The fourth and final part of my Fourth Year AU fic!

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Warnings: Fem! MOD! Neutral/Dark! Harry, Time Travelling (of three characters), very AU. Not to be taken seriously.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Anything not found or found to be different in Harry Potter Wiki, Pottermore or in the books or movies are likely to be changed or made up by me.

Beta-read by: Miso_sleepy

Scintillare (Part Four)

Hadria had studied rituals before, but there were many types of rituals from all over the world for many different purposes, and followed different rules and theories. However, she had not come across the ritual that Voldemort used in combination with the Regeneration Potion brewed, and suspected it might be something he came up with himself.

However, there were many other rituals in Necromancy that involved blood and flesh and life and death. Hadria didn't have to do much calculation to figure out that if they were trying to create a living and functional human body, there were two things that definitely should not be involved:

The first, corpses, the already-dead. The only corpse that could be the exception was the corpse of the soul the body is for, but even then, you're more likely to create something akin to Inferi. Now, death was another matter, that is, death which happened during the ritual.

The second, the material of any creature whose characteristics you do not wish to include. Useful materials included unicorn blood, phoenix tears, anything that could contribute magical (and/or healing) power. Of course, if not handled carefully, you might still obtain something cursed instead.

In other words, randomly throwing in the corpses of any creature that happened to die in the graveyard was one of the worst things Hadria could think of doing to mess it all up.

The figure that emerged from the cauldron was not something Hadria wished to see again. As it was, she wished she knew a spell to clean her eyes. And wipe her memory.

On one hand, it was not entirely bald. That was probably an improvement. Probably. It also had a nose. A small twitchy one. Another improvement. Probably.

On the other hand, it also had extra segmented limbs that grew from its ribs and sides and ended in stumpy claws. There was also a mess of feathers which Hadria thought might be a tail. There was even a pair of wet feeble wings that looked like they belonged to a newly-moulted insect, but they fell off soon after.

Termites , Hadria thought, because they were the only insects she knew whose wings fell off that easily.

There were also a number of other non-human traits, like the way his legs bent, favouring four-legged locomotion rather than bipedal movement, and the shape of his head which was more like a snout. Worst of all was probably the state of his skin. The parts that were covered in scales, fur or feathers looked raw and discoloured… and likely to sprout mushrooms.

Wormtail looked utterly terrified, face distorted like he didn't know what expression to make.

And then the figure spoke in a voice that sounded like it came out of a throat made of glass and sandpaper. Hadria couldn't tell what it was that he said, but Wormtail actually squeaked and stumbled backwards.

([][][][]), came a sibilant voice that wasn't Vasilías's.

Hadria turned to find her Basilisk approaching them, with Nagini close behind.

(I thought we agreed to knock her out?)Hadria muttered.

(I tried to headbutt her, but she only fainted for a bit and my head hurts,)said Vasilías sulkily. (Anyway, we managed to talk it out.)

(Vasilías has agreed to introduce me to Her Royal Highness, the great Anassa,)Nagini piped up.

Hadria blinked. Then thought that it wasn't so surprising that Slytherin's Basilisk had fans in the serpent kingdom. But if Nagini were to follow them back to Hogwarts, it would be a great opportunity to introduce her to Tom. He hasn't touched any corner of Voldemort's territory yet, preferring to form his own following first, but it was only a matter of time.

They turned their attention back to Voldemort and Wormtail.

(After taking my venom for so long, why does he look like… prey?)Nagini lamented.

Hadria recalled the snake-like appearance that Voldemort had in her previous life, then admitted, (That's probably my fault.)

Nagini shot her a look of disdain. Hadria ignored her and muttered under her breath as she flicked her wand. Vines erupted from the ground below Wormtail and Voldemort, and with Wormtail's reaction slowed by terror and Voldemort disadvantaged by his non-humanoid limbs, they were securely wrapped up in vines like a pair of dumplings.

Then she Stunned them both for good measure. No doubt Wormtail would turn into a rat and escape if he could.

I think it turned out pretty well for me, she commented.

There was a short stretch of silence before Tom replied.

Barty Crouch is no longer on the Map.

Hadria was rendered speechless for a moment, but knew it was useless to ask him why he didn't try to stop Barty when he definitely had the chance to. Despite taking every opportunity to rub his resemblance in Dumbledore's face, the bastard wouldn't lift a finger if it would compromise his current "low-profile" identity as a genius Durmstrang student. Besides, she didn't know if he had received any images of his counterpart's appearance from her mind but if he did, he was even less likely to be helpful.

