Her smile was the real magic to him.
Aside from his beloved magical creatures, Newt Scamander had never found anyone who brought him as much joy as Davina Dumbledore.
The two had first met during their first year at Hogwarts. As fellow Hufflepuffs...
The dark wizard strode up the stairs, his steps deliberate. When he reached the fallen woman, he knelt beside her with surprising tenderness, his fingers gently combing through her red hair. For a fleeting moment, there was a look of sorrow in his eyes.
Closing his eyes for a brief second, the room fell utterly silent.
"Take this young warrior back to her family," Grindelwald murmured, his voice soft but commanding. He stood, walking back toward the stairs with the same chilling grace.
"Disapparate. Leave. Go forth and spread the word," he ordered his followers, his voice rising once more. "It is not we who are violent."
His words hung in the air like a curse.
As Grindelwald retreated, Davina leaned closer to Theseus, her voice barely above a whisper.
"What's the plan?"
Theseus looked down at her, confusion etched on his face. Davina raised an eyebrow in disbelief, her gaze unwavering.
"You come here. Kill one of his followers and don't have a plan?" Davina's voice was laced with sarcasm, a quiet whisper meant to avoid drawing any more attention to them.
Davina's eyes narrowing as Grindelwald's followers surged into the air, vanishing in a thick cloud of black smoke.
The room seemed to empty before her very eyes, the sound of fading footsteps echoing through the now almost deserted stadium.
Grindelwald remained, his figure a dark silhouette as he descended the stairs slowly, his gaze following his departing followers.
He stood in the center of the room, watching them leave with an unsettling calm. The tension in the air was palpable, and yet, he appeared unfazed by the chaos he had just unleashed.
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Theseus took a step forward, his eyes locked on Grindelwald, now standing alone in the center of the room.
"What are you doing?" Davina's voice was low and serious, a warning in her tone as she grabbed his arm, pulling him back.
"Let's take him!" Theseus commanded his aurors, his voice filled with urgency. But Davina's eyes widened in alarm.
"No," she said quickly, her voice firm. "Even if we were twice as many, there's no chance of taking down Grindelwald. Not like this."
