Chapter 196： find troublesome grindelwald

In the office, a thin layer of ice was formed on the two-story lattice windows. The bonfire was burning brightly, but the temperature was colder than the night in the end of November in Austria.

Grindelwald's wand trembled, and it seemed to sense the wrath of its master.

"Albus..." Grindelwald said, "Your speculation doesn't seem to be reliable?"

Dumbledore's expression was solemn, his lips pressed together tightly.

At first, although the two were anxious about Sean's disappearance, they were not too worried. Very simply, Sean hides the most terrifying devil in his body. Once Sean dies, the guilt called 'arrogance' will rage on the earth.

These days, the wizarding world has been calm and no terrible disaster has happened, which proves from another perspective that Sean is not in danger.

Dumbledore speculates that Sean may be trapped in a corner of the castle. For thousands of years, even a wizard with the position of headmaster could not fully discover the secrets of the castle.

Grindelwald was even very relaxed, and he felt that Sean might have encountered some secret and was getting some kind of benefit from it.

But it was impossible to find anyone. After negotiating, Grindelwald used his prophetic ability.

However, what they didn't expect was that a scene appeared in Grindelwald's prophetic ability, which was the scene of Sean lying on the ground with blood on his face just now.

Things are going big...

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't speak, Grindelwald snorted coldly: "Albus, it seems that your principal is not competent enough. You don't even know that your student was kidnapped?"

He waved his hand, and another picture emerged.

It was a man with a hood, his face could not be seen clearly, he had bare feet and a gloomy expression.

"Gellert," Dumbledore finally spoke, his eyes were solemn and his expression complicated, "We are not sure yet, the relationship between that person and Sean."

Grindelwald snorted heavily: "Albus, you and I have known each other for so long that you can't even figure out the symbolism of the prophecy?! Sean is in danger, and that person is the source of the danger! Hmph, the world's most Great wizard, Albus Dumbledore, use your brain!"

He walked to the scene that appeared in the air: "Typical medieval ascetic wizard costumes, hum, I know that these old things are not dead-"

Dumbledore didn't know what he was thinking. He looked at the ground and said slowly, "I'm not sure if Sean was kidnapped by them."

"Yeah, then tell me, how did a wizard with phoenix feather shelter and a group of terrifying magical creatures suffer from such a predicament?" Grindelwald said sarcastically.

He raised his head and looked at the hooded man, his eyes cold: "A bunch of dead idiots, still dreaming their stupid dreams, hum, layout for a thousand years, such a big hand-"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, his tone was gloomy and cold: "I want to see, if you cut off all your hands and feet, what else can you do..."

Dumbledore frowned: "Gellert, don't be impulsive."

"Impulsive?" Grindelwald chuckled, "I just went to chat with their descendants, I think—"

He showed an expression of sudden realization: "If I tell them that their ancient ancestors who died a thousand years ago are now getting up in another way, what will their expressions be?"

"I also have to tell them that among you descendants, some of you who have inherited the last wishes of the ancients have been working in secret, in order to save my heir - Albus, you don't like the word? Well, then, for the sake of world peace, To prevent 'Pride' from waking up, I have to find out that trick-or-treater—"

"Unfortunately, as a lousy old man half footed into the grave, I, Gellert Grindelwald, are too old to have the strength to reason—no way, I can only take all your Everyone was arrested and tortured with the Imperius Curse and Crucifixion."

"Albus, what do you think of this rhetoric, is it kind and generous?" Grindelwald smiled happily, but the anger in his eyes kept burning.

Dumbledore looked at the other party solemnly: "Gellert, you are too impulsive, the people behind the scenes are not necessarily among those people, and once you make a move, it is an enemy of the entire wizarding world-you want to Understand one thing, now, the upper ranks of the wizards of the world are still under their actual control."

Grindelwald smiled contemptuously: "Control? Albus, times have long since changed, those who call themselves nobles, what else are there other than the magic and Galleon left over? I stood up again and shouted to rule the Muggles, and they were still willing to help me if I showed strength; if I bent over and was willing to be the headmaster of the school, those guys should come to the parent conference with their heads up - how boring...  …”

After the word "rule Muggles" popped up, Dumbledore's expression became more serious: "Gellert, put away your thoughts."

Grindelwald smiled indifferently: "Albus, we used to be so obsessed with power, don't you understand? Power is such a thing that only when you reach the top will it not be restricted."

Anger rose in Dumbledore's eyes: "Gellert..."

Grindelwald chuckled, and finally raised his brows indifferently: "Forget it, since I have promised you, I will still keep the promise - but the question now is, what should Sean do?"

Dumbledore did not speak.

"Look, there's nothing you can do, and the great Albus Dumbledore is not omnipotent..." Grindelwald beckoned, those illusory scenes returned to the crystal ball like mist, his wand Floating into his hands, "and cruel, unruly Gellert Grindelwald always had some unflattering but working ideas."

"Crack!" After a loud explosion, Grindelwald disappeared.

There was only Dumbledore left in the office, he looked at the crystal ball, a look of doubt flashed in his lake blue eyes.

...

In Greece, a figure suddenly appeared beside the fountain in the square of a small village.

That's Grindelwald.

He sneered after waving his wand casually a few times before wandering around to a townhouse.

The narrow wall in the middle of the townhouse trembled, and gradually, the houses on both sides began to move outwards, and the sleeping owner in the house didn't notice it at all.

