I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

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Looking at the old man standing up slowly, Sean's breathing became uncontrollably rapid. Although Dumbledore had said as early as in the summer letter that he would inform the prophecy at the right time, Sean was still a little excited and uneasy at this time.

He has guessed the content of the prophecy many times by himself. It may be vague, but the key point must point to himself.

What role will he, Sean Wallup, play in the prophecy?

Dumbledore stood up, he did not speak for the first time, his hands were crossed in front of his belly, and he quietly stared at the night sky with lake blue eyes.

On the wall, the portraits of Hogwarts headmasters of the past generations also became serious. They all sat upright, and the wizards who pretended to sleep after Dumbledore returned also opened their eyes and moved closer.

"Sean," Dumbledore finally said, his voice as usual, gentle, steady, full of reassuring feeling, "Have you learned anything about prophecy or divination?"

Sean pondered for a while and said softly: "I have bought some books, which mentioned that divination is a branch of magic, generally foreseeing the future through some kind of ritual or tool, or gathering insights from past, present and future events. But, professor, you said, that prophecy, the more people believe, the more it will come true, I have never heard of such a statement..."

Dumbledore didn't answer his question, he smiled and said: "In fact, I always think that divination is a very imprecise subject, and it needs to improve a person's perception and logical thinking ability through a specific way of thinking and concentration. to gain insights into different events, phenomena, details, emotions and thoughts.”

He seemed a little hungry, and after opening the drawer, he took out a can of zizi bee candy, and then took one in his mouth before continuing: "Pay attention to the word I use, 'opinion', yes, I have always thought of prophecy It’s a lot of information about a future development that doesn’t necessarily happen — predicting the future is very difficult because the causal relationships of people’s behavior are always complex and variable.”

"However, people are often trapped in prophecies, and then believe what they want to believe or have to believe..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Everyone is so special, but the same vulgarity, including me."

Sean listened to all this quietly, and suddenly he realized that Dumbledore looked so old.

"Sean, do you know why, the content of this prophecy has not been spread?" Dumbledore asked.

"Because the more people believe, the prophecy will come true. This is what you and Mr. Grindelwald told me." Sean replied doubtfully.

"Why?" he asked, and then immediately asked himself, "Because this prophecy covers an entire era..." ωwW.8⑦7zω.còΜ

Encompassing the entire era... Sean's pupils contracted violently.

Dumbledore finally finished eating the candy, he showed a satisfied expression, and then walked slowly in front of Sean.

"Come on, boy, we're going to get into my memory, and you'll find it's not only vivid in detail, but accurate—"

Sean followed him to a shallow, metallic silver basin, and even though he had never used it, Sean knew immediately what it was: a Pensieve.

The mouth of the Pensieve is engraved with runes and other mystical symbols. The basin was filled with a silvery substance that, like the cloud, was both liquid and gaseous.

Dumbledore took out his wand and pointed it on his temple. A flocculent silver wire was slowly pulled out. The silver wire was wrapped around the tip of his wand a few times, and then slowly sank in Pensieve.

"Just sink your face in—let's go?"

Sean leaned forward, took a deep breath and plunged into the Pensieve. He kept falling, and when he opened his eyes, he was already standing on solid ground, with Dumbledore by his side.

They stood in a narrow alley, with dark gray stone walls on both sides, some cracks on the stone pavement under their feet, and a few green weeds drilled out of the cracks.

Just as Sean was about to speak, someone walked through his body and walked out of the alley.

It was young Dumbledore, with a beard and a sleek fuchsia velvet suit.

However, his expression looked very serious, as if he was about to meet a powerful enemy.

"Professor, what are you doing here?" Sean asked.

Dumbledore just smiled, and he winked at Sean, gesturing to follow.

The two followed the young Dumbledore out of the alley not far or near. It seemed to be a certain village. The roofs of the buildings were mostly Munsha style, and the **** had a turning point. The upper part was gentle and the lower part was steep. There are many exquisite dormer windows on the roof, either round or pointed, with different shapes.

Like the architectural features of the German side... Sean muttered in his heart.

Young Dumbledore crossed a small square and finally stopped in front of a columned room. 8 Seven ⑦zω.℃ǒΜ

His expression remained serious, but other emotions could not be seen~www.wuxiamtl.com~ After Dumbledore stood still, the door in front of him opened automatically, and a wild and uninhibited voice came. come out.

"It's hard to invite you here, Albus—"

The young Grindelwald walked out of the room, wearing a black slim trench coat with a high collar, not only maintaining the handsomeness of his youth, but also possessing the mature charm of a middle-aged man.

However, that sense of stability was destroyed a lot by the wanton and enthusiastic smile on his face, and Grindelwald opened his hands to hug him.

Dumbledore took out his wand and pressed it against Grindelwald's chest. His expression was serious and solemn: "Grindelwald, I'm not here to catch up with you."

"Oh, oh, it's been so long since we've seen each other, are you sure you don't want to come over for a drink? And, don't put on your hands, Albus, your wand isn't going to be as powerful against me - of course. , me too." Grindelwald withdrew his hand, but the happy smile on his face remained.

"Seriously—what about the Cassandras?" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Grindelwald stepped aside and said enthusiastically, "Come on, come on, Ms. Wabraski is very happy to live with me." 渌七7zW

Cassandra Vabrsky? Sean remembered that this was the author of "Poke the Fog and See the Future", and she was a well-known prophet.

Grindelwald kidnapped her?

Dumbledore walked into the room in silence, Grindelwald led the way, and they walked down a tunnel.

"I thought she was Trelawney's descendant, but now it doesn't seem to be, but the nature of the prophet is always doomed, and she is easy to be entangled in mystery."

"Look, I saved her life - Albus, aren't you happy?" Grindelwald stood at the door of a dungeon, and he opened the door and said with a smile.