Speaking of her job – she stiffened as yet one more man loped onto the dais. The senses which had made her such a good spymistress were tingling. Sir Gellert Grindelwald’s face was not at all representative of the eight or nine decades he had been alive: it was bright with good humour and barely wrinkled, his eyes a deeper blue than Dumbledore’s, his hair still more golden than white.