A new house appeared in the middle, and Grindelwald walked up the stairs casually. He waved his wand and opened the door with ease.

He was as relaxed and comfortable as he was returning to his own home.

The decorations in the room are all in a typical ancient Greek style. After walking through a spacious corridor, Grindelwald came to a bedroom.

With a loud bang, a bony little creature appeared in front of him. He had big bulging eyes, huge ears like bat wings, and was only wrapped in a worn pillowcase.

It stretched out a long finger and said a few words to Grindelwald aggressively.

It was modern Greek mixed with some ancient Greek words.

Grindelwald shook his head: "Your master doesn't even teach you English?"

The house-elf didn't see any movement from Grindelwald, and felt his body turn into a stone.

He fell to the ground stiffly and watched helplessly as the man who suddenly broke in walked into his master's bedroom.

Soon, he heard a terrified sound in the bedroom.

He wanted to rescue his master, but the intruder's magic was so powerful that not even a house elf could break free.

In the bedroom, a middle-aged man with a full beard opened his eyes in surprise and horror.

Speaking in blunt Greek accented English, he shouted in disbelief: "G, Mr. Grindelwald?!"

Grindelwald smiled: "Flajos, it looks like you still remember me."

Vlajos swallowed hard, and he said tremblingly, "Mr. Grindelwald, I don't know what you have to do with me. My father died more than ten years ago."

"Of course I knew that old Vlajos used to be a good subordinate, he was shrewd and brave, so when he offered to retire from the Saints I graciously promised him - oh, not being able to attend his funeral I have some regrets, but we have more important things to do now."

"You, please say it." Vlahos stammered.

His father had played for Grindelwald, and after Grindelwald founded Nurmengard, Vlajos the Elder decided that their leader had betrayed his original beliefs, and he chose to quit.

Vlajos remembers his father yelling at Grindelwald when he was drunk, thinking he was a timid, unprincipled renegade.

Of course, I only dare to talk about it behind my back. Vlahos had seen Grindelwald when he was a child, and he would never forget the terrifying magic of the other party.

The thunderstorm cloud that covered the sky became a nightmare in Vlahos's heart - he watched the three people being smashed to ashes by the lightning that came out of the thunderstorm cloud.

Why is Grindelwald coming to me now... It was discovered that my father spoke ill of him during his lifetime? ! Do you want to suffer anger for this? !

Vlajos shivered slightly, making him look even older than Grindelwald.

Grindelwald didn't care about the other party's attitude. He sat on the living chair in the bedroom as if he was familiar, and then raised his legs.

"Flajos, I need you to do me a favor."

"Please speak."

"Flajos... I know who your ancestors are..." Grindelwald smiled, he waved his hand, the flames ignited, and a name appeared in the air.

Mopsos.

Flahoth's pupils shrank violently, how did Grindelwald know? !

Mopsos, a famous prophet and wizard in ancient Greece, after thousands of years, their Vlahos family is the purest descendant of Mopsos blood.

No one knows their true identities except for a few families and themselves who are also inherited from the ancient Greek powerful wizards.

Grindelwald smiled, he exchanged his sitting position easily, and said softly: "Flahos, my request is very simple, take me to meet those people - those who, like your family, have inherited The ancient family of ancient wizards. Ha, it's so good for you to hide, it's okay, I know you."

Vlahos swallowed hard. These families have an agreement, not to reveal their true identities to each other, nor to reveal those hidden addresses.

This agreement is witnessed by spells. Although it is not as powerful as those ancient spells, if it is violated, he will suffer considerable punishment.

Vlajos lowered his head, rolled his eyes a few times, and finally decided to answer honestly.

"Mr. Grindelwald, you should be able to understand that our ancient families are bound by magic spells. I can't tell others about other families, let alone addresses..."

He unconsciously took on an imploring tone.

Grindelwald held his chin and thought for a while, then said softly: "It's true, I thought about this before I came here, it's really a big burden for you..."

Vlahos wiped the sweat from his forehead and said with a smirk, "It would be better if you can understand..."

"That's not what I meant, Vlajos," Grindelwald interrupted with a smile, but the coldness in his eyes made people shudder, "I'm asking you to take me there—at the cost of your life."

Vlahos' face suddenly turned pale.

...

Hogwarts, basement level.

At the entrance and exit of the stone room, Sean, who had been leaning against the wall, stood up straight. To be honest, it was a bit difficult to find an excuse to hide this experience...

Professor Dumbledore has become a fine person. Even with Occlumency, Sean suspects that even if the other party does not need Legilimency, he can find out that he is lying...

uh...it's kind of hard...

Sean, with some toothache, looked at the entrance At this time, there should be no one in the lounge. If you go out, there is a high probability that you will not be found... But how do you make an excuse?

Otherwise, say that he passed out in a coma, didn't know anything, and then appeared in the castle?

Isn't this excuse a bit lame...

There is no good way to do it, Sean decides to be a living horse doctor. If he is found, he will tell the whole story...

He hissed against the wall, and after a burst of white light, the stone door opened again.

Sean stuck his head out, it was already midnight, and the Slytherin common room was really empty.

He tiptoed out, then quickly slipped out of the Slytherin lounge.

Shawn breathed a sigh of relief when he stepped on the slate floor of the castle again, and then walked towards the professor's office.

Gee, I don't know if this excuse is useful...