Chapter 372： pick up a genius

"You, hello... Junior, why did you call me Junior? This, this gentleman." Capone swallowed nervously.

But a voice in his little heart shouted excitedly: he is like me, he is my kind.

"Oh, don't be so polite, my name is Sean Wallop, just call me Sean, and another thing—yes, just as you think." Capone saw the handsome boy elegantly Take back the stick.

David's **** were still floating in the sky. Strangely, several of them could only shout in fear, but couldn't say anything else.

"The same as what I thought? You, can you see what I think?!" Capone covered his mouth in horror.

Sean spread his hands: "Actually, you don't need magic to read your mind, I must say, obviously."

"Magic... You mean, my kind of-talent, is magic?" Capone immediately grabbed the key word.

"Oh, you think that's talent?" Sean smiled, "I'll have to explain a lot to you, I thought you would hate that kind of power."

"But Dad told me not to show it..."

Sean walked up to the other party: "This is indeed a big question... Would you mind giving me your hand?"

Capone hesitated for a while, glanced at the floating guys, and finally handed out his hand.

Such a powerful person can't resist what he wants to do to himself, right?

Sean held the opponent's hand, and soon sensed a familiar, weak force.

He frowned slightly, and sure enough, Silent is already in the process of forming.

Sean now also has a lot of understanding of the silence. If the other party's silence has been fully formed, there is absolutely no way to separate that thing with his own strength.

However, at present, there is only one seed in the other party's body, and it is still the one that has not been firmly rooted. It is not a big problem if you spend some time.

Looking at Sean's expression, Capone became slightly nervous, and he even regretted it a little - he should have wiped the sweat off his hands before reaching out.

After Sean frowned slightly, he became more and more flustered, and finally he couldn't help but stammered and asked, "Sir, am I, am I not qualified enough?"

"Huh? Why do you say that?" Sean let go of his hand with a smile.

"Sir, you said junior... Then it proves that people with this talent should have a certain scale, and also formed a model of teachers teaching students, and even schools? Then, that you should come to check on me. Is there an inspector with admission qualifications or any position—Sir, did I fail? I, I think I am still young, and there is still room for growth." Capone said a lot like a cannonball, in his eyes Anxiety and longing could not be concealed.

pretty smart...

Sean didn't play with children's hobbies, he smiled slightly: "Actually not. You and I are the same kind of people, that is, wizards, that magical talent is called magic, just like you see and feel - and after you're eleven, you're eligible for the best wizarding school, Hogwarts."

The words "Wizard" and "Hogwarts" made Capone's breath heavy uncontrollably, and he rubbed his hands together in embarrassment and anticipation: "Really? Really?"

"Yes, but before that, there are a few issues that need to be resolved." Sean pouted at the floating bad kids, "How do you want to treat them?"

Capone's breathing became more rapid, he lowered his head, and after a while he raised his head again, his eyes burning.

"Mr Wallup, can I do it myself?"

"Of course, please."

Capone clenched the wooden stick in his hand, and he walked towards those few people step by step, faster and faster.

"Bang!" Even when Sean looked at it, he felt that a bit of a savage stick slammed into the **** of David, the bad boy headed by him.

David let out a miserable groan, and tears flowed unconsciously.

Capone slapped it hard again, and then did the same to several other followers.

Presumably weak, he gasped in place after doing all this, then turned his back to Sean and shrugged his shoulders.

Sean just watched all this silently and didn't speak.

After a while, Capone turned around.

He dropped the stick in his hand, and the tears on his face were wiped clean.

"Thank you, Mr. Wallup."

Sean raised his brows with interest: "Is that so?"

"Yes, that's it." Capone nodded seriously, "That's enough."

"If you read it right, they have been bullying you since childhood."

"Yes, but not in the future... Mr. Wallup, please teach me magic!" Capone bowed so hard that his head almost touched his knees.

The mind is unexpectedly mature, and there is no fake disguise, tsk, seems to have found a treasure...

Sean didn't say much, he nodded, then waved his wand at will.

Several crying bad boys suddenly widened their eyes, and the curved pig tails came out of their buttocks.

Capone watched in shock, then looked at Sean's wand with curiosity and admiration.

"It's called a magic wand, and you'll have one when you go to school. By the way, do you know why I do this?"

Capone hesitated for a while, he now regarded Sean as the person who needed to be treated with the most seriousness in the past ten years, and after a while he replied: "Because they made a mistake?"

"Smart, Capone. I punish them not because you are wizards and they are Muggles, but because they make mistakes and they are punished." Sean led the little boy out of the alley.

Capone thought about it for a while, and then kept this sentence firmly in his heart - whether a wizard or a Muggle, if you make a mistake, you should be punished... What is a Muggle, someone who doesn't understand magic?

After walking out of the alley, Capone glanced back and said with some concern, "Sir, are you going to let them in like this?"

"Don't worry, they won't remember what happened today - and they should be busy looking for the hospital to cut their tails for the next year, so they shouldn't have a chance to trouble you again."

As Sean spoke, he took Capone to a small dirt **** in the distance.

"Actually, you still have a problem to solve, but it's not a big problem. During this time, I will come over often and help you solve some problems by the way - well, you should feel a little bit yourself, such as When others bully you, you will have all kinds of negative emotions rising, and the power in your body is a bit uncontrollable."

Listening to Sean's words, Capone was a little puzzled: "I'm really angry, but it doesn't seem like the uncontrollable feeling you said..."

This time, it was Sean's turn to be surprised. Even if it was not fully formed, the power of even a small seed was far superior to that of a little wizard.