And then there was a sound like the soft whistling of wind, and a figure appeared in the graveyard.

Hadria stared at the undisguised Barty Crouch Jr, and he stared back at her. And the unconscious Wormtail bundled in vines. And the unconscious Voldemort bound similarly in vines to the cauldron he was still in. And the snake watching everything with great interest and some measure of concern. And Vasilías, who was even larger than Nagini.

" Cru —"

" Depulso! " Hadria quickly reacted, sending Vasilías flying into Barty's face.

It should be noted that Vasilías, though not yet restored to his full size, was far larger than when Hadria was using him as a scarf. And far heavier too.

They collapsed with a yell of protest from Barty, and there was a tangle of limbs and angry giant snake.

(Oh, it's Snack,)said Nagini cheerfully. For a moment, Hadria wondered if that meant Barty often fed her snacks or if Barty himself was a potential snack. Or possibly both.

And just when Hadria thought she had the situation under her control again—should she have just thrown Vasilías at Wormtail from the start? But then she had to admit that meddling with the ritual was a great temptation for her—there was a soft pop, like something in the air giving way, and—

Gellert was standing there, dressed in his travelling robes, blonde hair windswept, his expression carved from ice.

Tom, when did Gellert come back?

There was a chuckle full of schadenfreude, and Tom said, Back when you were still thinking about messing up the ritual.

At this point, Barty Crouch Jr was still struggling to remove Vasilías from his person. However, a Basilisk's hide, like the hide of a Dragon, was very resistant to magic. Hadria's ability to use magic on Vasilías was only a result of their familiar bond. Barty, it seemed, had yet to figure out that the serpent's only weak point was it's eyes. And the inside of its mouth.

Perhaps Hadria should have expected it when the man's struggles ended with a burst of green light. Once Vasilías noticed that his 'prey' had gone limp, he headbutted the body a couple more times out of annoyance before he released him, and slithered back to Hadria's side.

"Uh, hey, you didn't kill him, did you?" Hadria asked tentatively as she picked up the Basilisk, and then the other snake too, when Nagini asked for it. It hadn't felt like the Killing Curse—it wasn't as if spells actually had a feeling when casted but the Killing Curse was an exception to those sensitive enough—but considering the situation and the people involved, it was still quite likely.

Gellert's wand remained outstretched, and he turned wintry eyes upon her. He appeared to give her a once-over, then his gaze stayed on her arm—the still-bleeding one.

I'm grounded, Hadria wailed.

You don't say , came Tom's dry reply.

Aloud, Hadria said with a bright smile that twitched at the corners, "Hello Gerwald, fancy seeing you here."

Gellert, it appeared, wasn't in the mood for exchanging pleasantries, or any words at all. She watched as he stalked over on long legs, travelling cloak flapping in a way reminiscent of Snape's dramatic robes. When he grabbed her arm, his expression was still ice-carved and harsh, but his hands were warm.

(Years ago, his anger had been terrifying. But back then, even when their relationship was still new, and she had just brought a bookshelf down and ruined some of his very delicate and priceless books, and his aura had been so horrifyingly cold it could reduce an adult into a whimpering mess, she remembered he had still been very gentle.

It was one of the reasons she continued to try his patience and challenge the limits of his tolerance, to see how far she could go before he actually threw her out. Or killed her. He never did.)

"It's just a cut," she said, having decided to speak because he wasn't. "And I thought of faking it. Like those actors who use a blood bag for their fake injuries. But I didn't have enough time to transfigure some fake blood and fake skin and glamour it to look seamless with my real arm. Alternatively, I could have just cast a Confundus charm to make him think he cut me when he didn't, but that's too tricky and if—"

Something sticky was magically pasted over her mouth, which felt suspiciously like duct tape or its equivalent. Now silenced, she watched as he cleaned off the blood and healed the gash on her arm, before repairing her sleeve too.

Once he was done, Gellert turned to the two figures wrapped up in vines. Hadria tried to tear off the tape on her mouth but it seemed stronger than even duct tape, so she could only grab his sleeve and used her hands to express "Worm", "Tail", "Fly" and "Death" to him.

