"Everyone uses the Bunhead Spell, the Super Sensation Spell, and the Floating Magical Text Circle in turn. It may be a few kilometers away. I haven't tried this method, but it should work..." Harry said uncertainly, "It was Hermione's idea."

As he spoke, a ghost with a transparent body, glowing pearly white glowing on him curiously.

"I never thought this would happen." Myrtle said happily, looking at her smiling face, it seemed as if the New Year had arrived early.

"Believe me, I never thought I would lead a group of people here." Harry squeezed out this sentence from his teeth, and Myrtle let out a string of giggles, happily circling in the air. Members of the Front Line Watching Station Club looked at the scene in a daze.

"I swear, even when Fred and George fanned the castle exhibition, she wasn't so happy." Ron whispered to Neville, who was beside him, "or maybe when she found Hermione's face covered with cat hair-"

Hermione gave him a sharp look.

"I didn't expect you to have such a good relationship with Myrtle." Luna expressed her opinion unexpectedly, her tone full of envy.

Ron glared.

"Okay, you guys!" Harry said: "Everyone moves-I'm not sure if Professor Happ has told other professors if he gets caught..." He said uneasy, annoyed that they were not wary of their laughter.

Myrtle's laughter was also a little harsh, but there was no other way. He could only pretend not to hear it. Who made this an abandoned girl's bathroom, Myrtle's territory? He could only use his eyes to make silent urging.

The students finally got serious and cast spells on themselves in turn. Harry soon regretted it - twenty or thirty people were crowded in a bathroom, and each one became noisy when he said a word. Especially some students who seemed too excited floated in the air without weight, dancing and shouting excitedly, and the scene looked both funny and chaotic.

Dean was casting a spell on himself. Before the spell was formed, one foot fell from the sky.

"Ouch! Who stepped on my head?"

"Oh, sorry, it wasn't intentional, I can't control it!" Simo couldn't help laughing. He pretended that nothing had happened, and said seriously: "Let me come down--" Before he finished speaking, he screamed because Dean grabbed his ankle with revenge and threw him out.

Semo hit the wall like a bird without wings.

"A good goal," said Quidditch player Katie Bell.

Dean tidied up his collar, "Thank you, I always felt that I had the talent to beat Quidditch."

"I felt I couldn't breathe... I sneaked into the women's bathroom. My dad would send me a yelling letter when he knew it, because I ruined the reputation of the McMillan family - I shouldn't have come at all." Ernie McMillan muttered.

"Then why don't you leave? This will free up two people!" Ginny raised her eyebrows and said.

"I warn you, please stop pointing at my body shape-" Ernie roared in a low voice with his fat arm.

"Then just shut your fat mouth and say less sour words." Ginny said bluntly.

Ron stood next to Ginny with a bubble similar to a fish tank, his whole face looked swollen, "Do you want to fight?" Ron said in a muffled voice. Ernie did not give in, but instead took a step forward. The two were about the same height, but Ernie was much stronger than Ron.

Harry rushed over.

"Don't argue." He tried hard to separate Ron and Ernie, "Erni, Justin is looking for you, he is not very skilled in the bubbly curse." It was not until Ernie walked away that Harry focused on Ron. "So too, Ron--" He was about to warn him, but found that Ron's eyes under the bubbly curse were twice as big as it was, which made him look like an angry goldfish, or a toad.

"Hurry up." Harry left with a smile.

"Thank you." Ginny said to Ron, who waved his hand indifferently, and Ginny stared at his face and laughed, "Ouch-I have to go find Luna, I don't know what she looks like-"

As soon as Harry returned to his original position, Hermione raised her hand and signaled, "Harry, I think we should add a 'waterproof and moisture-proof' curse." Harry imagined the wet underground pipes in his mind and agreed immediately.

Finally - after ten minutes, all the preparations were done, and Harry cleared his throat.

"Professor Hayp——"

"Vice Principal," said Mafalda. "He is now the vice principal. I have always wanted to interview him-or Professor McGonagall's thoughts on the school, but unfortunately I didn't get the chance."

"Thank you for revealing me the latest plan of the Mystery Wall tabloid - but please shut up now." Harry couldn't help but raise the volume. "Where did I say? Oh, thank you, Professor Hermione - Professor Hepp has made a lot of renovations to the secret room. The entrance before had to be opened with a Snake-Architecture, but now there is a second method."

