Chapter 380： The will of the world is awakening

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Looking at the back of Sean who had turned and left, Capone had a hesitant look in his eyes.

He looked down at the Christmas present he had planned to give Melanie.

The rough box has been given a new look, and the packaging looks elegant and sophisticated.

It's magic, magic I've dreamed of... The first thought that popped into Capone's mind was this.

He was even a little annoyed, why didn't he carefully watch Mr. Wallup's movements when he cast the magic?

However, this thought was quickly suppressed by the things that had been crammed into my mind.

Capone glanced hesitantly at the gift in his hand, suddenly wondering if he should give it away.

In fact, he is not quite sure of his own ideas, or rather, he has too many ideas.

Of course he knew that Melanie was fine...

The two have grown up together since childhood. She won't laugh at herself because she wears inappropriate old clothes, she won't look down on herself because she has been swallowing her voice, and she won't bully herself with David's bad boys.

She is nice to herself...

Because of his experience from childhood to adulthood, Capone matured earlier than other children, and because of this, he knew himself clearly.

He is inferior.

The appearance of Mr. Wallup broke all of this. Capone began to look forward to that mysterious and unknown world, to a better life and a better self, and also to... Began to look forward to Melanie.

But as he learned more about that world, Capone hesitated again.

He learned that his father was a Squib, born in the wizarding world but could not be a wizard.

Capone couldn't forget how happy and excited his father was when Mr. Wallup talked to his father, and his envy.

Father is envious of himself...

He couldn't forget that his father drank a lot that night and told himself a lot about the magical world.

Father mentioned a lot of the difference between the wizarding world and the ordinary world, yes, the difference between Squibs and wizards is so big, so what about Muggles and wizards?

Capone didn't know what he was hesitating about, but he knew he was worried.

If, if Melanie knew that she was a wizard, a different species from her... would she still treat herself with the attitude she is now?

Will she look at herself with frightened eyes?

Capone felt like he couldn't take it when he thought of that image.

But Mr. Wallup, the man who brought great change and even hope to his life, encouraged himself...but he also gave himself a choice.

Capone sighed and looked out to Ms. Bathilda's yard.

Mr. Wallup bowed slightly and was talking to Ms. Bathilda who had just opened the door.

From this side, Capone could see Mr. Wallup's gentle, polite smile.

If only he could be like Mr. Wallup, he wouldn't have such troubles, would he?

...

"Oh, oh, Sean, thank you for your Christmas present," said old Bathilda shakily.

"You're welcome, ma'am, I like your gift too." Sean said with a smile.

"You like it. Gellert is upstairs..."

Sean nodded, and after helping old Bathilda back to the living room, he walked up to the second floor lightly.

"Dong Dongdong." He knocked on the door.

Little Grindelwald did not speak, but the door opened a gap of its own.

Sean pushed open the door and walked in: "Good afternoon, sir, and Merry Christmas."

Little Grindelwald sat on the only chair in the room, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand, which he was pouring into his mouth without any image.

Sean looked around, waved his wand, and the empty wine bottle in the room floated up and twisted into a chair.

Little Grindelwald raised his eyelids, and then let out a sneer: "You smell like an Infernal Corpse—you went to see him? Ha, what's the deal?"

Sean sat on the chair and smelled his robe. He rushed over and didn't change the robe. He just dried it with magic. He didn't expect that Grindelwald could smell the so-called Infernal Corpse, and he still smelled it. It's quite normal...

"Yes, I went to him," Sean gave up his search for the so-called Infernal Corpse, and admitted generously, then changed the subject, "However, instead of discussing, I got a solution, I am to inform him."

Little Grindelwald's eyes narrowed slightly, and his smile looked happy and sarcastic: "The way - it seems that you really did your best."

Sean shrugged: "This has been my only goal lately. Whether it's for you, or for me and the rest of the world, this problem needs to be solved."

"What a kind and kind man," Little Grindelwald licked his lips. "Come on, tell me what you have come up with."

"Consistency..." Sean gushed about the method of making two Grindelwalds "one".

After he finished speaking, little Grindelwald touched his stubble, looking thoughtful.

After a long time, he said: "It's a very smart idea. If you do as you say, then there is a high probability of success - oh, the crisis in the world has been lifted like this~"

Little Grindelwald's smile gradually became presumptuous, and Sean looked at him without speaking.

"Why don't you talk, my child, I have approved your idea, and the success rate is very high." Grindelwald smiled happily.

Sean spread his hands: "Approval does not mean acceptance. Obviously, sir, you are not prepared to cooperate with him."

Little Grindelwald was happier: "You are really smart, although there is a huge loophole in that plan - I don't want to cooperate with you, you are very accurate."

Sure enough... Sean pouted.

Little Grindelwald seemed very happy to see Sean's expression, he said leisurely: "Sean, you underestimate the power of time. Yes, you are right, I am Grindelwald, he Also Grindelwald, we are essentially one person."

"It's just," his eyes suddenly turned cold, "I've been imprisoned for nearly a hundred years, but I haven't seen a better world, I haven't seen my fulfilled ideal - I'm very dissatisfied, because I It's Grindelwald."

Sean sighed silently, almost as he imagined.

Grindelwald is such a piss...

Little Grindelwald was still talking: "It can be seen that you really want to convince me that the wine I like, the development of the wizarding world in the past century, the so-called prosperity that makes people look a little happy. By the way, also With that kid named Capone, it's kind of interesting for you to think—"

"It's just that I don't need a healed silencer, I need a world where silence will never be born again, Sean, answer me, if I become one with him, can it be done?"

