Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 371: The source of hatred
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The old houses of the Dumbledore family have long been dilapidated, and the roofs and outer walls of many places have become ruins due to the erosion of the years.
Sean has been to Godric's Hollow twice, but he has never been to this house that has long since lost its owner.
He did not choose to use magic to empty the shrubs, vines and weeds that covered the yard, but chose to fly in directly from a damaged hole on the second floor.
The wooden corridor in my memory was covered with dust, and the stubble of the wood protruded messily. It seemed that no one had been there for so many years.
Sean's steps fell, and the wooden floor creaked like a groan.
He didn't try to hide it, but walked towards the door in his memory openly.
When he walked to the door, Sean looked down, and sure enough, there was no key on the door.
He hesitated for a while, then took out the key and aimed it at the keyhole.
The perforation that should be rusted or even clogged was extremely smooth, and Sean's key was not hindered in any way.
With a click, the door opened.
Even though he had done countless psychological preparations before coming here, when the door was pushed open a little bit, Sean's breathing became uncontrollably heavy.
He took a deep breath and pushed open the door completely.
The room was dim, and the furniture that had been eroded by the years showed no signs of renovation.
And in front of the fireplace that had run out of firewood a long time ago, there was a silent shadow sitting on the thick sofa.
It was Gellert Grindelwald, who was both familiar and unfamiliar to Sean.
Grindelwald didn't seem to notice Sean's approach at all, he was completely leaning on the sofa, humming an unknown tune.
His voice was hoarse and lifeless than old Grindelwald's.
Like an old man who has lived alone for a hundred years and has seen everything in the world.
Sean didn't speak, he walked slowly into the room.
As soon as he stepped into the room, Sean felt a wonderful sense of closure, just like he felt in the old Bathilda's yard just now.
It should be a spell of concealment... Sean thought silently.
He gently closed the door, and the room became darker and darker.
Sean walked over calmly and bluntly, and stood quietly in front of Grindelwald.
No one spoke, only Grindelwald humming softly.
After a long time, Grindelwald raised his head.
And Sean finally saw the other party's face clearly with the help of that little bit of dim light.
Withered silver-gray hair, wrinkles like a knife, no spots that are common to old people, but it has the vicissitudes and decay of old people.
Of course, all this will be forgotten after you meet each other's eyes.
Sean's breathing stagnated suddenly, and his heartbeat started beating violently after slightly slowing down.
The eyes are exactly the same as those of old Grindelwald, but the ruthlessness in those eyes is almost like a **** looking down on all living beings.
Yes, a pair of eyes that have no emotion at all and only make people tremble.
Little Grindelwald glanced at him indifferently, and then outlined an emotionless smile at the corner of his mouth.
"I thought you were really fearless. You just moved your sleeve. What is it? Is it a newly researched escape weapon in the past two years? Boy, you are very afraid of death."
The voice line is almost exactly the same as that of old Grindelwald, but there is no peace of mind that Sean is familiar with.
Sean was silent for a moment, and did not take back the George Weasley trick card in his hand.
He doesn't like to gamble with his life.
"The fifth movement of Mahler's Seventh Symphony..." Sean said softly, this was the ditty the other party hummed just now.
Grindelwald finally glanced at him, but the former was not taken away by Sean, and he dangled with his hands casually hanging under the armrest.
"Didn't you come here with sincerity? What are you afraid of, kid?"
As he spoke, he actually laughed out of joy, and the more he laughed, the louder he laughed.
The piercing laughter echoed in the room like a small world, making people chill.
Grindelwald laughed wantonly for a while, and then said leisurely: "I actually called you a child, hahaha--how old was I before I fell asleep? Ha, I forgot--"
Sean answered his previous question: "Sir, please allow me to answer your previous question first. First of all, I am really afraid of death, the kind that is very afraid of death. I am indeed worried that you will shoot me in a fit of anger. However, I do come here with sincerity. I want to provide some trivial help, if it can make you feel better."
Grindelwald licked his lips: "Who taught you to speak like this, him?"
"No, I have such a character, but he did help me a lot." Sean said in a deep voice.
Grindelwald showed an inexplicable smile: "Sean——can I call you that? Sean."
"Of course, sir."
"Sean, what do you think you can help me with?" Grindelwald asked back.
Shawn pondered for a while, and replied in a deep voice: "Generally speaking, I will do everything I can to investigate the truth you want. In other respects, you can also bring forward those things you are interested in."
Grindelwald's smile still makes people flustered: "What's the use of these, Sean, my friend."
"But you're still sitting here, sir." Sean whispered.
The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment, and Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly: "Are you also very popular with Dumbledore?"
"To be honest, most people like me, but my enemies hate me." Sean said honestly.
"Do you know how I treat people I hate?" Grindelwald snapped his fingers.
The entire room began to burn violently, and the violent flames made Sean, who was in the very center, feel his face burning hot.
"It must not be too pleasant to be hated by you." Sean said.
Grindelwald laughed strangely: "It seems that he taught you very well."
"If you come to teach me, I believe it will be very good."
This sentence made the flames more violent, and Grindelwald slowly stood up.
He was wearing a tattered black silk long-distance running, and stepped on the ground with bare feet.
"Sean, do you know what annoys me the most? At first, when I was imprisoned, I only had consciousness drifting away."
"It took me some time to figure it out. I'm not happy, but I understand. After all, I know myself best, even if he has thousands of reasons, how could the always proud Gellert Grindelwald be willing to imprison himself? Even if the person who will replace me is my future self."
"However, this is indeed something I can do, and I even have some pride—ha, you see, the future me will be so powerful, so powerful that no one can defeat it, and so powerful that I can pass through such a long time."
