Chapter 97： You can never guess Grindelwald's mind

"This vicious curse will even be inherited by blood. Every blood-cursed orc is a woman, and in the same way, the curse will flow in the blood of their daughters."

Sean nodded, and he glanced at Nagini: "So, she didn't mean to get close to me, because her essence is a human rather than an animal, right?"

"That's right," Dumbledore agreed with his point of view, and added, "To be precise, I need you to help me judge whether Nagini still has a trace of humanity."

"If you can attract her, then unfortunately, her human side has completely disappeared, she will be just an animal, whether it is body or soul, this is also the terrible place of blood curse, it curses people, curses The blood passed down also curses the soul."

Sean looked at Nagini with some sympathy. She turned into a snake and never came back. Those memories that belonged to humans were slowly eroded by the wildness of animals, and the remaining human consciousness in her soul would gradually blur. A kind of despair, only those who have experienced it can imagine it...

"Then can she change back? Professor, you just said that the blood-cursed orcs will eventually become animals permanently." Sean asked.

Nagini obviously followed Riddle for a long time, which means that it may have been ten or even decades since she turned into a snake. This is the end of what Dumbledore said about the blood-cursed orcs.

Dumbledore's expression became more serious: "It's very difficult, very difficult. In fact, I have been studying blood curses for a long time, and I'm not afraid of your jokes, child."

He shook his head: "I haven't found any spells that can lift the blood curse, I just got some information from the notes of some ancient potions masters, I have studied with Severus for a long time, and the formula obtained is not guaranteed to work. Totally valid."

"Professor, are you familiar with Nagini?" Sean asked, he naturally knew some news about Nagini, but for now, Dumbledore's words should prevail.

Dumbledore showed an expression of self-reproach: "Yes, we have known each other a long time ago, but due to some accidents, I didn't notice Nagini's disappearance at the time, and only recently discovered that Nagini was in Riddle. By my side. This time, killing Riddle is part of the plan, as is finding Nagini."

"I see." Sean nodded.

Dumbledore continued: "You saw it just now, didn't you? I supported Ori because he and Nagini used to be good friends, and he never gave up looking for Nagini over the years. For his own sake, I can't let him be too stimulated, so I have to let him go first."

"Credence is not so vulnerable anymore, and he will always know, Albus." Grindelwald interjected.

"But not now," Dumbledore said angrily.

Grindelwald spread his hands, not arguing as before.

Dumbledore cast a spell, and Nagini fell unconscious again.

"Sean, we will find a way to give Nagini preliminary treatment. At that time, we may still need your help..."

"Of course, Professor." Sean replied quickly.

Dumbledore smiled at him: "Thank you, child, of course, I won't affect your lessons."

Class... Dumbledore mentioned this, and Sean remembered a question.

He looked a little weird: "Professor Dumbledore, what about our next Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

"This is indeed a problem," Dumbledore patted his head with some headache, "I have to find a good candidate."

Grindelwald stood up straight, he stroked his short beard, and smiled: "I have one caveat."

"Okay, this is the end of our conversation." Dumbledore didn't even look at Grindelwald. "It's time for you to leave Hogwarts."

He turned to Sean with a gentle smile: "Sean, I'm sorry for delaying your sleep time, see you next time."

Sean looked at Grindelwald who didn't move his eyes, and nodded quickly: "Goodbye, Professor, good night."

As soon as he turned around, he heard Grindelwald's long voice: "Sean -- Wallup -- "

"Sir, you too, wish you good night." Sean laughed dryly, turned around and said good night again.

Grindelwald put on a smile again on his indifferent face, and said gently, "Sean, I'm sorry for delaying your sleep time, see you next time."

This old man... Sean nodded and left quickly.

Leaving the principal's office and passing the fourth floor, the big hole that Riddle had smashed was still there, and the sky was already a little bright outside. He carefully bypassed the collapsed floor, and Sean walked quickly towards the lounge.

Gently returning to the bedroom, Sean sank into the soft bed.

"Huh—" He let out a slight but extremely satisfied sigh, and then fell asleep all of a sudden.

……

"Where is this?"

When Sean woke up, he found that he had slept in another place.

Ravenclaw's soft four-poster bed was gone, and his body was covered with white linen sheets, and with the furnishings he had seen, Sean quickly realized that he was in the school's ward.

"What the hell..." Sean looked at the head of the bed, where gifts and candies were piled up into a hill, with a lot of cards interspersed in them.

"Oh, you're awake, boy, how are you feeling?" Madam Pomfrey came in.

"I'm fine, ma'am, is this?"

"It seems like what Albus said, you're fine, so I can rest assured."

She handed over a card: "Professor Dumbledore asked me to pass it on to you."

Professor Dumbledore? Sean took the card and unfolded it suspiciously.

Dear Sean: Here's a little thought of mine I'd love to make it up like this--but I've been thinking about it, and Albus can't do it, so I'm going with Tell the truth.

Apparently, Albus had no plans to stay with me for the night. In desperation, I could only find a place to shelter my poor old man. After all, the nights in Scotland are too cold.

Thank you, Sean, your quilt is clean and warm.

Then I changed you a place. After all, after fighting the wicked Dark Lord, injuries are inevitable...

Besides, those gifts are from your admirers and friends, and although the events of last night should be kept as a secret, the great white wizard Albus Dumbledore said: secrets always spread like wildfire .

Don't thank me, remember to enjoy it.

Another: I took all the Bibi Duo Beans, and I still have a use.

The signature on the card was Albus Dumbledore. After Sean read it, the handwriting twisted a bit and turned into a wild continuous signature.

Gellert Grindelwald.

Sean: "..."

"..."

"...!"

This old man's head was definitely licked by a troll!

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