Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 264: Grindelwald

The night was dark, and there was a sudden explosion sound from an unknown place, and two figures, one tall and one short, suddenly appeared from the air. The two appeared here just to let the shorter man take a breath, and after a short rest, they disappeared in place again.

After Apparating several times in this way, they finally reached their destination.

Dizzy, Sean sat down on the pitch-black ground. He shook his head vigorously, trying hard to suppress his overwhelmed stomach.

Grindelwald didn't feel a bit uncomfortable. He smiled with his hands behind his back and said, "Sure enough, I still need to get used to it, Sean, I just left the magic seed of my Apparation Curse, you go back and feel it and learn it. You should be able to Apparate yourself in a short time."

"Okay... um..." Sean nodded weakly, and almost vomited out.

"Long-distance apparition is like this, you have to get used to it as soon as possible." Grindelwald walked over and patted Sean on the shoulder.

A warm current rose from his lower abdomen, and then spread to every corner of his body, Xiao En suddenly felt much more relaxed.

It was only then that he had the strength to stand up and look around.

There is no extra scenery, the eyes are full of dark ground and broken stone pillars, they are standing on the ground of a building complex, and the underground level has obviously been completely destroyed.

In front of Sean was the broken stone slab that had been lifted, and he could see the dark, chapped ground below through the crack, like a dark deep pit.

Occasionally, you can see some stone decorations with vaguely preserved shapes, such as broken statues and broken iron railings.

Pere Lachaise Cemetery... Sean immediately remembered the name of this place.

This is where Grindelwald gave a speech and where the Great Fire of Paris happened.

Sean looked sideways at Grindelwald, wondering what the other party meant by bringing him here.

Grindelwald waved to Sean, and then lightly jumped into the hole leading to the ground.

Sean took out his wand and cast a levitation spell, then floated in with the other party.

After entering the ground, he saw the true appearance inside. It was like a small Colosseum, with a circular stone plaza in the middle, surrounded by stands. If you go up the steps on the stand, you can still see the dark entrance to the tomb.

Of course, this is the previous scene, and now the place has been completely destroyed, and the previous appearance can only be seen through some wreckage.

The only strange thing is that only the circular stone square in the center still maintains its original appearance.

Grindelwald walked to the very center of the square, he raised his branch wand like a conductor, and then waved it lightly.

"Boom—" There was a sound of sparks detonating, and flames lit up at the places where the torches had been placed in the ruins, illuminating the dark underground brightly, and the light drilled outside along the crack above the head.

"They didn't even restore it here, tsk tsk, don't you know how to protect the buildings with historical significance?" Grindelwald sighed.

The corners of Sean's eyes twitched, old man, if I remember correctly...you burned this place, right?

Grindelwald smiled and looked at Sean: "Do you know where this is?"

"The place where you set fire."

When Sean and Grindelwald get along, they have become more and more indifferent, but Grindelwald seems to like his attitude very much.

"Yes, Father Lachaise Cemetery," Grindelwald said with a nostalgic smile on his face, "However, I have to correct you, setting fire is a trivial matter. This is the place where I first revealed my ideas to the entire wizarding world, and it is also the place where many comrades-in-arms joined me-is it memorable?"

Sean glanced at the other party, and then asked hesitantly: "Teacher..."

"Hush," Grindelwald stopped what he was going to say, "I know what you want to ask me. My philosophy, my experience, or, did I really kill a lot of people."

He paced the square with his hands behind his back, with an expression of enjoyment on his face: "Don't doubt, Sean, what you think in your mind, what your teacher of the Protection of Fantastic Beasts said is true."

Sean was silent for a while, he didn't know how to continue talking.

No matter what kind of ideas the Wizards United Guards have, even if they are sure that the other party has bad intentions, one thing that cannot be denied is that Grindelwald did commit various crimes decades ago.

In the following decades, he became the principal who taught and educated people, and even gave him a lot of help as a freshman who had just entered the magic world. However, this person's charisma cannot be ignored.

Emotionally, Sean is on Grindelwald's side, but intellectually, he cannot ignore that his teacher has committed numerous crimes.

Grindelwald glanced at him sideways, showing a gentle smile: "Sean, do you know what your greatest weakness is?"

"What?"

"You are a living person, you clearly understand the weaknesses of human nature, you can even accept the flaws in yourself and others in various aspects, whether you are selfish or hypocritical, you clearly understand these yourself, and you don't think there is anything wrong with this."

Sean blinked, and he nodded with a sigh: "Yes, sir, I don't think there is anything wrong with this."

"That's right, I also think there's nothing wrong with it, it's not your weakness, your weakness is—" Grindelwald walked in, and Sean could see the wanton smile on the other side's face, "Your sense of morality is too strong."

"I..."

"To be precise, your sense of morality is too strong on a large level, and you don't use this sense of morality to restrain others, but to restrain yourself—when others treat you well, you treat others well, and when others treat you badly, you treat others badly. However, you don't want to deprive others of their lives. You think that mistakes should be proportional to punishment. You don't mind the death of a damned person, but you don't want to kill someone who doesn't deserve to die."

Grindelwald talked eloquently: "Like the Carroll brothers and sisters, like the one you burned to ashes—well, whatever it's called, it doesn't matter...you think they deserve to die, no matter whether their crimes were committed against you or not, you can deprive them of their lives without any burden. But others, such as Fabian Aiken, even if you know that the other party hates you to death, before he really goes out of line, you can at most punish the other party, let alone those who do not pose a real threat to you but have different ideas.

Shawn shook his head: "What you said is not accurate, I just have a double standard. I use my view of good and evil to treat others, and I also use my view of good and evil to restrain others. But in fact, when I do things, I only rely on my own inner point of view to a large extent, instead of really seeing what those people did."

