Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 303: News from Grindelwald

Sean leaned back in his chair following Grindelwald's example, and asked.

"That at least proves that Professor Dumbledore did not betray you. I failed when I tried to summon the Phoenix that night. Is it because of that?"

Grindelwald reached out and grabbed a bottle of red wine out of thin air, without turning it into a goblet. With a wave of his hand, the cork popped out.

After casually taking two sips of wine, he said: "It's possible—tch, I actually had some premonitions before, but I didn't choose to go into it. Unexpectedly, Albus still cooperated with those guys."

"Cooperation?" Sean asked puzzled.

Grindelwald turned his head and glanced at him: "Sean, do you think that the whole thing is a game set up by me and Albus?"

"Isn't it?" This made Sean a little confused.

"Wrong," Grindelwald waggled his fingers, "It was Albus Dumbledore's trap, and it had nothing to do with me. After what happened that night, I didn't feel his killing intent, so I just played a scene with him."

Grindelwald is completely unaware?

Hearing this, Sean frowned.

"Well, after that, haven't you contacted Professor Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald smiled wildly: "Since he didn't tell me in advance, why should I go to him afterwards?"

This... Sean's eyes twitched.

What is this? Got a temper tantrum?

The problem is about the whole world... Well, Grindelwald probably really doesn't care...

"So what I said just now, I failed to summon Phoenix, and you also know the situation of Phoenix and Arianna..." Sean said.

But in the middle of the conversation, Grindelwald waved his hand impatiently to signal him to shut up, took another sip of wine and continued: "You don't need to guess what possibility, whether the great Albus Dumbledore was threatened or threatened, or his self-sacrifice spirit occupied the high ground of reason, I don't care. I just need and only listen to him explain to me."

Sean sighed with a headache, this is Grindelwald's character...

Knowing that he couldn't ask or persuade him, Xiao En simply changed the subject: "Who are the group of 'neither people nor ghosts' guys you mentioned before? Is it related to the theft of the key to the Misty Illusion?"

Grindelwald sat up a little bit, and his tone was not so casual. .

“[Returners], this is what I call them. In fact, there were some signs before the key was stolen. A very strange group of guys, they are like ghosts, but they can really affect reality.”

"[Returners]..." Sean chewed on the meaning of this word, and then asked, "Are they all dead people? I heard you mentioned the names of several ancient Greek prophets."

Grindelwald nodded: "At present, all of them are long-dead wizards, and they have returned to the real world in an unknown way. The strange thing is that at the beginning, the few [returners] I came into contact with were all insane. Even the well-known kind wizards in history have become lunatics. But their strength is not strong, and they can only weakly affect reality. "

"It's just that I have seen a fuzzy future. If they continue to exist in this state in the real world, it will cause irreversible disasters. Unfortunately, I have no good way to appease the ghosts, so these things are left to Albus."

Grindelwald showed some regret for the first time: "I didn't pay attention at the time, but now that I think about it, the theft of the key to the Misty Illusion may have caused unpredictable changes, and Albus didn't know what was going on... As things continue, I will be hunted down."

"I kindly extinguished the flame back then, but human nature," Grindelwald sneered, "those stupid wizards, although they have the same noble blood as mine, I had already expected their ugly faces."

Sean raised his eyebrows: "So, you have already planted those 'bombs'?"

"Small back-up, isn't it reasonable?" Grindelwald smiled and spread his hands, "I didn't know that the ancient pure-blood family was connected with those [Returners]. I thought they wanted to suppress me to regain the power thousands of years ago. But I knew it as soon as our annoying baby Newt appeared. That silly boy only listens to Albus, and Albus has always been in charge of dealing with [Returners]—tsk, what a boring and old-fashioned conspiracy."

"Why did that group of people appear, and what is their purpose?" Sean asked.

"Who knows, probably this is why our great Albus Dumbledore set up an unknown situation. Of course, it probably has something to do with you, after all, he is the noble son of prophecy." Grindelwald blinked at him, and put his hands behind his head.