He raised an arm, and more than a dozen magic symbols flew and condensed into a glowing key. Then, they shook their feet. The faucet above the sink facing Harry emitted a dazzling white light, and then the pool was completely sunk, and a thick water pipe appeared on the ground.

Everyone was amazed.

"You guys followed here into the secret room and killed the basil monster?" asked Parvati Pettier in amazement. She was wearing her long ponytail today, just like her twin sister. Parvati's hair was swaying around, spinning between Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Yes," said Harry.

"Can we learn this magic sequence?" Anthony Goldstein asked cleverly, "this way you don't have to open the door every time."

"Yes," Harry nodded, "this is also the professor's intention. Ron--you are the first one, leading the way in front, I will stay for the last."

Ron took a deep breath and stood on the edge of the thick water pipe. Myrtle floated across from him with interest, lying in the air and staring at Ron's face.

"I still remember the first time you jumped down," she said sadly. "You were shorter than me at that time, and now you are one head taller than me."

"It's not just about the change." Ron pushed her and jumped down, but the facts were different from what he thought. Because of the effect of the magic circle on his body, he disappeared in slow motion in front of everyone. Several heads couldn't wait to go to the entrance of the cave and looked down, and there was a black and dirty place below.

After a few seconds, Ron's muffled voice came.

"Oh--no danger, except for a little darkness, I used lighting techniques-wow! I felt like a mouse drilling holes, well, I mean--this feeling is wonderful, and you can fly far away with a light force, like gliding--"

Everyone looked at each other. Harry shrugged and said, "You have heard it too. You can treat this as the first project of the secret room playground."

The club members went down one by one, and Luna waved at Harry, "Thank you, we really need some happiness now." Harry didn't say anything, and when the abandoned girl's bathroom was left with him and Myrtle, Harry whispered:

"Of course we need happiness, but we also need a war shelter." He looked up at a corner of the bathroom ceiling. "You should think so, Professor Hayp?"

...

"That's what I really think."

"I discovered early on that the secret room is a natural shelter several kilometers underground in the school. Once a danger occurs, students can go there to hide. I also hid a fireplace in the interior of the statue of Salazar Slytherin - ready for any eventuality. Even if it is not used for Grindelwald, it will be extended to dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of years, and it will always be used."

In Professor McGonagall's office, Felix nodded.

A mirror with water waves in the air disappeared, and Professor McGonagall stared at the air in absurdly, "He discovered--maybe Albus is right, Porter does have great potential."

"He defeated Voldemort. Even though Voldemort was extremely weak at the time, he did, which is an indisputable fact." Felix said: "In addition, he is very popular in the school, and there are editors of the "Mystery Wall" tabloid in the team, and the founders of multiple school clubs... I believe that in an afternoon, news about the underground playground will spread throughout the school."

"It's very prescient, Felix. I'll let the presidents of the Boys and Women's Student Unions cooperate with the predecessors," said Professor McGonagall, sighing. "The situation has become strange again. The words of the Saint this morning made me worry that Grindelwald will target the school. There are still the last few days off, and we must keep the students safe." Her last sentence was firm.

"Well, I have handed over that person to Amelia. She should be discussing with Babajid Abakind at this moment, hoping for a good result." Felix said: "In the last meeting vote, the Ministry of Magic of twelve countries agreed to send people, and this Auror team is under the rule of Amelia. Now Amelia has come up with new conclusive evidence, and the number of Ministry of Magic that agree to join the coalition will increase again."

"How many Aurors and hitters are going to send?" Professor McGonagall asked curiously.

"one third."

Professor McGonagall frowned, "There are less than fifty people to say so. The saint said that Grindelwald now has nearly six or seven hundred people. Although these people are old, they are not bad at all. They were once the most loyal Grindelwald. If these people spread out and recruit wizards who are dissatisfied with the current situation in the magic world, this number may immediately expand by more than ten times."

Felix stroked his chin and said:

"There is no way. In order to prevent the situation you mentioned, the Ministry of Magic of various countries must also leave enough manpower and reaction time. For the people of the International Wizards' Federation, the most important thing now is to establish a smooth and stable communication channel. Some of Dumbledore's previous practices are very reference-based, and..."

He stopped talking, and the fireplace suddenly burned, and Ms. Bones walked out of it in dust.

"How is the situation?" Professor McGonagall asked seriously.

"It has some effect," Ms. Bones said tiredly, "but Abakind refused to place the Aurors in England. Instead, he hoped that I would convince you to join the coalition and be his deputy." She glanced at Felix.

