Professor Vampire.

Chapter 303: New Headmaster of Durmstrang

"I don't agree!"

However, just when Vice Principal Monte agreed to Grindelwald's participation in the election for the principal, another voice interrupted him.

Grindelwald turned around and saw Krum, who had moved to the stage, returned to the podium again, looking at him with resentment in his eyes.

"How can he be allowed to run for the principal? He is a murderer!" Krum shouted, "He killed my grandfather sixty years ago!"

"Victor, stop talking nonsense... Get down from there!" Monte was startled by Krum's sudden protest and hurriedly stopped him.

He was afraid that Grindelwald would kill the Quidditch star player on the spot if he was unhappy.

At the same time, Monte had a little more hope in his heart-

If Grindelwald really killed Krum, the president of the Durmstrang Student Union, in anger, he would naturally stand on the opposite side of the Durmstrang students and it would be difficult for him to gain the support of the students.

If things really develop in this way, Monte thinks he still has a chance to get the position of the headmaster...

However, decades of imprisonment have not reduced Grindelwald's ability to deceive people.

Far from being angry, he showed a gentle smile, with a hint of apology in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear this news." Grindelwald said softly, "I can understand your feelings, Mr. Krum... The death of a loved one is an extremely sad thing."

As he spoke, he sighed deeply, "Many people died in that war, including members of the International Confederation of Wizards, Aurors from various ministries of magic, and many wizards who disagree with my ideas..."

"But!" Grindelwald suddenly changed his tone, "But... my friends, my many brothers and sisters also paid a heavy price, and many people died for our common ideals. Go, just like your grandfather. "

"I don't agree with your evaluation of me, Mr. Krum. Rather than saying that I am a murderer, I think of myself as a fighter! A fighter fighting for great ideals!"

"I did hurt others, that is undeniable - but all the sacrifices we made on the road are for the greater good, so that wizards can no longer hide and can appear in public openly..."

"Do you think I did something wrong, Mr. Krum?"

Grindelwald looked at Krum deeply, with that kind of compassionate and gentle smile on his face.

Krum opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything... He was not good at speaking, and facing Grindelwald's sharp words, he couldn't think of any angle to refute.

"You...you are quibbling!" Krum could only stumble back.

"Yes, I am indeed quibbling." Grindelwald not only did not object, but admitted it openly, "Because I lost the war in the end. No matter how I quibble, I am the loser... and history is written by the victors."

"For this reason, I would like to ask everyone here - do you really believe that everything described in the history of magic, the evaluation of me by the International Confederation of Wizards, and the criticism of me by the elders... are all correct? Are they all true?"

As Grindelwald's words fell, whispers gradually sounded in the hall.

The Durmstrang students, who already had many admirers of Grindelwald, could not help but begin to doubt the authenticity of history... How could such a wizard with great personal charm and gentle and calm conversation with everyone be as unbearable as the outside world judged?

Some of the passionate young wizards directly became loyal fans of Grindelwald, thinking that all the negative comments about him were deliberately smeared by the victors of the war.

Vice Principal Monte saw it more clearly.

He knew that Grindelwald's speech had already begun when Krum rushed to the stage.

The Dark Lord did not need to choose the right time and place, he could convey his thoughts to everyone present at any time and anywhere.

Krum wanted to continue to refute, but Grindelwald did not give him the opportunity to disrupt the atmosphere, and looked at him with his blue eyes.

"Mr. Krum, go back to your seat first, and leave it to me next." Grindelwald said gently.

His words seemed to have magic, Krum suddenly lost his mind, nodded obediently, walked down from the podium, and returned to his seat in the first row.

Grindelwald has never been a kind person, and the silent Imperius Curse is just right here.

The atmosphere on the field has gradually become warm, and no one cares about Krum's abnormality, just thinking that he was persuaded by Grindelwald and chose to let go of the hatred of his grandfather's generation.

Grindelwald raised a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth, took two steps forward, and came to the front of the podium.

He did not stop the students who were talking to each other, and started his speech in this enthusiastic atmosphere:

"Dear outstanding juniors of Durmstrang, it's nice to meet you!"

"Drmstrang is one of the greatest magic schools in the entire wizarding world. I used to be a student of this school... Of course, I am a little worse than these graduates in the audience, because I was expelled by the principal before I finished my studies."

A good-natured laugh came from the hall.

Grindelwald's self-mockery undoubtedly brought him closer to his students, and made the unreachable image of the Dark Lord more real and visible.

"We all know that Durmstrang never recruits Muggle-born wizards. Everyone present here has the purest wizard blood. You are all the most loyal and determined people in the wizarding world, and you will continue to fight for the continuation of magic."

"Everyone present knows that I failed in that war and lost to Dumbledore."

"At that time, I thought I had really done something wrong, so I promised him to disband the organization I had worked so hard to build and not to start a war again; then I was tied up in a small cell for fifty years."

"Until today, I came out and saw that the current situation of the magic world is no different from fifty years ago. It has even been compressed to a smaller size by the accelerated development of the Muggle society... So I once again confirmed that what I did at that time was correct."

"If the magic world is allowed to compromise with Muggles like Dumbledore did, then our living space will be suppressed by Muggles again and again; sooner or later, there will be only a corner of the magic world, and only a few wizards will survive under the oppression of Muggles!"

Grindelwald raised one hand high, his expression solemn and serious.