Wormtail was actually pretty recognisable. After all, Gellert had seen him before. However, the thing that Voldemort became would probably be unfamiliar to even Bellatrix. She wasn't even sure if Barty had recognised the Dark Wizard or just inferred his identity with context.

Gellert took a closer look at the features visible through the vines and visibly froze for a second. Then he pulled out his trunk from his pocket, changed it back to its original size, fiddled with the settings before opening it to the extra room-compartment. He promptly Levitated both vine-wrapped dumplings into the trunk, along with Barty Crouch Jr, closed the trunk and picked it up with one hand. Not wasting any time, he grabbed her elbow with the other hand, and they were gone in a swirl of robes.

While Hadria was recovering from a number of things, including Gellert's efficiency and Apparation-typical vertigo, she was handed over to Madam Pomfrey for a check-up.

There were a number of tents set up by the Quidditch pitch, now lacking a maze, which seemed to have been very neatly razed to the ground—one could see the scorch marks of where the hedges had been, in very clean and defined lines. There were Aurors bustling about a few of these tents, while Madam Pomfrey and her patients occupied another tent. Said patients immediately crowded around her when she was brought in—Fleur, carrying a large ball of fluff, and Cedric, who had a cup of hot tea in his hands, which she observed were trembling slightly.

"Oh thank Merlin you're alive and well," said Cedric, speaking over Fleur who was hugging her as she sobbed French into her shoulder—after removing the two limp and out-of-it snakes from her neck, that is. He looked terrible, positively haggard, as if he'd been the one stuck in a godforsaken graveyard with half-mad Dark wizards instead of her. Neither of them seemed to notice or chose to selectively ignore the fact that she had returned with one more snake than she previously had.

"Your Housemates would never forgive me if you'd been maimed or killed. Hell, I would never forgive myself if that had happened. And I think your guardian would've killed me. If Zabini didn't arrange for my death first."

As if to prove his point, at that moment, Hadria sensed a wave of magical aura like a blast of frigid arctic wind. And judging by the faces of the rest of them, they had felt it too. Madam Pomfrey shuddered, then shrugged it off like she was used to ignoring angry powerful wizards.

"Come on now, let's have a look to see what you've harvested this time," she said to Hadria, making her sit in a chair before casting a few diagnostic charms. Hadria wasn't really harmed in any way though, aside from a few minor scratches and bruises, and that one gash on her arm which Gellert had already healed, so in the end, she was merely given a Calming Draught and a blanket, and told to rest.

Hadria didn't think either was necessary- she wasn't in shock or anything, though she did feel a little tired now that some of the adrenaline had worn off. But it was nothing a good night's sleep couldn't fix, and there were more pressing matters at the moment. Like her guardian.

The moment Madam Pomfrey left to speak to the Professors, Hadria followed her half a beat later. Leaving the tent, she noticed more details which she had missed in the flurry of her arrival earlier.

Cedric's and Fleur's parents were speaking with some Aurors, but Viktor and his parents were nowhere to be seen. Karkaroff was also missing from the scene, while Madam Maxime was with Fleur's parents. Most of the students were still seated in the stands, mostly huddled in groups, with a couple of Professors making rounds among them. There appeared to be some parents among them—she could see more redheads than the school should have, and there was also the unmistakable white-blond of the Malfoy family. Almost everyone that wasn't preoccupied with their own business- like the Aurors, were focused on the most eye-catching commotion at the scene.

Gellert stood before Dumbledore, a trunk by his side, and three unconscious wizards dumped unceremoniously on the ground between them. There were a few Aurors, including Amelia Bones herself, standing beside them.

Hadria took one second to marvel at their confrontation— it was the Grindelwald vs Dumbledore, the Sequel! Well, not quite, but in essence, that was what was happening right now, even though Gellert had his usual Unfamiliar Charm in place, so she wasn't sure if Dumbledore recognised him for who he was.

She doubted it though, since if he did, he wouldn't be trying to appease Gellert like he were an irate parent who just happened to be rich and powerful… And bore enough resemblance to Grindelwald to be a distant relative, which didn't actually count for much in the Wizarding world where pretty much every Pureblood or Halfblood of a country were entangled with one another in a messy family net.