Sean ignored Grindelwald's joke, he put his hands on his chest and said to himself: "If it has something to do with me, maybe it is trying to use the power in my body?"

"Don't worry," Grindelwald said with an indifferent attitude, "You just need to remember one thing, no matter what, [the guilt] is inside you."

"So, maybe they're coming to get me?" Sean asked.

Grindelwald stretched out his hand and knocked out of thin air, and Sean felt a pain in his head.

"Stupid—remember, Sean," Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly, and his strange-colored pupils emerged again, which seemed to hide thousands of lights, "What is a wizard? Our blood represents a word, miracle. Huge and incomparable power? Wizards are best at digesting great power and creating miracles."

He smiled with extreme confidence: "My student, control [crime], that will be inevitable."

Shawn laughed dumbfounded.

"Should I thank you for trusting and valuing me? Sir."

"You're welcome." Grindelwald took a sip of red wine and leaned back comfortably, "But also remember that what to do next requires you to think and decide on your own. I always believe that you should not intervene in the process of controlling [crime]."

Sean nodded thoughtfully, he understood what Grindelwald meant.

The other party is actually not the Riddler. Grindelwald is very similar to himself. He is a pragmatist who obeys his will. If he has effective suggestions, he will definitely not hide them.

The powers of [Crime] and [Prophecy] actually point to the essence of a wizard—the miracle of idealism. As an extremely powerful wizard and another huge combination of miracles, Grindelwald's transitional intervention may have unknown effects.

The ability of the prophet is not omnipotent, and many hidden dangers cannot be avoided.

However, you can't have a deep chat with Grindelwald on this point, but you can do other things.

Shawn raised his head and asked, "Merlin's Weekly Newsletter, is it your method?"

"Of course," Grindelwald smiled casually, "Accurately, I was the founder of that newspaper, about a hundred years ago? The current editor-in-chief is a descendant of my old subordinate. Times are always changing, and wizards always need to put on a show, and their fists are natural enough to be useful, but many times, you can save a lot of effort if you have a voice channel with enough weight."

Sure enough, Grindelwald's influence is actually all over the world, but he has been serving as the headmaster honestly, so he has been hiding underground.

"Then next, I saw that new report. How did you get that scene photo? Isn't the camera moving a lot?" Sean asked with great interest.

Grindelwald grabbed it out of thin air again, and a huge camera appeared in his hand.

He pressed the shutter casually, and the flash and smoke burst out together.

"Here, that's it - do you think the hunting team can detect the movement if you press it now?"

"Of course not—" Halfway through speaking, Sean showed a look of sudden realization.

What is one of Grindelwald's most famous tactics? That is naturally his unique transformation technique.

So, there is no need to be on the scene at all, and there is no need to consider the big movement of the camera, just restore the scene...

"Who is that ghost?" Sean asked another topic that interests him.

Grindelwald smiled quite complacently: "It's just right, let me show you the news sent back."

Gu Yun

He didn't take out Sean's magic wand, and still cast spells silently without a wand. Immediately afterwards, Sean saw a line of writing made of blood forming in midair.

"We are thinking about countermeasures internally. There is a [returner] who is providing help, and it should be monitoring the treatment floor at the secret location of the headquarters."

Surveillance? Sean cast a puzzled look over.

"Marshall was rescued. To be honest, I didn't expect that [Returner] has a way, even the goblin's anti-thief waterfall."

"Isn't that something only in Gringotts?" Sean asked.

Grindelwald explained to him: "Actually, the Anti-thief Waterfall is a magic potion specially used to match the spell, but the manufacturing technique is only known by goblins—I wanted to borrow some back then, but goblins are too hospitable."

Borrow? You want to grab it... Sean slandered.

However, Grindelwald is a good means, the guards can be stuffed with ghosts...

"What are you going to do next? Do you need my help?"

Grindelwald glanced at Sean strangely: "You are very enthusiastic, but the current situation is unknown, and you are not needed for the time being. Don't worry, if necessary, you have to run to help."

