━━━━━ QUEST ━━━━━ [🟡 Gold – Legendary Quest | The Radiant Twin Emperors] Grindelwald & Dumbledore Within the grandest palace in the wizarding world, two emperors who have conquered the world sit upon the pinnacle of glory, gazing down upon all living things.
They are two bodies of a single whole, their thoughts as one.
The world moves according to their will.
With their own hands, they ushered in this radiant age of magic.
And now, a new challenger has appeared.
Go.
Take up your wand.
Defeat them.
Kill them.
Bring this radiant age of magic to an end, and forge a legend that belongs to you alone.
━━━ 🎁 Quest Reward: Obtain all of Grindelwald & Dumbledore’s knowledge and magical abilities.
⚠️ Abandon Quest: There is a chance that either Grindelwald or Dumbledore will enter the main world.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ After nearly ten years in this world, Witt Cress had suddenly awakened a System.
Before he had even recovered from the flood of information dumped into his head, a roulette wheel appeared on the System interface and invited him to draw his very first quest.
The result was the quest above.
According to the System’s introduction, the odds of drawing a Legendary Quest from the Standard Wheel were only one in ten thousand.
Witt had hit the jackpot on his very first spin.
He had only just finished reading the quest description when another System notification appeared.
[Would you like to receive the Starter Pack?] “Yes.” ━━━━━ SYSTEM ━━━━━ [Distributing Starter Pack] ✨ Ordinary Wizard Bloodline.
✨ Spell — Lumos.
✨ Spell — Flipendo.
✨ Spell — Wingardium Leviosa.
✨ One Basic Wand.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ [Starter Pack distribution complete.
This concludes our service.
[Host, please explore the System’s remaining functions on your own.] [Goodbye.] Oi, System?
You there?
Don’t you think this Starter Pack and beginner quest are just a tiny bit mismatched?
Even if Witt had no idea who Grindelwald and Dumbledore were, he could tell from the quest description alone that two emperors capable of conquering the entire world were probably not enemies he could defeat with Lumos.
Unfortunately, nobody answered him.
The previous notifications seemed to have been nothing more than scripted prompts.
Once they were finished, the System stopped responding to his questions altogether.
After fiddling with it for ages and confirming that the System really had no intention of replying, Witt decided he might as well enter the dungeon and give it a try.
So he tried.
And promptly died (×_×).
The first time he entered the dungeon, he found himself inside an enormous black palace.
Witt had barely cast Lumos to give himself some light when, in the very next second, a thick beam of red magic struck him squarely.
“Crucio.” At that moment, Witt discovered what true agony meant.
The pain was so overwhelming that his consciousness nearly shattered.
The last thing he heard was a faint sound of surprise.
Then everything went black.
When he regained consciousness, he was already outside the dungeon.
The System interface informed him that he would be able to enter again at six o’clock the following morning.
There was no question about it.
He had been one-shotted.
He hadn’t even seen the boss before getting one-shotted.
Witt’s face darkened.
This dungeon was bloody impossible.
But after thinking about it, something still didn’t feel right.
Logically speaking, the System shouldn’t have given him a quest that was literally impossible to complete.
There had to be something he hadn’t noticed.
There had to be some way to clear it.
He would try again tomorrow.
And just like that, nearly a year passed.
By then, Witt’s face was practically green from all the swearing.
Over the course of that year, he had tried every method he could think of, including but certainly not limited to bringing in a gun, poison gas grenades, and homemade explosives.
If he’d had any way of getting his hands on one, Witt would genuinely have considered bringing in a nuclear bomb.
When every conceivable method failed, Witt changed tactics and started begging for mercy.
He burst into tears and wailed that he was only a child.
Surprisingly, that actually helped.
After that particular attempt, the boss called Grindelwald stopped using the red curse to kill him and switched to a green one instead.
Apparently, it was called Avada Kedavra.
Compared with the Cruciatus Curse, the Killing Curse offered an incomparably better experience.
One meant being tortured to death while still fully conscious.
The other killed you instantly, without the slightest pain.
Apart from feeling a tiny bit cold, there was practically nothing to it.
From that day onward, Witt became firmly convinced that the Killing Curse was an excellent spell.
No pain whatsoever.
Safe, comfortable, and vastly superior to Crucio.
After that, whenever Witt had time to spare, he would enter the dungeon and have a chat with Grindelwald.
Admittedly, they never managed more than a few sentences before a pained expression appeared on Grindelwald’s face and he fired off another Killing Curse to send Witt out of the dungeon.
Still, Witt had managed to learn three spells from him.
Imperio.
Crucio.
Avada Kedavra.
Armed with those three spells, Witt had successfully moved out of the orphanage that had raised him and acquired a house of his own in London.
Life, at present, was going splendidly.
And so, from the bottom of his heart, Witt was grateful to Grindelwald.
He was a good man.
