Chapter 62： idealistic prophecy

Sean, who was about to close the cabinet door by himself, paused for a while, and he secretly complained in his heart.

Knowing more about this kind of thing doesn't mean it's a good thing...

But he had no room for refusal, and Sean tried his best to keep a smile: "Okay, Mr. Grindelwald, if I can meet Professor Dumbledore..."

Grindelwald put his hands behind his back, and he bent down slightly, like a kind old man looking kindly at his junior.

"You just need to tell him that he is very thoughtful."

Dumbledore's thoughtfulness? Sean unconsciously thought about its meaning.

Is this sending a message to the old lover or confusing him? Why speak through me? Because of my identity in that unknown prophecy?

Grindelwald waved at him, and the door of the cabinet closed automatically.

"Looking forward to our next meeting, Sean." He left his last words.

Better not see... Sean, who was separated by the cabinet door, made a face without grace.

Then he sighed helplessly. When facing Grindelwald, he had nothing to do. The opponent was superior to him in terms of strength and experience.

This made Sean feel a deep sense of powerlessness.

Ha - I hate riddlers, especially riddlers who can type...

Outside the cabinet door, Grindelwald quietly watched the disappearing cabinet for a while, and the expression on his face became more and more pleasant.

He disappeared, and then reappeared in the office.

Inside, Vita was already waiting for him.

"Lord Grindelwald, according to your instructions, we have already dispatched additional staff around the families of those children."

Grindelwald nodded with satisfaction, and he leaned comfortably on the back of the chair: "I have to say, Albus still has his own opinions in these aspects."

Hearing Dumbledore's name, a complex light flashed in Vita's eyes, and she couldn't help but glance at Grindelwald with a leisurely expression, her eyes almost overflowing with admiration and enthusiasm.

Grindelwald just smiled gently, and he said indifferently, "Vita, you understand."

"I understand, Lord Grindelwald." Vita lowered her head immediately.

Grindelwald turned his chair and looked out the window: "My goals have never changed..."

Weta wondered, "Are the wizard's No-Maji family really worth our protection?"

"Vita, on the road to glory, any grievance can be tolerated." Grindelwald said slowly.

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald."

When Weta walked out of the office, Grindelwald stared out the window by himself for a long time.

"Albus, I'm also trying to understand what you mean by magic, love... Hehe," he chuckled, "Is this something Wallup has more than me?"

"Who knows..."

……

Sean waited quietly in the vanishing cabinet for a while, then pushed open the cabinet door and walked out.

Seeing the familiar furnishings in the Room of Requirement, he let out a long sigh and finally returned to Hogwarts.

It was only a few hours that had passed, but he felt as if several days had passed.

Walking out of the Room of Requirement, Sean saw an old man standing with his back on the corridor, as if he was admiring an oil painting.

It's Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore..." Sean called out softly.

Dumbledore immediately turned around, he showed a gentle smile, and then said apologetically, "Sean, I'm sorry, this was my mistake, and it almost caused you an accident."

Sean showed a wry smile: "Professor Dumbledore, today's journey is far from amazing."

"I understand, child. It's hard for you this time."

The two were silent for a while before Sean asked tentatively, "Professor, Mr. Grindelwald told me something."

Dumbledore nodded, he walked to Sean's side, and looked at Sean seriously with his light blue eyes: "I understand, according to Gellert's character, I can resemble what he said. . But I can tell you that the reason why that prophecy could not be said is simple."

His voice lowered a little: "The more people know and the more people believe, the greater the possibility that the prophecy will be fulfilled. For you, being at the center of the prophecy, your knowledge and recognition will speed up the prophecy. be realized."

So that's it... Sean frowned, prophecy still has this effect? Is this the embodiment of magical idealism?

He thought of another question and wondered, "Professor, is prophecy a bad thing?"

"Oh, good question, Sean," Dumbledore nodded at him, "It is precisely because we can't define whether the prophecy is good or bad that we decided not to let this prophecy spread."

"And you, Sean," Dumbledore's tone was very serious, and he stared deeply at Sean, "you are in a prophecy, and your words and deeds may change the real consequences of the prophecy."

"The real... consequence?" Sean became more and more confused.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded earnestly, and then a smile appeared in his eyes, "but at present, your performance has made my expectations come true."

"Me?" Sean laughed dryly He felt that he didn't do anything, it was just pure bad luck...

Dumbledore no longer mentioned the information about the prophecy. He led Sean to the side of the stairs and sat down.

"Oh, it's a little cold." He waved his hand.

When Sean followed his example and sat down on the stairs, the cold marble steps were already warm.

"Sean, I prefer this warm feeling to the cold." Dumbledore turned his head and smiled at him.

"Me too, sir." Sean nodded.

Dumbledore showed a satisfied look, and he clapped his hands: "Okay, Gellert must have let you speak, right?"

Sean was not at all surprised by the tacit understanding between Dumbledore and Grindelwald. The two had been fighting for so many years.

"Yes, professor, he said, you are very thoughtful."

"I knew..." Dumbledore showed a helpless look.

Although Sean was very curious, he did not ask, but Dumbledore said it himself: "I have arranged something by your family's side to notify me when they are in danger and protect them temporarily. safety.”

Sean's eyes widened: "Mr. Grindelwald said..."

"He arranged it, right?" Dumbledore sighed, "He really hasn't changed at all..."

Sean decided not to comment on this, this is the matter of their old couple...

After telling Dumbledore about Nurmengard's experience, he nodded: "I understand. In addition, please rest assured in the future that your family will never be in deep danger. This is my gift. Your promise."

"That couldn't be better, thank you, Professor."