Athens Airport.
"Thank you very much for the help you've given the Greek government during this time."
The Prime Minister warmly shook Tver's hand. If one ignored the guards surrounding the place so tightly that not even water could get through, it looked like an elder reluctantly seeing off a younger member of the family before a long journey.
But only the Prime Minister himself knew that Tver was simply the humblest and most courteous young man he had ever met.
"I did have some prejudice against wizards before. I always felt that they didn't understand us and weren't willing to understand us either, until I met you."
Tver smiled, somewhat flattered.
"As you said, there has simply been a lack of understanding between us. As long as both sides are willing to open up to each other, these prejudices that should never have existed will naturally disappear."
Although Quéops had indirectly confessed and even left Tver and the others an Auror as evidence, calming both sides and eliminating the aftereffects of this tragedy still took a great deal of time and effort.
Especially for Tver. As the only person on both sides who understood both the magical world and the Muggle world, he not only had to clear up the initial misunderstanding, but also help both sides rebuild a friendly relationship of communication and cooperation.
In the end, even when the Greek Joint Operations Office was reorganized, Tver still had to provide guidance.
The distrust both sides had developed toward each other during this incident had seriously affected their cooperation.
Of course, it was not beyond repair.
At Tver's suggestion, the Greek Ministry of Magic agreed to "generously" provide some potions to the Prime Minister and a few high-ranking officials on good terms with him, while the Prime Minister tactfully offered a discount on supplies provided to the magical world.
After all that back and forth, although it cost Tver quite a bit of time, once both sides realized the benefits of cooperation, his mission on this trip to Greece could finally be considered complete.
That was why, before leaving Greece, after receiving a round of thanks from the Ministry of Magic at the house he had rented, he once again encountered the Prime Minister, who had rushed over despite his busy schedule to see him off.
The Prime Minister patted Tver's hand with some reluctance. Compared with the Ministry of Magic, which seemed to understand nothing about them, he much preferred communicating and cooperating with Tver.
It made things far easier.
But he also knew that Tver did not belong to the Greek Ministry of Magic and would have to leave eventually.
"Then I won't take up any more of your time. As for the matter you entrusted to me, I will complete it when the time is right."
"Thank you very much." A smile finally spread across Tver's face.
Dealing with Voldemort could not be left to him alone, or to Britain alone.
After saying goodbye to the Prime Minister and his party, Tver boarded the plane with Marvolio in great satisfaction.
This time was different. He had chosen to fly purely because he wanted to relax.
After all, during his time in Greece, he had been just as busy as he was at his busiest back in Britain.
Of course, staying in Greece had also made it convenient for Marvolio to shape his own image.
For example, Voldemort had secretly infiltrated Greece not only to bewitch Quéops and the others, but more importantly to recruit a certain Dark Wizard.
Or, after Herpo the Foul, the ancient land of Greece had once again welcomed a genius Dark Wizard who could speak Parseltongue.
Or perhaps, the reason the Greek Ministry of Magic had been so easily infiltrated by Voldemort and the Death Eaters was said to be that a certain talented, young, and handsome Dark Wizard had occupied most of their attention, and had even toyed with more than a dozen Aurors sent to arrest him...
"No, I told you to shape your image, not to praise yourself like a street vendor!"
Tver put down the newspaper in utter speechlessness. He nearly wanted to crumple it into a ball and throw it at the smug Marvolio sitting opposite him.
After spending half a month steadily calming both the Greek government and the Ministry of Magic, he had also conveniently handed the credit over to the Greek Ministry of Magic.
Naturally, the Ministry of Magic understood that a favor should be returned.
Besides, Tver had only borrowed a few open and covert publicity channels to spread word of an emerging Dark Wizard.
It was just that, given how busy he was, he had handed the work of creating his own persona over to Marvolio.
As for the result...
Setting aside those strange adjectives, naturally there had been no surprises.
After the official face-saving announcement stated that this Dark Wizard had left Greece, quite a few countries had already begun keeping watch for the emergence of this rising star of the Dark Magic world.
After all, a Dark Wizard whom even the Dark Lord had traveled so far to recruit, and who had escaped unharmed from a Ministry of Magic's attempt to capture him, was already no less than a new-generation Dark Lord in their eyes.
Because of that, even Babajide had hurried over to Greece to confirm the situation.
Marvolio was naturally more than satisfied with this result. Back then, what he regretted most was that he had never managed to become famous at a young age like Dumbledore.
By the time he truly became renowned in the wizarding world, his looks had already disappeared along with his hair...
"This is how it works," Marvolio said with his legs crossed, looking as if it were only natural. "If we don't exaggerate a little, how are the Death Eaters supposed to see me as their savior?"
"Hah. Then should we arrange a battle where I lose to you in public? Your reputation would definitely rise even faster!" Tver rolled his eyes irritably.
"That would be too exaggerated. It might have the opposite effect. But..." Marvolio sat up expectantly, putting on a shameless smile. "If it were your teacher, Mr. Grindelwald, and he could make me look like Dumbledore..."
"Get lost!"
But speaking of his teacher, Tver really did not know what mood he was in right now.
His teacher had said he was helping pave the way for him, while also taking a look at the development and changes in Muggle technology in this world.
Judging from the help Tver had more or less received while acting in various countries, his teacher's actions had indeed made his plans proceed more smoothly.
But the problem was Dumbledore's bottom line.
Although the First White Wizard had repeatedly tolerated things, those concessions were made to maintain peace in the magical world.
That was also the reason Tver had been able to keep making moves right under Dumbledore's nose.
But his teacher might not be able to enjoy such a high level of tolerance from Dumbledore.
If one day his teacher went a little too far, it would not matter much if those two godlike figures fought. They had fought before, after all.
But if that dragged down Tver's good image in Dumbledore's mind, then he would suffer a huge loss.
"Worried about Grindelwald?" Marvolio asked in a rather punchable tone. "Then do you want to know where he is now?"
"You know?" Tver frowned at him.
Even Tver, as his student, did not know where his teacher was now. How could Marvolio possibly have that information?
"Have you been so busy these past two weeks that your brain stopped working?" Marvolio snatched the newspaper from Tver's hands in irritation and showed him the headline on the back page.
"According to reliable sources, Grindelwald left Nurmengard long ago and is suspected to have appeared at Durmstrang. Dumbledore has made no statement on the matter."