"If he will come back, then he must have done something wrong. I have never denied failure, and now I even have a chance to reverse the failure—"
"So, when my hazy consciousness understood all this, and I couldn't resist my stronger self, I happily fell asleep."
Grindelwald opened his hands, and the flames were burning wildly, just like his dancing hair.
The chilling and trembling anger merged into the heat, Sean almost subconsciously wanted to use the card to escape from this place.
It can only be said that Grindelwald is Grindelwald. Even though he has been imprisoned for nearly a hundred years, he still possesses such powerful and powerless magic power.
Grindelwald was surprisingly angry, he was almost growling.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Why is the world still so ugly when I see it again! It's disgusting, disgusting!"
"Muggles occupy more worlds, and they spread all over the land like disgusting insects!"
"They even live more comfortably and at ease than before, and they even have more powerful power!"
"Wizards still live in a corner, and the mice in the sewer still can't see the sun!"
"Just near me, that kid named Capone, with noble blood flowing in his veins, magic power is beating! And he is being bullied by disgusting Muggles, and he doesn't even dare to resist!"
"This law has not been abolished, this concept has not been abandoned!"
"In this world, there is still no one waiting for him—the savior."
Grindelwald stood in the flames, his eyes full of disgust and glaring disappointment.
"He spent so long, used so much strength, and even did not hesitate to deceive the will of the world, and then gave me such an answer?"
"He's telling me, Gellert Grindelwald—" He paused every word, his eyes even protruding from their sockets.
"—is it a waste?"
Sean had to use a spell to protect his whole body from the high temperature. He said against the high temperature: "Sir, I can understand your thoughts, but I have to refute you. You have never tried it, so you don't know. Even if you do it yourself, you may not be able to succeed?"
Grindelwald raised the flame.
Shawn grabbed the card tightly and said quickly and loudly.
"And he, he may have already had a failure experience, so he came back-and the real change, what if it has just begun?"
"Why don't you try it?"
Grindelwald walked over the flames and said indifferently: "Are you teaching me, Sean?"
He was shaken... Sean knew Grindelwald very well, and if the other party thought that there was no need to talk, this fire would not hesitate at all.
Xiao En was overjoyed, and continued: "How can I teach you, but the idea I put forward is indeed the most likely one, isn't it?"
"After all, whether it's him or you—the name is Gellert Grindelwald, isn't it?"
This flattery is loud enough... Sean looked at the other party nervously.
Grindelwald stood in the flames, he looked at Sean indifferently, and then suddenly laughed.
The flame retracted like a creature that completely obeyed his will, and the burned furniture and walls returned to their original shape in an instant.
Grindelwald sat back on the sofa again, with unstoppable admiration in his eyes.
"It's so interesting, Sean... Ha, if it were me, I would definitely take you in as a student, and, in the lesson of reading people's hearts, your first target is your teacher, right?"
"Very well, I am convinced by you."
Sean took a breath, he withdrew the spell, wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Thank you for your compliment, I just learned a little, but—"
He patted his clothes: "I really have a good relationship with him."
Sean smiled under Grindelwald's scrutiny: "Sir, you know, there are no parallel worlds, only time connected end to end. So, to me, you are him. To you, I am also me."
"What an interesting kid... Very good, you have my approval now, no matter how you look at it, your value is very high." Grindelwald said condescendingly.
"Oh, this is really good news." Sean finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Temporary good news," Grindelwald returned to his original appearance, "give me enough evidence, give me something more convincing."
"That's exactly what I want to do."
"Think? That means you haven't got it yet, well, you can get out."
Sean didn't just stay there, he turned around and left with all his hands spread out. When he reached the door, he asked, "Sir, I have a question, can I come and chat with you?"
"Okay. To show fairness, I'll ask you a question too." Grindelwald said.
"Of course."
"Capone, you should watch the whole process, why don't you help him?"
Sean shrugged: "Because the top priority is to get in touch with you first, just passing by a curse may not solve the fundamental problem."
"Good answer, well, you can roll."
"Goodbye, sir—by the way, I forgot to say, there is a bag at the door, and I put something in it."
Finally, Sean flew out of the old house.
The room was dark again, Grindelwald beckoned, and a bag flew over.
The bag was cast with a space extension spell, and when it was opened, there were precious red wines produced by various wineries, and of course the most famous butter beer in the wizarding world.
Next to it is a stack of booklets with prominent titles.
"Wizarding Demographics, 1880 to Present, Complete Edition."
Finally, a crooked stick wand.
Grindelwald sneered, he randomly picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth boldly.
"It's interesting..."
Godric's Hollow, a village where Muggles live, in the corner of an alley.
"This time, I want to see who will save you." David with a smirk led his followers to approach Capone who had nowhere to retreat.
Capone forcibly suppressed the magical power in his body, and then grabbed a thin wooden stick.
"It's as useless as you." David mocked the wooden stick that was almost thinner than a finger, and then reached out to grab it.
"Ah—" Capone closed his eyes ~IndoMTL.com~ and waved the wooden stick indiscriminately.
However, after swinging for a long time, he didn't feel that he touched anything. Instead, the wooden stick in his hand became lighter and lighter, and even became as light as a balloon.
He opened his eyes in panic, and then found that the wooden stick in his hand was floating, just like those bad kids who had been bullying him.
They float like fat balloons.
A handsome boy in a neat uniform is waving a small wooden stick, directing those "balloons" to go up and down.
"This...this is..." Capone took a step back in panic, and then his eyes lit up again.
Is that the same magical power that I once felt, he is the same as myself? !
At this time, Capone found that the tall and handsome boy finally noticed himself.
The other party smiled gently: "Hello, junior."