Gellert Grindelwald.

Perhaps in most families in the European magical world, this name represents modern magical history.

But for the British gentlemen and ladies living on the other side of the English Channel, Gellert Grindelwald? Dark Lord?

Sorry, not familiar at all.

In the eyes of most British wizards, he's just a small monster that Dumbledore defeated.

In fact, long ago, Elena had specifically arranged for the risk control specialists at Gringotts to conduct background checks.

Just as Elena had expected, there was no intersection between Hermione, Hannah, Luna, and Grindelwald within three generations of their families.

Hermione was Muggle-born, and her parents were well-known doctors in London; although Hannah's family was one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, most British pure-bloods did not participate in Grindelwald's ranks at that time; Luna's side was even safer, with the Lovegood couple being reclusive and moderately socially anxious individuals.

Judging from the reactions of the three little witches, the Gringotts risk control specialists' bonus for this quarter was secured.

"I seem to have seen this name in a book..."

Hermione frowned slightly, searching her memory for the name, "He seems to be... a very powerful dark wizard? The most dangerous dark wizard recognized before Voldemort. He started a war in the European magical world, and it is said that many people died, and he was finally defeated by Professor Dumbledore himself."

"Well, that's roughly it, but Grandpa is very different from Tom Riddle—"

Elena curled her lips, saying with a look of disgust.

If it weren't for the fact that the number "two" was not very pleasant, she would even consider expelling Voldemort from the "magic register."

"He's your... grandfather?! Aren't you an orphan?!"

"Yeah, just recently recognized grandpa, didn't you know?"

"..."

Casually explaining, Elena pointed to *The Quibbler* on the table.

"...I mean, that pen name I usually use to review manuscripts and publish articles."

In that magazine, at least two or three manuscripts per issue had "Theresa Apocalypse" listed in the "corresponding author" column.

As for the origin of this pen name, Hermione had asked about it once before, but Elena had fooled her at the time. Now that she was revealing it directly, there wasn't much surprise—the Apocalypse family adopting Elena during the summer was not a secret among the girls.

"Elena Grindelwald is too ugly, Gellert Caslana is much better."

Elena glanced at Hermione, who was hesitating to speak, anticipated the little beaver's question, and quickly replied.

"I'm not lying this time, he wasn't my grandpa before the summer. As for the previous ones, it was more that the old guy took the initiative to cling to relatives, and I came up with the surname and name. If you are interested, I can help you get some new identities—"

"Eh? New identities?" Hannah curiously interjected.

"Yeah, for example, Hannah Apocalypse, or Hermione Caslana, Luna Zaychik..."

"Zaychik? Elena, you didn't mention that in your story before—"

Luna tilted her head and earnestly reminded her.

As for what the new identity and pen name were, Luna didn't care much.

After all, Mr. Lovegood would occasionally put on a disguise and write articles himself in order to create a thriving and enthusiastically contributing atmosphere for *The Quibbler*. If Luna remembered correctly, her father had changed at least one hundred and forty pen names so far.

"Well, yes, the Goblin Queen of Gringotts Wizarding Bank—Bronya Zaychik."

Elena replied without thinking, and a flash of inspiration suddenly crossed her mind.

She suddenly realized how to avoid the fate of the "three-way split":

Three identities, corresponding to Hermione, Hannah, and Luna.

And even more perfectly, this way, she could divide up the areas that each of them would be responsible for in the future, managing the increasingly vast and complex Dark Lord industry as her agents, and uniting at necessary moments to become the capital to contend with the carrot and potato forces.

Gringotts, Destiny Group, Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic...

The things involved in these three areas were too sensitive, and she really didn't feel comfortable entrusting them to others.

However, if it was Hermione and them, it would be fine—this was her core, direct line.

In a short moment, she analyzed and planned everything clearly.

"So—"

Elena clapped her hands lightly, tilted her head, and suggested for the second time with anticipation.

"Let's go take a bath? We can chat while we wash. How should I put it, you might not understand the complexity of all this yet."

"Is it more complicated than all the Hogwarts courses combined?"

"Well... in a sense, it's roughly the difference between copying *A History of Magic* once and ten thousand times..."

Hermione raised her eyebrows, thoughtfully nodded, and turned to look at Luna.

"What do you think?"

"Elena is very honest today, I don't think she has bad intentions."

"...Okay."

Hermione looked around the room, unbuttoned her robe and draped it on the bedside, and began to remove her alert gear.

"But we agreed, this is the last time. You're not allowed to go too far alone, and I also want to see the scenery you want to see."

"That might take a long, long time..."

"How long?"

"At least—"

Elena's eyelids trembled slightly as she looked around at the medieval-style gorgeous decorations.

"Well, at least thirty years? Maybe longer..."

Christmas of 1992 was still two weeks away.

There was still a month before the appearance of the first World Wide Web browser that could appear on a personal computer.

And the legendary "Browser War" would not begin until three years later, after which the "Information Big Bang" era would begin.

But before that, Hogwarts had entered a state of "magic-research" competition in advance. According to the research progress feedback from the "Hogwarts Institute," the first wizard-developed computer could be assembled at the latest in the month after Christmas.

Just as the ancients thousands of years ago could not understand electromagnetism, the wizards of today find it difficult to understand what will happen.

"Us. Here. The whole world."

Elena pointed around and said in a calm and determined voice.

"Hogwarts, magical knowledge, the Ministry of Magic, and our food, clothing, housing, and transportation, the gaze cast into the deep sea and the starry sky... whether it is the magical world or the non-magical world, all living habits, all perceptions of the world, will usher in a disruptive change—the world will not change, but it will usher in a new era, and the charming scenery in it is enough for us to see until the end of time..."

"Sounds pretty good?"

Hermione casually threw down her socks, stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Anyway, we have a lot of time, didn't you say we could chat while we wash? Dark Lord."

As a little witch who had just stepped into the magical world for more than a year, Hermione never hoped that she could understand everything.

From beginning to end, she only hoped that she wouldn't be left behind by the world too much, that's all.

Perhaps Elena still had many secrets, but at least from now on, they had a way to understand and catch up little by little, instead of rowing a boat on the lake in vain and confused, trying their best to chase the moonlight sprinkled on the lake as they had done before.

But...

Hermione Caslana?

"Miss Know-It-All" blinked her eyes.

It sounds awful. She doesn't want such a weird fake identity.

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