"At present, no one is sure how strong Grindelwald's strength has recovered. If we follow the test results given by the therapist of the International Joint Wizard Association before, Grindelwald is now a little stronger than the elite Auror at most, but it is also limited in strength, but if he completely restores his level to that year..."

A meaningful light flashed in her eyes.

Then Felix Hepp must not leave easily. Only in the most turbulent time will people realize what it means to have a wizard like Dumbledore or Felix.

"I won't leave school at this time." Felix frowned, "I'm not sure about Grindelwald's true intentions at this time, but you can tell Abakind that I will take some action by the end of the semester - don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in leading a army of wizards with complex components. I believe that political disputes here will definitely take most of the energy. I will try to pull Grindelwald out and find opportunities to talk to him. The best result is of course to convince him that the secondary goal is to figure out his intentions - or fight and find out his strength. I always feel that he is too anxious and he shouldn't be so anxious."

"Okay, I'll go and pass the message." Bones sighed and said, "To be honest, I only realized now that Voldemort seemed uh, compared to the pressure brought by Grindelwald, Voldemort seemed uh...at least you and Dumbledore could completely suppress Voldemort at that time, and the Aurors and the Order of the Phoenix also had an absolute advantage over the Death Eaters, but now Grindelwald's power in his hands is three times more powerful than the British Ministry of Magic, and this is just the backbone force that is most loyal to him. They can pick out one of them who can summon dozens or hundreds of people..."

"...If all these people are used to target a certain country, it will definitely be a huge disaster." She seemed to imagine that scene and couldn't help but shivering. "Can't contact Dumbledore yet?" she asked expectantly.

Felix and Professor McGonagall looked at each other slowly and shook their heads.

"There is no need to be so pessimistic, Amelia," Felix said. "Have you ever thought about why Grindelwald prioritized the gathering of these backbone forces? According to the saint, Grindelwald even took the form of a flame contract... He had never done that back then."

"You mean he lacks confidence?" Ms. Bones said immediately alertly.

Felix nodded seriously.

"Grindelwald has two ways: violent confrontation and verbal instinct. If he chooses the former, he will be labeled as a black wizard by the Ministry of Magic of various countries. His past crimes will be drawn out and magnified ten times. Don't forget that there is no sign of collapse of the existing order. As long as he can be strictly guarded for a few months, the situation will be very different at that time."

"If he chose the latter - half a century has passed, even if his speech was charming and his slogans were deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, how many people are left now are there to be loyal to him? His era is over. Let's see, there will not be too many people in the new generation who are willing to follow him - those young people may have never heard of his name, and even if they have heard of it, they are notorious. The only thing to worry about is that he is desperate to take advantage of it!"

...

Grindelwald and Vita Rozier stood on the exquisite steps and knocked on the door. After waiting, he said casually:

"There is no need for too many people to be loyal to me. As long as you can gather enough reputation and scare those law enforcement officers, it is enough. Do dozens of magic ministries argue with each other. Does Aba Jinde have enough prestige to pinch the power of these people together? I am not the me back then, but Aba Jinde is not Dumbledore back then."

"Believe me, Vita, as long as we don't take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative to war by wizards."

Grindelwald smiled sarcastically.

"But his identity is indeed useful, at least enough to be fooled, so we are here."

As the footsteps approached, a woman dressed in servant opened the door. She leaned against the door and looked at the two of them in confusion, "Hello, who are you looking for?"

"We are looking for Mr. Babajid Abakind," said Vita Rozier.

"But--Mr. Aba Jinde said he would not see a guest. Do you have an appointment?" asked the maid.

"It's an emergency official service, and it's related to Mr. Abakinder's biggest trouble at the moment," said Grindelwald. "I've told the guards here, Grove, right? A very dedicated young man."

The maid's eyes crossed their shoulders and looked across the road, and a young man nodded to this side at the entrance of the alley.

"Oh," she let the door open, "Please come in, I'll call him--Mr. Aba Jinde didn't sleep for dozens of hours--had been in the meeting, and had just lay down for a while."

Grindelwald and Vita Rozier were introduced into the living room. Grindelwald sat on a beautiful and comfortable chair, calmly took out a book from his pocket and read it intently.

"Collected Story of Poetry and Anglobe"?

The maid looked at the broken cover in scrutiny and could see that its owner had definitely looked through it frequently, with several letters peeling off. Although it was a bit strange, her vigilance did weaken a lot.
Chapter completed!