person who can do such a thing is him."

He stared at the wall in a daze, as if he was recalling the past.

"He may sometimes act insidiously and cunning, even more so than me, but he is a complicated person... Everything he does comes from the heart not for himself, but for that ridiculous love."

He turned to look at the boy in Qila's hand.

"If you didn't bring him here, this boy is undoubtedly the safest, but it's not necessarily true now."

Qira cried and said, "But the only relative in this world is you. Qira doesn't know, don't know where else to take him!"

The old man was silent for a moment and decided the boy's future destiny.

"Take him to England and under Dumbledore's nose so he can feel at ease. Create a fake identity for him, don't have any connection with the wizard, and then send him to a Muggle orphanage, you can protect him in secret, but you can't let him know your existence.

If he does not show his magical talent in the future, it is best. Just look at him and make him a peaceful and stable Muggle that will never be unexpected in his life. If he has the talent of a wizard, he will naturally be paid attention to by Dumbledore, and this will only be up to him..."

"And..." he thought, and finally said, "If he becomes a wizard, take him to Abroth when you feel right, whatever method you can use to get him that badge."

Kira sobbed.

"What's his name?"

Gettler Grindelwald tapped the bed with his fingertips and thought for a moment.

"Just call Lynn Belloke."
Chapter completed!