Voldemort's plan of action is simple, in his words:

"Although the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix have managed to capture the Hebrides and gain air supremacy, the overall situation of war has not changed.

The Death Eaters and the Witch Party should concentrate more superior forces in order to reoccupy the Hebrides Islands."

However, after the meeting was disbanded, Voldemort left Grindelwald alone and immediately whispered:

"The real content of my plan is to attack the Hebrides on the surface, but actually attack Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic!"

Grindelwald picked up the teacup, took a sip of the hot tea, then glanced at him, frowned and said:

"But at the military meeting just now..."

"That's tactical deception." Voldemort sneered, his snake-like face shining in the darkness.

"In many defeated battles in the past, I have profoundly summarized the lessons of failure."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, as if he was very interested in the lesson. He raised his hand and signaled Lao Fu to continue.

Voldemort was not pretentious either. He would not admit his mistakes when facing his subordinates, but this senior of the same level had nothing to hide.

He walked around the room, and he was walking while talking in that slow voice.

"The strategies and tactics I have formulated are good. To be honest, I won too much victory over Dumbledore and Stark, and both sides are not on the same level.

However, a group of hopeless stupid subordinates were unable to execute my orders resolutely and ruined their wonderful commands.

How can you win this battle if you carry the burden?!"

“…”

"The second point is the issue of intelligence between the two sides." Voldemort said in his high-pitched, clear voice.

"There is a despicable guy who lurks among the Death Eaters and always brings the most accurate news to Dumbledore and Stark."

He stopped and turned to look at Grindelwald, looking forward to the recognition of this old senior:

"It is because of the ambition of intelligence that they can make up for the tactical gap again and again, otherwise they would have been defeated by me long ago."

Grindelwald looked at Voldemort with a strange expression, and finally affirmed very seriously:

"Tom...sighted!"

"Then you are ready..." the old man shrugged. "How to solve these two points?"

"Put my command ability that I am best at, and directly apply tactics to every Death Eater." Voldemort said confidently.

"They obey me directly and can effectively show the most perfect tactics."

To explain it in human terms is:

Continue to micro-operate and increase your efforts!

"As for the Death Eater Traitor, I haven't found who it is yet, but the wrong information was given to that person at the meeting just now."

"When we launched the raid, we made a fuss and used the door key directly to go to Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic."

Grindelwald was silent for a moment and asked, "Who else knows this plan?"

"It's only you and me." Voldemort whispered.

He trusts Grindelwald for the time being, after all, the two sides are joining forces to fight Dumbledore together.

This old man’s hatred for that old man is probably much deeper than that of him.

After all, after fifty years in prison, Voldemort didn't believe Grindelwald would run to Dumbledore to report.

Unless they have a scoundrel.

"Great plan." Grindelwald said softly: "For the sake of confidentiality, I will not let anyone know in advance.

Including my student.”

"Very good." Voldemort laughed. "Hogwarts is part of the strategic goal.

I will send another part of the Death Eaters to attack the Ministry of Magic with your subordinates.

Just kill Minister Bones, you can quickly replace me and control the overall situation in Britain."

"Yes." Grindelwald said expressionlessly.

"So, what about Dumbledore and Stark?" Voldemort asked with his head raised.

The success of all strategic goals is based on the premise of stopping these two people.

"I have asked Kakarov to tell Dumbledore about my coming to the UK.

I have fought with him many times and knowing that man, and this information will tempt him to come and find me."

When Voldemort heard Kakarov's name, he just nodded lightly.

Two years ago, he sent the Carlo brothers and sisters to kill Kakarov who surrendered to the Order of the Phoenix.

Unexpectedly, he found that he had been controlled by Grindelwald using the Soul-Snatching Curse.

This is also the reason why Voldemort did not kill the traitor Kakarov.

After all, you can be a spy who inquire about news.

This time it came in handy.

"The spy lurking beside me will also tell Dumbledore about your coming." Voldemort looked at Grindelwald and said in a hoarse voice:

"It just happens to prove the authenticity of Kakarov's intelligence."

"My two students and I were enough to trap Dumbledore." Grindelwald stroked the wand in his hand and said confidently: "Even kill him."

"Then I'll hold Stark," said Voldemort.

The two sides quickly reached an agreement.

"One more thing..." Voldemort stroked his wand with his pale fingers, staring at Grindelwald tightly.

"I wrote many times, wanting Grigovic to come here and make a wand for me, but he was taken away by you..."

Grindelwald fiddled with the wand in his hand and said coldly:

"Forget it, Grigovic is dead."

"Dead?!" Voldemort's eyes flashed.

"I was defeated and my wand was broken by Dumbledore," Grindelwald explained:

"I took Grigovic away, just to ask him to make a new handful of me.

He refused, so I...he~"

Voldemort's eyes were deep and thoughtful.

He looked at the wand in Grindelwald's hand again, and a trace of greed flashed through him.

Grindelwald clenched his wand, and at that moment, he thought Voldemort was going to take action.

Unexpectedly, he just grinned and sneered:

"Since you're dead, forget it."

After Grindelwald left, Voldemort immediately waved his wand.

A tall dementor floated out of the darkness.

He was wearing a cape, his face was completely hidden under the turban, and his arms were scabbed, emitting a grayish-white light.

As soon as the dementor leader came in, the temperature in the entire room was more than ten degrees lower.

But the cold breath did not affect Voldemort at all.

He sat on the sofa, blinking his red eyes and asked:

"I let your tribe breed for two years. How many dementors are there now?"

"Master, the Ministry of Magic has attacked us...there are only more than 2,000 heads at present." The leader of the Dementor stuttered.

"Enough." Voldemort nodded and said, "Take some of your tribes and the witch party in Grindelwald to attack the Ministry of Magic.

Midway through…change direction and attack his subordinates.”

Voldemort didn't care about the success or failure of the Ministry of Magic.

As long as he can destroy Dumbledore and Stark and get the old wand, he can destroy the Ministry of Magic at any time.

He is confident in his strategy and will not make any mistakes this time. Then solving Grindelwald's power in advance is the top priority.

He could seize the old wand.

What's wrong with sneak attacking a friendly army? We are the Dark King!

Who can be nobler than anyone else?

"Yes, master..." The dementor leader did not hesitate at all.

"Send the remaining dementors to attack Hogwarts... You will be the main force this time!" Voldemort ordered.

"yes!"
To be continued...