Hogwarts Shippuden

Standing on the streets of Brooklyn, looking at the familiar night scene of the surrounding streets, Kyle sighed a little.

Before he knew it, he had been away from here for five years.

The last time he was in New York was when he imitated Lord Bat and became the Dark Knight of New York City.

He thought that he would earn the first pot of gold in his life with the sponsorship of gangsters in New York, and then cooperate with his own abilities to reach the pinnacle of life.

Unexpectedly, after a few years of dashing style, he was taken away by Dumbledore.

After arriving at Hogwarts, as soon as he asked Dumbledore and found that he was the son of the head of the magical world, he skipped the process of personal struggle in the middle and went straight to the pinnacle of life.

Life is really lonely as snow.

Even though five years have passed, the neighborhoods in the neighborhood haven't changed much at all from what they were five years ago.

For Kyle, that little change is nothing at all. Even if she closes her eyes, she can launch all kinds of difficult chasing and intercepting gangsters fleeing in a hurry in Brooklyn.

It didn't take much effort for him to connect with the Saints lurking in Brooklyn.

After briefly listening to the reports of his subordinates, Kyle decided to summon all the saints lurking in New York City.

Before long, a high-powered searchlight sent a beam of light soaring into the sky, leaving a clear path of light in the night sky, casting a looming bat symbol above the grey clouds.

The reason why he didn't use the Umbra Party's Deathly Hallows logo or the iconic Grindelwald black veil was because Kyle considered that such an obvious summoning method would inevitably be noticed by Voldemort.

After all, these two methods of summoning subordinates are really too high-profile.

Of course, Kyle could learn from Voldemort's Dark Mark and develop a Deathly Hallows mark of their shamanist party, so that when he calls his subordinates, there will be less movement.

But Kyle didn't want to do this, because their Grindelwald family never knew what it meant to be low-key.

Replacing the Deathly Hallows emblem with a bat emblem and projecting it onto the clouds was the limit he could tolerate.

...

Just as Kyle was waiting for the arrival of the saints, a house in Brooklyn was not too narrow, but not too spacious.

In the living room, a group of people in strange clothes were standing or sitting around a square table in the center of the room. The coffee was placed on the table, and it was already cold.

Among them, one sitting on the only sofa in the room, with short hair, dressed in smart casual clothes, and clearly the leader, let out a soft breath.

His eyes swept across the faces of the group of people in the room from time to time, as if he wanted to speak, but couldn't, and seemed extremely tangled.

As time passed bit by bit, the somewhat frozen atmosphere in the living room not only did not melt, on the contrary, it had a tendency to become more and more stiff.

Da da……

He couldn't help reaching out and flexing his fingers to tap on the table in front of him.

The slight sound of fingers colliding with the solid wood table top immediately attracted the attention of more than ten people in the room.

Seeing that everyone turned their attention to himself, the short-haired middle-aged man casually pressed the cigarette butt that had been out for some time between his fingers into the ashtray.

"I decided to agree to the mysterious man's condition." The man said slowly, "I'm afraid, we can't refuse his condition."

Hearing his decision, everyone in the room had different expressions.

Some showed a look of relief, while others showed righteous indignation.

"John! This is a shameful betrayal!" A bald man with a big waist and a round waist rushed forward and slapped the table with his palm resentfully.

The middle-aged man called John shrugged his shoulders, "Bartrick, if we don't do this, what else can we do?"

Without waiting for the Bartrick in front of him to speak, he continued, "With the current level of control over the magic world by Dumbledore and Grindelwald, do you think we still have a chance?"

His expression suddenly became extremely gloomy, "To form an alliance with the mysterious man is our only chance to destroy the magic world."

Hearing this, Bartrick clenched his fists sharply.

"You-Know-Who's goal is to rule the wizarding world rather than destroy it, and that's not what we're after!"

"You want to use each other to achieve our grand goals, but that is only possible when the two sides are evenly matched!"

"With our strength, we are completely..."

Before he could finish speaking, another man with a slightly sinister expression in the room interrupted him.

"Bart, you are quite clear in your heart, with our strength..."

The sullen man sneered, "With our strength, if we don't cooperate with the mysterious man, then in the true sense, we can't even see any hope of achieving our goals."

As the man said these words, the atmosphere in the room once again dropped to freezing point.

After thinking for a long time, the leading man named John finally spoke up, breaking the uncomfortable and terrible silence in the room.

"That's it," he decided directly. "Next, our task is to find seven suitable children for the mysterious man."

"Five to seven-year-old purebloods who have just experienced their first magic riot and have not yet learned any magic."

John stood up slowly, his icy eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the room one by one, "Please remember, the mission is only allowed to succeed, not to fail."

There were still a few people in the room, and the expressions on their faces revealed a bit of unwillingness.

But they didn't say much in the end, turned around silently, and left the room with the others.

Standing in front of the living room window, John silently watched the group leave downstairs from his house until the last person disappeared at the end of the street before he turned around.

But when he turned around, he was stunned.

Because he should have been alone in the living room, but now there were two more people silently, and one of them was quite familiar to him.

Grant Ward, the shady man who just refuted Bart.

At this moment, he was standing in front of the only table in the living room, respectfully pouring tea for a young blond sitting on the sofa.

Aware of John's gaze, Grant Ward raised his head, and his sullen face suddenly softened a bit.

Grant Ward put down the tray and teapot gently, smiled slightly at John, and a wand slipped silently from his sleeve.

"Lord Grindelwald asked me to say hello to you."

A green light shot out from the tip of Grant Ward's staff.