"What's your next step?"

"Next step?" Grindelwald showed a sinister smile, "Since the great Dumbledore didn't give any hints, I have no choice but to complete the unfinished business."

Well, we're going to war with Muggles again, right?

Probably seeing Sean's helpless expression, Grindelwald laughed loudly: "Sean, I forgot to tell you, my dream has temporarily changed."

"Huh?"

"Yeah."

"What?"

"Yeah."

In the room of Responsiveness, the two stared at each other. Sean, who had been waiting for Grindelwald's answer, felt lonely waiting for a while.

"Then tell me." Sean said anxiously.

Grindelwald looked old and unscrupulous, and laughed: "Wouldn't it be boring to know the answer in advance? Just right, let's add some anticipation to your boring study life."

Sean: "..."

Bah! You are so old! Fortunately, I was still praising you in my heart just now, you are not a riddle man!

Seeing Sean rolling his eyes, Grindelwald smiled happily. He looked up and drank the remaining red wine, and then threw a bottle over.

Sean received it in his hands. It was a bottle about 30 centimeters high, light blue, with an after-effect texture, but the material didn't seem to be ceramic or glass, and there was a cork on the top that fit perfectly.

"What is this?"

"Anti-thief waterfall." Grindelwald replied casually.

"Huh?" Sean's brows twitched.

Grindelwald licked his lips and let out a wild and happy laugh: "The friend of the enemy is the enemy. Before I came to Hogwarts, I went to find the goblins. God, my kindness, even Albus should be moved to cry - I just took the goblins' inventory, and then gave those cute little ones a delayed explosion spell."

If you can get revenge, you will never stay overnight, right... Sean has nothing to say.

"It's not bad. It can wash away all magic, camouflage, defensive magic, curse, and control magic. It can be used both offensively and defensively. Moreover, this thing has another use. After you touch the anti-thief waterfall, the anti-thief waterfall will no longer have any effect on you for the next twenty-four hours."

Sean immediately thought of the greatest use of this thing - to sneak into Gringotts...

Grindelwald continued: "I'll show you off. By the way, this thing needs to be used quickly after the cork is opened, and it's usually kept in a place where it can't see the sun."

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the disappearing cabinet.

"Teacher, are you leaving?" Sean also stood up.

Grindelwald waved his hand without looking back: "Someone came to me to talk about the old days-I've been busy recently, so I'm leaving."

"When will we meet next time?" Sean asked.

"Next time is the next time, good night, child, I am very happy today."

Grindelwald walked into the disappearing cabinet, he turned around and smiled at Sean, and then closed the cabinet door conveniently.

When Sean walked over and opened the cabinet door again, it was already empty.

"He really is an old man who does whatever he wants..." Xiao En muttered.

He looked at the disposable anti-thief waterfall in his hand, and then directly hid it in the ring. This thing should be quite useful in critical times...

By the time Sean tiptoed back to the bedroom and climbed into bed, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

"Tomorrow is a day off, I can sleep a little longer..." Sean yawned and covered himself with the quilt.

At this moment, there was a sudden wave of magic power coming from the inside of his left arm.

Dark Mark.

Don't sleep in the middle of the night, Bella or little Barty? Sean pressed the Dark Mark and felt its contents.

Little Barty knelt on the ground on one knee, and respectfully said: "Master~IndoMTL.com~ I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night, but I think there is some news that I must let you know."

"I hope your news is as important as you say, my friend." Sean said with no joy or sadness.

Little Barty buried his head deeper: "Master, I have controlled my father with the Imperius Curse."

So fast? Sean raised his eyebrows, he wrapped the quilt tightly, and said in a cold voice, "Good job."

"This is all master's foresight." Little Barty flattered first, "I learned a piece of news from him, about the secret information I mentioned to you last time, when the minister handed over."

"Oh?"

"The ten levels represent the degree of danger, and the degree of danger is ranked from top to bottom, that is to say, the degree of danger of the blood alliance in the secret information of the Ministry of Magic—"

"It's superlative, ten."

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