Grindelwald nodded Sean's head with his wand: "Hypocritical statements, boldly admitting your own flaws, this is just another way of hypocrisy-after all, you will not change."

Sean spread his hands: "Then I have to pretend."

Grindelwald laughed loudly: "People should live in this real world hypocritically, and this is what I like about you."

Sean sighed, he lowered his head and cleaned it up, and then sat down on the clean stone pier: "So I'm very conflicted, I'm actually with you, but you really did something bad."

"Accurately speaking, it is a bad thing in the eyes of the public," Grindelwald corrected, "Sean, you are a smart man, you should know that to change this world, how can there be no blood and flames? If I succeed, then history will be written by me, and evil deeds will naturally be beautified, although I don't care."

"I know..."

"As long as you know it," Grindelwald shrugged indifferently, "I'm just stating my point of view."

"Okay, what should we do now?" Sean raised his head to look at the crack above his head, "They should be here soon."

An inexplicable smile appeared on Grindelwald's face: "Sean, have you forgotten? I didn't invite you here to talk about life and values ​​with you. There is a performance waiting for the audience."

Sean sighed with a headache, he still hadn't figured out why the guards would do anything to Grindelwald.

Are they really ignorant or are they just playing dumb?

Headmaster of Nurmengard, this is not Grindelwald's honor, but his shackles. There is only a thin layer of glass between the flame and the sprout. This layer of glass is driven by the prophecy, and then installed by Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

After this fragile barrier layer disappears, Grindelwald will become the unscrupulous Dark Lord again.

It is not surprising to Sean what he can do. At that time, I am afraid that before the guilt in his body erupts, the wizarding world will fall into a real war.

Besides, there really is no one to dissuade him by then—Sean? Dumbledore? It's all bullshit!

Damn... Sean uttered a curse word in his heart.

Keep your eyes open, is Grindelwald a guy who listens to advice? !

At this moment, explosions began to be heard frequently, and wizards wearing the uniforms of the Wizards United Guard appeared in the Père Lachaise Cemetery one by one. They raised their wands and surrounded them vigilantly.

On the ruins of the stand, wizards with nervous expressions slowly approached the center. Like fans who were fanatical and blocked in the auditorium, they slowly moved towards Grindelwald in the center of the stage step by step.

Sean, who was sitting on the edge, was pulled back forcefully by a hand before he could react. When he looked back, it was Sirius.

"Are you okay?"

"It's fine."

Grindelwald did not stop Sirius from retreating back while protecting Sean. He looked at the wizards who surrounded him relaxedly and contentedly, and then casually raised his wand.

Everyone took a step back.

"Look, look," Grindelwald chuckled, "don't be so nervous, my friends."

Marshall, the leader of the guards, took half a step forward, and Newt with an inexplicable expression was beside her.

"Grindelwald, you are under arrest."

"Madam, do you understand what you're talking about?" Grindelwald quickly picked up the words.

Marshall is more brave than her team members, and she does not back down: "I understand very well, and I understand one thing, that is, you haven't understood it yet."

"It seems that you must have learned the pronunciation of spells well when you were in school," Grindelwald smiled, "However, I have a question, let us make sure, lady, have you really thought about arresting me?"

"Your crime deserves us!"

"Tsk, is that so?" Grindelwald moved his wand, and then pointed at a middle-aged wizard behind the crowd.

The man had short, clean hair and a long beard. After Grindelwald pointed at him, he shook involuntarily, and then retracted his face a little into the hood.

"Rosa Onassis, how is your uncle?"

The man's pupils shook violently.

"I don't think the name Onassis is good enough," Grindelwald continued, "Maybe the one left by your ancestors is better, isn't it, Mopsos?"

Sean's pupils narrowed slightly, Mopsos, this is the famous ancient Greek prophet.

Grindelwald pointed to another person at the back of the crowd: "And you, can you people from the Karkas lineage still cooperate with Mopsos? Tsk, it's amazing that such a big hatred can be put down."

Karkas... Sean frowned.

This is also the prophet of ancient Greece, who lost to Mopsos in a duel, and then committed suicide in embarrassment.

Grindelwald seemed to be the class teacher who was calling the roll, and he pointed to wizards hiding behind the crowd one after another.

"That little girl, Cassandra Vabraski should be your great-grandmother? Ha, she and I are old acquaintances."

"You, Inmag is actually a branch of your family, right? Tsk, the branched people shine brilliantly, but you want to remain anonymous?"

"You..."

"And you..."

He pointed out one name after another, but the eyes of all the people he pointed to flashed.

Sean's pupils seemed to have been hit by an earthquake—he knew most of the surnames mentioned by Grindelwald, and they were all famous wizards in ancient times!

Most of them are prophets! A wizard who can see into the future!

Even if it is not a prophet, it is a very well-known great wizard in the past thousands of years!

He even heard the name of Ambrosius, that was... that was Merlin's surname!

According to Grindelwald's words, the descendants of these ancient giants all hid their identities, and now, the opponents have gathered here.

Siege the scene of Grindelwald!

Sean's breathing became a little short~IndoMTL.com~ He seemed to see a big net that had already been woven around him.

His thoughts diverged, and his past experiences suddenly appeared in front of him.

The stolen key that can connect the blurred illusion and reality, the Slytherin spoken by Gormley Gaunt, the revived ghost horned water serpent...

What does this mean...

In the center of the slate square, Grindelwald named each name. Marshall did not show any fluctuations in expression. She said in a deep voice, "You don't have to worry about the past of our team members. Grindelwald, this is the end of your speech."

"Really?" Grindelwald smiled.

The magic flame soars into the sky!

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