"Safest place? Do we share the same definition of the word 'safe'?" Gellert was saying, words sharp and biting, the first words she had heard him speak since… the start of the school year actually. "First year—the safety barriers of the Quidditch stands she's at just happens to give way and she nearly dies. Then she's sent to investigate an unknown Dark Creature in your Forbidden Forest drinking unicorn blood. For Detention. Let's not forget the Cerberus. Which you kept in a school full of students. Children . I don't know if being a Headmaster means you don't have much experience with children, but any parent or Professor could tell you that if you tell a child not to do something, there's a 75% chance of them doing it anyway, even if you tell them it will be painful or deadly. So don't tell me you forbade them from venturing into a dangerous area. You should have forbidden them, and then made sure it was beyond their capabilities to even step a foot in. This is just First Year . Oh, I was certain I forgot something—the fact that a Professor just died from an unknown illness which made it necessary for you to cremate him."

Hadria took another second to marvel at how Dumbledore was still trying to cut in with placations, only to fail because Gellert wasn't allowing him to get a word in. And then one more second to amuse herself with the thought of how much more impactful this speech would be if she had a confrontation with Quirrellmort as she had in her previous life.

Madam Bones didn't even try to interrupt, and appeared to be listening to Gellert with great relish. No doubt Susan had regaled her with all the happenings at Hogwarts when she could—real facts, gossip, conspiracy theories and all. And she was now finding satisfaction in having her complaints being expressed once again by a fellow upset guardian. The other aurors didn't seem to have the guts to do anything but watch on mutely.

"You've gone and done it again, haven't you, Potter?" came a familiar silky voice.

Hadria turned to find that Snape had quietly come up to her when she hadn't been paying attention.

"Is the glory of being a Champion insufficient for one such as you?" He continued, lips curling into a sneer. "Do you realise how much trouble you've caused? What a mess this has become? Are you a Slytherin or a Gryffindor?"

Hadria waited, because she was familiar with this particular brand of criticism by now. It was only a matter of time before—

"You're not a cat, Potter . And even cats don't have nine lives. How much idiocy must you have to send Diggory, a sixth-year and an adult , back, while leaving yourself behind? That's not heroism, that's foolishness and poorly executed planning."

She personally thought that Snape couldn't say a word of concern without insulting the other party simultaneously. But she suspected it was because concern was a very stressful thing for Snape, and he had to express his displeasure about having to be concerned in this manner.

So she smiled when he was done scolding her, and said, all sweet and polite, and maybe a little sheepish, "Thank you, Professor. I'll try to remember that next time—"

Except it didn't work very well, because Snape cut her off with a long, tired stare that made him look like he was a hair's breadth away from hexing her, everyone else around them and then himself, before he evidently had enough of her for the day and swept off, muttering to himself, "'Next time', she says. 10 points from Slytherin."

After he was gone, Hadria glanced once more in Gellert's direction. He appeared to have had enough with the Headmaster because he was now ignoring Dumbledore who was trying to explain their school's security and his choice of actions in his usual I-know-what's-best way, and was instead conversing in a curt but polite tone with Madam Bones.

Hadria wasn't about to remind Gellert about her own transgressions so soon, so she decided that it would be better to find her friends first. As the Malfoys were the easiest to spot, she quickly made her way through the stands, past students who whispered not-very-discreetly among themselves as they stared at her.

It appeared, as she drew closer, that aside from Ginny and the Twins, the rest of her friends, and easily a third of her Slytherin housemates were with the Malfoys. And Lucius Malfoy had one hand gripping Draco's shoulder with a stern look, which she suspected was the only thing keeping him from running over and accosting her the moment she returned with Gellert.

Hermione was the first to tackle her into a hug, and judging by the constipated look on Draco's too-pale face she saw over Hermione's shoulder, he very much wished to do the same even though he couldn't. At least, not in front of his parents.

"I should've known," Pansy declared as she peeled Hermione off her none-too-gently. "You couldn't possibly just disappear for any stretch of time without returning perfectly fine. And with an addition to your list of creature friends. Please tell me that's not another Basilisk."

Hadria noted, with some amusement, that her voice shook ever so slightly, though she appeared unaffected by her impromptu and somewhat alarming absence. Even Blaise had an uncharacteristic slight frown between his brows that had yet to fade.

"This, is Nagini," Hadria said as she unwrapped the confused snake and raised her up for everyone to get a good look. "She's here as a visitor. She's a fan of Anassa."

"And who is Anassa?" Narcissa asked, looking at the large snake with some curiosity, before turning to Draco.

"Uh," said Draco eloquently. "A large snake? That lives in the school?"