The whispers disappeared, and the whole hall was silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Grindelwald on the podium, watching him speak out the increasingly serious problems of the magic world.

Some professors looked very nervous. They were afraid that Grindelwald would say something like starting a war again, and they were afraid that he would drag Durmstrang into the center of a new vortex.

Grindelwald saw their nervous expressions and smiled gently.

"Don't worry, you don't have to be too nervous." He said, "I'm old, and I'm not interested in starting another war to prove my right or wrong, nor is there any reason to shed more blood on this road that has no end in sight."

"I just want to leave some thoughts for the magic world now, and pass on my thoughts."

"You young people are the future of the magic world. Even if I don't see the day when the magic world will see the light of day again in my lifetime, I hope that this seed of freedom can be passed down from generation to generation among you, making the future of wizards brighter all the way."

"If anyone is willing to pass on this thought, please raise your wands!"

The hall was quiet for a moment.

The next moment, all the students present stood up at the same time and raised their wands high.

Countless spark spells gathered together, like countless rising stars, reflecting an incomparable shining light in the sky above the hall.

"Thank you for your support. History will always remember this moment!"

"I have seen that the future of the magic world has the shadow of each of you. You make the glory of magic more dazzling!"

There is no suspense in this election of the principal.

Except for students like Krum who really have a deep hatred for Grindelwald, almost everyone voted for Grindelwald. Even some young professors couldn't suppress their inner passion and raised their wands to cast the spark spell on the ceiling.

Today is indeed a historic day.

The previous generation of the Dark Lord actually became the principal of Durmstrang School of Magic, and there was no oppression or coercion or inducement in the process. Instead, he took office smoothly with an invincible posture that everyone expected!

In a corner of the hall, there was a handsome bat hanging upside down under a beam, watching this scene quietly.

Dracula remembered that Dumbledore once said that Grindelwald had been imprisoned in Nurmengard for fifty years and seemed to regret what he had done.

Judging from Grindelwald's speech and actions today, he actually has no regrets and still believes that his approach is correct...

But Grindelwald has indeed changed.

He no longer attempts to solve problems through violent means, and no longer has the idea of ??starting a war again. He just wants to pass on his ideas.

The magic world is indeed getting smaller and smaller, and Dracula has the most obvious feeling about this.

A thousand years ago, all places that Muggles could not reach, such as mountains, deep forests, and the center of large lakes, were the territories where wizards could move freely.

However, as Muggle technology continues to develop, the areas that can be explored are getting wider and wider, and the space for wizards to move around is also compressed and narrowed accordingly.

Now, Diagon Alley has to use magic to squeeze out a narrow alley from the Muggle streets; young wizards have to enter the Muggle station to go to school, and enter the wizards' exclusive train between two Muggle platforms...

When Muggle technology continues to develop, will they be able to invent a machine that can detect magic?

Dracula is not sure, but this also proves that Grindelwald's theory is largely reasonable.

Of course, Dumbledore was not wrong.

Everything he did was to protect ordinary people in the magic world from the harm of war, and reducing the casualties of wizards was also an important measure to maintain the development of the magic world.

Dumbledore has not solved the conflict between Muggles and the magic world in recent years because there are always dark wizards like Voldemort waiting for him to deal with, leaving him no time to take care of other things.

Now, it is not clear who is right and who is wrong.

...

Just when the previous generation of Dark Lord had just made himself a principal with a similar status to Dumbledore, another Dark Lord was listening to his subordinates telling him the intelligence he had found out.

"Severus, are you saying... the wand Dumbledore is holding now is likely to be the legendary Old Wand?" Voldemort stroked the original wand in his hand, with a greedy light flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, Master." Snape said calmly, "I also accidentally discovered that Dumbledore was studying the Deathly Hallows recently, and often compared his wand with the diagram of the Deathly Hallows, and came to this conclusion."

"No wonder... No wonder that old thing can still have such a powerful force at such an old age." Voldemort licked his dry lips, "If I can get the strongest wand..."

He suddenly restrained his greed and ordered Snape: "Severus, I have to make proper arrangements for this matter, don't tell anyone!"

"I understand." Snape nodded.

"Okay, you go down." Voldemort said, "Don't leave Hogwarts for too long, be careful not to be suspected by Dumbledore."

Snape bent slightly, then turned and left the dark old house where Voldemort was.

However, just as he was about to Apparate back to Hogwarts, a mess of long black hair blocked Snape.

"What's the matter, Bellatrix?" Snape asked calmly.

"You should know it well, Snape." Bellatrix Lestrange stared at him suspiciously and said coldly, "I don't trust you."

Snape curled his lips and looked at Bellatrix's angry face sarcastically.

"Tell me, there must be a reason," he said, "Why don't you believe me?"

"There are a hundred reasons!" Bellatrix glanced at the house where Voldemort was, and made sure that he couldn't hear the conversation between the two, and then spoke loudly.

"Where should I begin - where were you when the Dark Lord fell? Why didn't you make any effort to find him after he disappeared? What have you done all these years while living under Dumbledore's wing?"

"Also, why didn't you come back immediately after the Dark Lord's resurrection? Where were you when we fought so bravely to get the prophecy for the Dark Lord a few weeks ago? And most importantly, Snape, why is Harry Potter still alive? He has been at your disposal for five years!"

She paused, her chest heaving violently, her cheeks flushed.

Snape looked at her indifferently, then suddenly laughed.

"Is that all?" he asked contemptuously.