Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 469 The Dummies and the Fake Death Operation! Grindelwald's Scheme Begins!

It turned into a dummy that looked exactly like Grindelwald!

The mannequin sat slumped against the wall, its eyes listless, its appearance slovenly, old and thin, motionless yet lifelike.

His appearance was exactly the same as the one Voldemort had seen when she first entered the cell.

"Sir, are you pretending that you haven't been released from prison yet?" Voldemort saw through part of Grindelwald's thoughts.

"Yes."

As Grindelwald spoke, he continued to wave his wand, using a repair charm on the damaged cell. "We need time to gather manpower. We need to do this discreetly, without making a big fuss and letting everyone know."

Therefore, it is necessary to disguise oneself.

That's what Voldemort said.

But that wasn't all Grindelwald was thinking.

The reason Grindelwald left such a lifelike doll in Nurmengard using his own hair and beard was more to avoid breaking the promise he made to Dumbledore.

Although it's somewhat self-deceptive, the fact that his hair and beard remain here suggests that he has kept his promise and hasn't completely left Nurmengard.

Grindelwald quickly repaired the damaged cell to a near-complete state.

Voldemort also offered praise: "Sir, your magical skills are truly remarkable, and you've been incredibly thoughtful!"

"The best is yet to come!"

Upon hearing this, Grindelwald continued in an unquestionable tone, "After leaving Nurmengard, you should stage a fake death as soon as possible, and let 'Voldemort' die in front of the White Wizard Pursuers."

Then, transform your current body back to its original form.

I don't want an ugly assistant with nostrils like electrical outlet holes and a head like a bluish, rotten hard-boiled egg!

Voldemort was stunned.

The purpose of the faked death was obvious, and she immediately understood, applauding Grindelwald's brilliance.

But to restore the body to its original state...

This was not the path she had envisioned, but at first glance it seemed very feasible.

Seeing this, Grindelwald didn't give Voldemort much time to think and quickly explained with a hint of disdain:

"As you said before, 'Voldemort's' reputation is already ruined, and he won't be of any help to you or to us in winning over dark wizards from various countries."

And the Death Eaters under your command had previously accepted your explanation for the physical mutation.

In order to shift from the open to the covert, and to buy us time to secretly strengthen our power, it's entirely plausible that you would carry out another major upheaval.

Besides, you don't want to keep using someone else's identity and be an ugly, washed-up Dark Lord for the rest of your life, do you?

I foresaw what would happen in the future; you would have looked much better than you do now.

Grindelwald's words struck a chord with Voldemort.

After realizing that Voldemort's status and prestige had been severely diminished, she wanted to get rid of this grotesque appearance.

The solution offered by Grindelwald is a win-win situation, exactly what she wanted!

Moreover, Grindelwald has already seen the future, and the future is irreversible. She will definitely return to the way she was before, so why should she feel resistant?

Voldemort understood and immediately nodded in agreement: "Sir, we will do as you say!"

"Let's go! The dummy I created can last for more than half a year without any external interference. Even if we can't gather all the dark wizards in the world in half a year, it will be enough for our power to become significant."

Grindelwald took one last look at the cell where he had spent decades, then left without a second thought.

Voldemort and Amycus immediately followed.

After the three left the cell, the repaired cell door closed automatically.

On the way down from the highest level of Nurmengard.

Grindelwald asked, "You didn't kill those guards in the tower, did you?"

"Not yet, sir," Voldemort hurriedly replied. "He's temporarily being held in cells on the lower floors, under the watch of our people."

"That's good, their lives are still useful."

As Grindelwald spoke, he quickened his pace.

The Tower of Nurmengard is equipped with protective and soundproofing magic on each floor.

The twenty-odd elite Death Eaters on the lower floors had not noticed their master's screams from the top floor.

At this moment, seeing Voldemort, Amicus, and a sharp-eyed old man walking down together, they knew that their purpose had been achieved.

As for how it was achieved, they each had their own theories.

Especially when they saw the three of them walking, with Voldemort lagging behind the old man by a step, her face pale and bluish as if she had internal injuries, and her expression somewhat respectful, their imaginations ran wild.

"Open the cell door and bring those guards out to me."

Grindelwald stopped in front of the twenty-odd elite Death Eaters and issued orders without any hesitation.

The Death Eaters looked at each other, disobeying the order, and instead looked at Voldemort.

"Listen to me, sir! This is the world-renowned great wizard, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald. From now on, you must respect him as you would me, understand?"

Voldemort was pleased with her subordinates' attitude, but at this moment she could only show her displeasure and reprimand them.

"Understood," the elite Death Eaters replied in unison.

Whether they share the same sense of unity is unknown.

Soon, an elite Death Eater brought several Nurmengard wizard jailers who had been previously under his control to Grindelwald.

"Grindelwald, you...you're out?!"

The wizard jailers who regularly provided Grindelwald with food and drink stared in astonishment at Grindelwald, who now stood tall and his eyes were no longer filled with despair, and asked questions with a mixture of surprise and panic.

“I haven’t come out, nor have I left Nurmengard. For the next year, you will continue to manage my cell as usual, but you do not need to actually take care of my daily life, and you should not touch my body in the cell.”

However, the usual shopping for supplies should continue as before. The supplies purchased for me should not be used; they should be buried or thrown into the sea.

In your perception and memory, everything remains the same; I am still a decadent prisoner who consumes daily necessities as usual…

Grindelwald didn't say anything, but he waved his wand and cast long-lasting Confusion Charms, Forget Charms, and other memory spells on the wizard guards.

These words were deeply imprinted in the minds of the wizard jailers.

For the next year, these wizard jailers will act as described in these words, and their memories and perceptions will be inconsistent with reality, just as described in the words.

After Grindelwald finished casting the spell, all the wizard jailers collapsed and fell unconscious.

When they wake up, they will forget that Voldemort and the Death Eaters were ever here.