"So, what happened to you?" Neville asked before they strayed away from the main topic everyone else wanted to know about. He had a large garden spade in his hands, which he appeared to be repeatedly testing the weight of… as if it were a weapon.

Hadria decided to ask about it later, and summarised her experience after touching the Portkey.

"That's Voldemort over there," she said casually, as she pointed to the misshapen humanoid dumpling that was still lying on the ground near Gellert.

Every Slytherin, present and alumni, stared at her, then at the strange creatures she called the Dark Lord, then back at her again. In fact, they've been looking at her like she had killed Voldemort again, and this time, committed the murder with her bare hands, ever since she started regaling about how she had messed with the ritual. Lucius Malfoy looked as if he were about to faint.

"I guess I won't be needing this then," said Neville, as he put down the spade. "Or will I?"

"Longbottom, please," said a Slytherin weakly. Now Hadria really wanted to know what the spade was for.

As if sensing her query, Blaise leaned in and quietly said to her, "He's been wielding that spade ever since Diggory returned and informed everyone that you were trapped in a graveyard with a probably hostile wizard. No one knows where he got it from, but he raises it every time Diggory comes over to update us on what's going on with the Aurors. We suspect that if Diggory returns to tell us you're maimed or dead, that spade's going to greet his head. Or neck."

Hadria decided she should have a talk with Neville later about his loyalty, though touching it may be.

"Your guardian is simply… marvelous," said Pansy with a moonstruck look on her face, when they turned their attention from the trussed-up wizards to the former Dark Lord who was admittedly, behaving very Dark-Lord-y at the moment, since he was still sending out waves of cold fury that everyone could physically feel, despite the fact that he was currently engaged in polite conversation with Madam Bones.

"Oh yeah, how did he find me?" Hadria asked. "Does anyone know?"

"Yes, we saw it all," Pansy offered with more enthusiasm than was probably warranted. "He swept in like a storm. Like Professor Snape, but way cooler. Went straight to Dumbledore and the organisers and demanded to know why you were involved in the Tournament. And then he found out about you being missing and possibly stuck in a death trap. He looked so close to cursing Dumbledore to hell and back that it was breathtaking . And then he just grabbed the Cup from the Aurors, fiddled with it for some time with such concentration and murderous intent that none of the Aurors dared to protest, and then he went to look for Rätsel for something, before he Apparated away. Five minutes later, he's back with you."

"You should've seen the Aurors' faces—granted, they might not have specialised in Portkeys and their associated magics, but to have been shown up this badly by an unemployed wizarding guardian without some prestigious background or ancestry…" Draco smirked. "Doesn't happen everyday, you know."

"It goes to show that you should never neglect your studies," Narcissa cut in sternly. "I expect you not to end up making the same mistakes they did."

Chastised, Draco sheepishly muttered, "Yes, Mother."

"So, where's Tomas?" she asked in the awkward silence that followed after.

It should be said that with the presence of the adult Malfoys, it wasn't very fun. It wasn't just because they were Malfoys, though that certainly played a factor, but parents , in general, tend to make hanging out with friends a little… restrictive.

So Hadria escaped, and went to hunt down Tom instead. When she found him, she saw him seated lazily under a tree, some distance away from the pitch and stands, with Viktor attempting ballet in front of him. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Viktor was attempting not to do ballet in front of him. Hadria promptly decided not to add to her Bulgarian friend's embarrassment and left them to it.

After all, Gellert didn't seem to be calming down anytime soon, judging by the magical chill that still permeated the air despite it being early summer, and no one seemed capable of doing so, which meant that it was ultimately up to her to save the day… even though she was largely the reason for his fury.

Later, Voldemort, Wormtail and Barty Crouch Jr. got taken away by the Aurors who received very stern warnings not to just shut them in Azkaban or give them the Dementor's Kiss-specifically, Madam Bones was charged to make sure the wizards were kept in cells as highly warded and guarded as a Gringotts vault—and the whole fiasco was resolved, involving a lot of placating of other upset parents and one foreign Headmistress, as well as trying to manage the increasingly wild headlines the reporters were coming up with.

Alastor Moody—the real one—was found the day after, when they interrogated Barty Crouch Jr with Veritaserum. He was the first to be dosed with the Truth Potion, because despite being fully-trained Dark Wizard hunters, they all had some reservations dealing with a less-than-human Voldemort, and they could already guess how Peter Pettigrew got involved. What they didn't know was how Crouch Jr was still alive, how he escaped, and how he was involved in the whole thing.