If only he would stand still and let Witt kill him, he’d be even better.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Early one morning, Witt was woken by a persistent tapping sound.
“Who is it?” Still half asleep, Witt dragged himself upright and opened the front door.
There was no one outside.
Seeing the empty doorstep, Witt assumed some mischievous children were playing a prank on him.
Without giving it another thought, he shut the door.
A moment later, the tapping started again.
“Who is it?!” Witt yanked the door open and shouted into the street.
Not a soul was there.
“Bloody hell.” Muttering under his breath, Witt turned around.
That was when he finally noticed an owl perched by the window, an envelope clutched in its beak as it tapped against the glass.
An owl delivering letters?
Were postmen really getting this competitive these days?
Apparently, making a living in London was tough even for them.
Witt opened the window and took the envelope from the owl.
The wax seal looked remarkably elaborate.
He tore it open, unfolded the letter inside, and promptly panicked at the very first line.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore Dumbledore!
Wasn’t that the other boss from the dungeon, the one who had never shown his face?
Don’t tell me I’m actually living in the same world as the dungeon!
A vivid scene instantly formed in Witt’s mind.
Go to Hogwarts.
Meet Dumbledore.
Get discovered by Grindelwald.
Everyone has a lovely laugh, and then, GG.
Dying inside the dungeon was fine.
He could revive afterward.
If he died in the real world, however, he would actually be dead.
And Grindelwald was utterly ruthless.
Every time Witt spoke with him for more than a few minutes, the man would suddenly attack without the slightest warning.
No.
I need to run.
Witt frantically began packing.
He stuffed everything valuable he owned into a suitcase, didn’t even bother washing his face, threw open the door, and bolted.
Professor McGonagall, currently in the form of a cat outside his house, didn’t even get the chance to knock before Witt disappeared down the street.
Inside the house, the Hogwarts acceptance letter lay abandoned on the floor with several footprints stamped across it.
He ran?
Professor McGonagall had never encountered anything like this before.
Still, the acceptance letter had already been sent.
At the very least, she needed to find out what was going on.
She hurried after him.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In a narrow London alley, Witt gripped his wand tightly and stared fixedly at the tabby cat in front of him.
Only moments ago, he had watched with his own eyes as a cat transformed into a woman, transformed back into a cat, and then continued chasing him with the determination of someone who had absolutely no intention of giving up.
Whoever this is, she isn’t friendly.
Without another thought, Witt cast the spell he knew best.
“Crucio!” McGonagall twisted nimbly aside, dodging the curse.
Her expression immediately sharpened.
An Unforgivable Curse.
A young wizard whose first response was to cast an Unforgivable Curse.
No wonder he had run the moment he saw his Hogwarts acceptance letter.
His first attack missed, so Witt immediately launched a second.
“Avada—” “Stupefy!” McGonagall was hardly going to give him the chance to finish.
Transforming back into her human form, she struck Witt with a precise spell and sent him collapsing to the ground.
Looking down at the unconscious boy, McGonagall found herself in a quandary.
Should she turn him over to the Ministry of Magic, or take him to Dumbledore?
The problem was that he was so young.
McGonagall couldn’t quite bring herself to watch a child his age be sent to Azkaban.
After hesitating for a moment, she decided to let Dumbledore deal with the matter.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ When Witt regained consciousness, he found an elderly man with a long white beard sitting before him.
Half moon spectacles rested upon his nose, and his expression was grave.
“Mr Cress, who taught you those spells?” Witt struggled a few times.
When he discovered that apart from his head, not a single part of his body would move, he gave up.
“An old man called Grindelwald.” Grindelwald.
Dumbledore’s expression grew solemn.
He had just attempted to use Legilimency to read Witt’s thoughts, only to find nothing but a complete blank.
“Mr Cress, are you certain his name was Grindelwald?” “He told me himself.
His name is Gellert Grindelwald.
I had to take more than a hundred Crucios from him before I finally learned that spell.” Witt’s gaze was the very picture of sincerity.
If Witt had one virtue, it was that he knew when the game was up.
He was already in someone else’s hands.
What would be the point of lying?
Refuse to talk, get tortured, and then confess anyway?
That was just volunteering for extra suffering.
After enduring more than a hundred Cruciatus Curses and several hundred Killing Curses, Witt’s way of thinking had begun to differ in a few subtle ways from that of an ordinary person.
More than a hundred Cruciatus Curses?
Sympathy appeared in Professor McGonagall’s eyes.
With all her years of experience, Witt did not look as though he was lying.
Even Dumbledore was startled by his claim.
He immediately decided that once this matter was settled, he would pay a visit to Nurmengard and ask Grindelwald himself whether any of this was true.
For now, however, Witt had to be dealt with first.
“Mr Cress, why did you run away the moment you received your Hogwarts acceptance letter?” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS Hidden_Quill Thank you so much for reading!