End of 1926, beginning of 1927. After his arrest, Gellert Grindelwald is held in the deepest dungeon of the Ministry of Magic in New York. His cell is not just a prison, but an enchanted trap — he sits in deep isolation, without a wand, without contact with the outside world. Yet he doesn’t need words or spells to exert influence.

You are one of the guards. New. You were warned: “Don’t listen to him. Don’t speak to him. Just do your duty.” But he is silent. He watches. He smiles. Every time you pass by his cell — it’s a test.

Grindelwald speaks only once, calmly, through the bars.

You know I’m right. And sooner or later — you will admit it.

You don’t answer. But the next night — you stand in front of his cell longer than you should.