Of course, when they found that he had been masquerading as a Hogwarts Professor right under Dumbledore's nose, it only served to prove the point of Gerwald Grinsen, who had made many remarks against Dumbledore's competency as Headmaster.

(There was also some irony to be found—known only to Hadria—in Crouch Jr waking up from what seemed like the Killing Curse, when the man himself had once taught them that they could shoot such a curse at him and without the necessary will and hatred, it wouldn't work, he would still live. Hadria also knew that Gellert wasn't lacking on that front, so she didn't know why he didn't kill Crouch Jr, but it was a good thing regardless, so she wasn't going to think too much about it.)

Hadria and Cedric were both hailed as Champions, and they split the winnings 3-2. Hadria initially felt that they should have half each, but Cedric insisted she get a bigger share because of the happenings that night, said that his conscience wouldn't allow him to take more when he'd left her alone to face Voldemort alone, even though it had been unintentional and he hadn't known who she would be facing at the time.

He would have had her take three-quarters of the prize money if she hadn't also threatened to use a Permanent Sticking Charm to paste all one thousand coins onto his person.

So Hadria took her share of 600 galleons, and as planned, kept a hundred of them before distributing the remaining five hundred to her friends, including Theodore Nott, who had unconsciously become increasingly involved in the chaos that was her circle of friends.

(She would deny, if asked, that she had included Theodore into the distribution because it was easier to divide 500 by 10 as opposed to 9).

There was still a great deal to clean up, especially on the political front, but Hadria wasn't particularly keen on getting involved unless absolutely necessary, so for now, it was something she was leaving the adults and some of her Slytherin housemates to deal with.

As for Nagini, after she got her lifelong wish to chat with Anassa, the Hogwarts Basilisk, she ended up following Tom after she found out that he was a Speaker too, and smelled the same as the Dark Lord she used to accompany, but better. Thankfully, Dumbledore was too busy handling the fall out of everything else to notice this.

"Look, Gerwald," she pressed, some time later. "I'm perfectly fine. Alive and kicking. Hale and hearty."

"Look, Hadria," said Gellert, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's 3 in the morning. Go to sleep."

"And on the bright side, we got Voldemort arrested! How many people can claim to do that? We're heroes!" Hadria continued blithely, ignoring his displeasure.

"And if you don't shut up and go to bed in the next ten seconds, I'll be able to add to the list. After all, not many people can claim to have murdered the Savior of the Wizarding World," came Gellert's reply as he rubbed his eyes and drew his wand.

Hadria spluttered. "But you can't do that, you're a hero now!"

Exit Hadria, pursued by a maybe-not-so-former Dark Lord.

Some notes for clarification

About Portkeys:

I headcanon that a witch or wizard could, if they knew how to, find out the destination set for a Portkey, both before and after it is used. The Portkey spell would comprise two components—an action and a set of coordinates. The teleportation itself, and the destination of said teleportation. And the destination keyed into the object with magic would thus leave an imprint behind even after the Portkey has been used, unless its "records" are magically wiped after.

About Gellert:

For anyone curious about the bookshelf incident, I've actually sort of mentioned it before, in Psithurism. But it's not that important (I think) in the grand scheme of things so I never thought of writing about it in the main fic. Feel free to check out Psithurism if you haven't.

As for Gellert's appearance at the end of the Third Task, let's just say that on his way home, having just returned to habitable Europe, he was alerted by a parent (probably Narcissa, who heard it from Draco, after Cedric returned from the graveyard), thus his timely arrival.

The Unfamiliar Charm is something I made up. I realised I have never mentioned such a thing before but it will also come up sooner or later in the main fic. It can be assumed that he has it activated all the time, and it works similarly to the Confundus Charm. It's a charm that alters the viewer's perception of him, such that they see his blonde-hair-blue-eyes-young-Grindelwald-face and do not think yeah that's a young Grindelwald.

Admittedly, there are few wizards that would recognise him, but his ward is a student of the only very important wizard that could recognise him, hence this necessity. At most, people who do know what young Grindelwald looks like would think, yeah I can see some family resemblance, so they're probably distantly related, but not any further than that.

So, we come to the end of a very strange fourth year. I hope you guys enjoyed the ride XD See ya next time!

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