Little Grindelwald raised the bottle to him: "It can't be done, right? Oh, to the world."

Sean looked at each other with emotion.

Little Grindelwald was not even twenty years old when he was imprisoned. Although he was Grindelwald, he was obviously more idealistic - and that's why idealists are more angry when their dreams are shattered.

Let's talk about evidence.

Sean stood up: "Sir, I know it's almost impossible to convince you."

"It's good to know, let's go, Merry Christmas." Little Grindelwald waved his hand, looking like he was seeing off guests directly.

Sean didn't move, but took out a bottle: "So I choose to let you convince yourself."

The moment Sean took out the memory bottle, little Grindelwald's eyes changed.

His eyes became sharp and dangerous, mixed with deep anger.

"Sir, this is his memory—well, from 1996," Sean said truthfully.

Little Grindelwald snorted coldly, and the chill gradually dissipated.

"I dare not say that I can understand your feelings, after all, I haven't experienced it... But I think you should take a look at this memory, maybe you can get an answer, or you think he can't convince you , you will maintain the status quo, and there will be no loss to you, right?"

Sean said quickly while observing the other party's expression.

No one knew Grindelwald better than Grindelwald, and he felt that the other party would not refuse.

This person likes to chase after the truth, and doesn't like to have his own destiny controlled - no matter what his attitude towards his future self, he will not refuse this memory.

The chill continued in the room for a while, and little Grindelwald threw away the red wine bottle in his hand and stood up.

"I'll give you a chance, but if this thing doesn't convince me, then don't come to me again - let's usher in a new world in 1996."

After saying this, he immediately disappeared in place.

"Huh..." Although Sean felt that he was quite sure, he had to admit that he was still a little worried that if little Grindelwald didn't cooperate at all...

He turned into black smoke and got out of the window, and quickly came to the dilapidated old house of Dumbledore.

Pushing aside Dumbledore's former bedroom, sure enough, little Grindelwald was already waiting inside.

Looking at the other person with indifferent eyes, Sean didn't say much nonsense, and took out the Pensieve he had already prepared.

He handed the memory bottle to the other party and consciously exited the room.

In the room, little Grindelwald held up the memory bottle without any extra thinking and no extra hesitation.

He uncorked the bottle, put in the memory, and buried his head.

Outside the room, Sean leaned against the moldy and peeling wall in the corridor, kicking the wall with his heels, while listening intently to the movement in the room.

No sound... Sean licked his lips.

As time passed by, even Sean, who was already mentally prepared, was a little anxious at this time.

What kind of memory did the future Grindelwald leave behind, and how did that memory convince little Grindelwald...

Just as Sean was thinking, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body, and he shuddered.

An indescribable but absolutely unforgettable wave passed through Sean's heart.

This is... a precursor to the awakening of the will of the world!

Sean walked quickly to the window and looked up at the sky.

The originally clear sky suddenly turned black, and a heavy rain seemed to be brewing.

Come on... Sean's eyes narrowed.

This is the influence that both Dumbledore and future Grindelwald will refer to!

The sight this time was not as good as the one when old Grindelwald just realized the truth, but far more than the time when Dumbledore checked the memory of those hundred years!

Sean's breathing quickened involuntarily.

Dumbledore's old house was enchanted. Although it is not as good as the concealment ability of the Invisibility Cloak, it can cover it up to a certain extent, but the will of the world still fluctuates to such a degree!

Both Dumbledore and Grindelwald said the impact this time would not be small, but within a manageable range.

But looking at the current posture, Sean couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart.

Although Dumbledore and Grindelwald are wise and powerful, they are not wizard gods after all...

Moreover, Sean found that the so-called controllable... This controllable contrast is the worst case, that is, the will of the world is directly awakened and the process of the world is modified.

"Hoo...hope there won't be something that can't be solved..." Sean whispered to himself.

At this time, all over the world, wizards, magical creatures with magical powers, and Muggles with a sensitive sixth sense all looked to the sky.

"It's here again...the previous situation..." A wizard muttered to himself in horror.

"What's wrong with the world..." A wizard anxiously discussed with his companions.

The magical animals began to return to the nest in groups, and the animals that lived in groups shivered slightly and huddled together.

In the castle, the professor and students who were arranging Christmas decorations all looked up, and then looked at their companions in horrorHermione grabbed Daisy's hand, and both of them had eyes on them. worried.

In the solitary temple floating in the sky, many figures floating in black robes all raised their heads.

"It started again..."

"I have a feeling that this is inseparable from Grindelwald..."

In the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore, who was pondering, looked out the window, his eyes lit up, and he whispered to himself, "Sean, you found it..."

On the gloomy island in the middle of the lake, the air was lifted to a corner, and one eye was exposed. Grindelwald hooked the corner of his mouth: "I'm about to start preparing..."

On the side of Godric's Valley, Capone looked at the big tree not far away and took a deep breath.

He pulled the ribbon that Sean had conjured for him.

The exquisite packaging box was twisted for a while, returning to its original rough and simple appearance.

But Capone just clenched the box and smiled.

The exquisite packaging did not disappear in the twist, but expanded and expanded, and finally turned into a thick book.

Hogwarts: A School History.

Capone opened it in surprise, and there was a card on the title page.

"Merry Christmas, Capone, and may we always be good - your friend, Sean Wallup."

"Mr. Wallup..." Capone winked hard.

He took a deep breath and wiped his eyes.

After a sunny smile, he walked firmly towards the distant tree.

Just as he took a step, he looked up at the sky.

That feeling came again... Is time going to disappear again...

Capone's eyes widened, he had indeed prayed for time to disappear before...but not now!