You know, there are only two silent ones who have lived past ten years, one Aurelius and one Daisy.

Sean's state is a little weirder, no.

"Tell me about your feelings." Sean became more interested now.

Capone looked down at his hands hesitantly, and muttered: "I knew from a young age that I was different from David and the others, but my father said that I couldn't expose this power, or I would be sent to prison..."

Sean raised his eyebrows in surprise: "How old are you, how old were you when you first felt it?"

Capone hesitated for a while: "I felt it when I was very young... Probably when I couldn't walk well, as long as I wanted, I could make the apples on the table fly over... My dad cried and laughed when he knew, And since I was a child, I was told not to be exposed in the town..."

Could it be that I have also picked up a magic genius...

"Hand out, I'll take a look."

After another closer inspection, it was Sean's turn to marvel.

He was still surprised before that Capone has been bullied for so long, and he has been suppressing his magical power, but the silence in his body has only a seed that is not deeply rooted.

Now it seems that silently seems to be partially restricted by powerful magic.

Yes, this child is only ten years old, and the source of magic power in his body is terrifying. Sean even suspects that many wizards do not have so much magic power when they are adults, and Capone still has a lot of room to grow.

Really found a treasure...

"You're a genius, if I'm not mistaken," Sean said bluntly.

"Huh?" Capone almost fell to his knees.

I have been bullied by people who don't know magic since I was a child. Just like that, I am still a genius?

"I know it's hard for you to understand, but when you really start to study systematically, you will understand it yourself." Sean said with his hands behind his back.

Capone nodded ignorantly, thinking to himself whether wizards like to speak so inscrutable.

Sean pointed to a house in the distance: "Do you know there?"

"Well, Ms. Bathilda's house, I go to send her ingredients or something every three days."

"Do me a favor, go there once a day, I'll prepare the ingredients for you, and I'll explain the situation from your father's side—if a cool-looking old man comes out to stare at you, don't be afraid, He won't hurt you." Sean ordered.

Capone took the words to heart and nodded vigorously.

"Oh, by the way, if the old man wants to teach you something, don't hesitate to learn it."

"Ah? Don't you say, sir, that you can't start learning magic until you're eleven?"

"That's it... But how stupid is it not to take advantage of it? Don't worry, it won't do you any harm." Sean smiled.

"Hand out, you can start solving the problem today..."

...

The next day, when Capone passed by with a large bag of things, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Although he was young, he wasn't stupid—the man who could be treated like that by Mr. Wallup must also be a wizard.

No wonder he feels a little strange every time he comes to this yard...

There was a knock on the door, and old Bathilda came tremblingly and opened the door.

"Oh, little Capone, didn't you just deliver it yesterday?"

"Ma'am, a gentleman named Sean Wallup, he asked me to bring you things every day, and I'll help you move in?" Capone said.

"Oh, oh, that boy Sean, he's such a caring man—you've worked hard too, little Capone," said old Bathilda shiveringly.

"Please don't be polite to me, ma'am."

When Capone put everything away and was about to leave, a figure stood at the top of the stairs at some point.

It's the cool and handsome old man that Mr. Wallop called... Capone reacted immediately.

He thought of Sean's instructions, and immediately stood up straight like a soldier in training.

The scary eyes look more scary than the personable Mr. Wallop...

"Uninteresting little trick..." Capone heard the man say lightly, and then walked back upstairs.

"Huh..." Capone carefully exhaled a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and left the scene after saying goodbye.

so scary... so scary...

At this time, Sean was looking for someone.

He didn't help Capone because of Grindelwald Jr. He did feel the breath of silence, and couldn't stand the bullying bastards.

But it was Sean's idea to let Capone deliver.

The fact that Grindelwald mentions the kid by name shows that he's been paying attention—he wants to fix the problems, but he doesn't.

This shows that little Grindelwald is very dissatisfied with the current state of the world.

So, let him feel the changes in the world first...

Of course, this is just a little trick, the key point is to let little Grindelwald untie that knot.

Why did the future self imprison him and replace him, but did not do better.

And the key point is obviously in the old Grindelwald...

"Damn, I can't find anyone. Did he directly imprison himself in order to avoid the will of the world?" Sean, who had been looking for a circle on the basement floor of Nurmengard, muttered in a low voice.

Although old Grindelwald lost his memory, it should be easy to understand all this with his IQ, otherwise he would not take the initiative to take the invisibility cloak to cover himself.

The question is, where did he hide himself?

The Invisibility Cloak is so big that it is not a big problem to cover two people, one big and one small. Sean is going to talk to old Grindelwald under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak.

Who knows, he searched for a long time in Nurmengard, but could not find the other party.

Searching for nothing, Sean was about to go back when he heard footsteps in the distance.

He waved his wand and disappeared into the surrounding environment.

The person who came was a glamorous and elegant woman, who was the second principal of Nurmengard, as well as the hard-core confidant of the first principal, Vita Rozier.

Professor Rozier, since Grindelwald announced that she would create a new world, she has become younger and younger, how does it feel that this professor still has a heart for Grindelwald... Sean muttered silently in his heart.

Professor Rozier walked to the center of the corridor. She didn't look in the direction of Sean, but she called out Sean's name directly.

"Sean, Lord Grindelwald informed me, I know you are here."

ha? Sean gave a question mark.

Rozier continued to speak loudly: "He told me that he is currently in a difficult situation. However, there are many situations that require him to judge, so - he asked you to help."

"Ha...?!" Sean revealed his figure.