I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Dumbledore's old house has long been dilapidated, and the roofs and outer walls of many places have become ruins due to the erosion of the years.

Shawn had been to Godric's Hollow twice, but he had never been to the house that had long since lost its owner.

He did not choose to use magic to clear the yard of shrubs, vines and weeds, but chose to fly in directly from a broken hole on the second floor.

The wooden corridor in my memory was covered with dust, and the wood stubble was sticking out messily, and it seemed that no one had come here for so many years.

Sean's footsteps fell, and the wooden floor creaked like a moan.

He didn't make any attempt to hide it, instead he walked towards the door in the memory openly.

Walking to the door, Sean glanced down, and sure enough, there was no key on the door.

He hesitated for a while, then took out the key and aligned it with the keyhole.

The holes that should have been rusted or even clogged were smooth, and Sean's keys were unobstructed.

With a "click", the door opened.

Even though he had done countless psychological constructions before coming here, when the crack of the door was pushed open, Sean's breathing became uncontrollably heavy.

He took a deep breath and pushed open the door completely.

The room was dark, and the furniture that had been eroded by the years showed no signs of renovation.

And in front of the fireplace, which had long run out of firewood, a silent voice and shadow sat on the heavy sofa.

It was a man Sean was both familiar and unfamiliar with, Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald didn't seem to notice Sean's approach at all, leaning completely on the sofa, humming an unknown tune.

His voice was more hoarse and more lifeless than old Grindelwald's.

It is like an old man who has lived alone for a hundred years and has seen everything in the world.

Sean didn't speak, he walked slowly into the room.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Sean felt a wonderful sense of closure, just as he had felt in old Bathilda's yard.

It should be a covering spell... Sean thought silently.

He gently closed the door, and the room became darker.

Sean walked over calmly and straightforwardly, and stood quietly in front of Grindelwald.

No one spoke, only Grindelwald's humming little tune.

After a long time, Grindelwald looked up.

And Sean finally used that little dim light to see the other's face clearly.

Withered silver-gray hair, wrinkled like a knife, there is no common spots of the elderly, but there is the smell of old people's vicissitudes and decay.

Of course, all of this will be forgotten after you meet the other person's eyes.

Sean's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his heart beat violently after a slight slowdown.

The eyes are exactly the same as those of old Grindelwald, but the ruthlessness in those eyes is almost like a **** looking down on all living beings.

Yes, a pair of eyes that are completely emotionless and only make people tremble.

Little Grindelwald glanced at him indifferently, and then an emotionless smile formed on the corner of his mouth.

"I thought you were really fearless. Your sleeves just moved, what did you squeeze? Is it a new escape weapon developed in the past two years? Boy, you are very afraid of death."

Almost the same voice as old Grindelwald, but without the peace of mind that Sean was familiar with.

Sean was silent for a moment, and did not take back the George Weasley trick card in his hand.

He doesn't like to gamble.

"The fifth movement of Mahler's Seventh Symphony..." Sean said softly, this was the minor tune the other party hummed just now.

Grindelwald finally glanced at him, but the former was not taken away by Sean, his hands dangling casually under the armrests.

"Didn't you come with sincerity? What are you afraid of, child?"

As he said that, he laughed uncontrollably, and the more he laughed, the louder he became.

The piercing laughter echoed in the small world-like room, terrifying.

Grindelwald laughed wantonly for a while, and then said leisurely: "I actually called you a child, hahaha—before I fell asleep, how old was you? Ha, forgot—"

Sean answered his previous question: "Sir, please allow me to answer your previous question first. First of all, I am really afraid of death, very afraid of death, I am indeed worried that you will be angry with me. Shoot. However, I do come with sincerity, and I want to provide some trivial help, if it can make you feel better."

Grindelwald licked his lips. "Who taught you to talk like that, he?"

"No, that's my character, but he did help me a lot." Sean said in a deep voice.

Grindelwald showed an inexplicable smile: "Sean - can I call you that? Sean."

"Certainly, sir."

"Sean, what do you think you can help me with?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically.

Sean pondered for a while, and replied in a deep voice: "The general situation, the truth you want, I will do my best to investigate, and you can also put forward those things you are interested in in other aspects."

Grindelwald's smile still made people flustered: "What's the use of me asking for these, Sean, my friend."

"But you're still sitting here, sir," Shawn whispered.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant for a moment, and Grindelwald's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you also very popular with Dumbledore?"

"To be honest, most people like me, but my enemies hate me." Sean said honestly.

"You know how I treat the people I hate?" Grindelwald snapped his fingers.

The whole room began to burn violently, and the fierce flames made Sean in the center feel hot.

"It shouldn't be too good to be hated by you," Sean said.

Grindelwald laughed weirdly: "It seems that he taught you very well."

"If you came to teach me, I believe it would be very good."

The words made the flames more violent, and Grindelwald slowly rose to his feet.

He ran for a long distance in a tattered black silk and stepped on the ground barefoot.

"Sean, do you know what makes me the most angry? At first, when I was imprisoned, I only had my consciousness drifting hazy."

"It took me some time to figure it all out, I don't like it, but I understand. After all, I know myself best, and even if he has a thousand reasons, how can the ever-proud Gellert Grindelwald Willing to imprison myself? Even if the person who will replace me is my future self."

"But, this is indeed something I can do, and I even have some pride—ha, you see, the future me will be so powerful, so strong that no one can beat it, so strong that I can walk so far away. time."

"If he will come back, then he must have done something wrong. I have never denied failure, and now there is even a chance to reverse it-"

"So, when my hazy consciousness understood all this, and I couldn't resist my stronger self, I fell asleep happily."

Grindelwald opened his hands, and the flames were burning wildly, like his hair dancing wildly.

Chilling and trembling anger melted into the heat, and Sean almost subconsciously used a card to escape the place.

It can only be said that Grindelwald is Grindelwald. Even if he is imprisoned in prison for nearly a hundred years, he still possesses such a powerful and powerful magical power.

Grindelwald was so furious that he almost roared.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Why is the world so ugly when I see it again! Disgusting, disgusting!"

"Muggles take over more of the world, they're all over the land like disgusting bugs!"

"They are even more comfortable and at ease than before, and they even have more power!"

"The wizards are still in a corner, and the mice in the sewers still can't see the sun!"

"Just near me, that kid named Capone, with noble blood flowing in his veins, his magic beating! And he's being bullied by disgusting Muggles, and he doesn't even dare to resist!"

"The law has not been repealed, the idea has not been abandoned!"

"In this world, there is still no waiting for him - the savior."

Grindelwald stood in the flames with disgust and dazzling disappointment in his eyes.

"He spent so long, used so much power, and even deceived the will of the world, and then gave me such an answer?"

"He's telling me, Gellert Grindelwald—" He paused, his eyes even bulging.

"—Is it just trash?"

Sean has had to use magic spells to protect his body from the high temperature, he said against the high temperature: "Sir, I can understand what you think, but I have to refute you, you haven't tried it, so Don't you know that even if you do it yourself, you may not be able to succeed?"

Grindelwald raised the flame.

Sean grabbed the card and said quickly and loudly.

"And he may have had a failure, so he's back - and the real change, if it's only just begun?"

"Why don't you try it?"

Grindelwald walked over to the flame and said indifferently, "Are you teaching me, Sean?"

He was shaken... Sean knew nothing about Grindelwald. If the other party thought it was unnecessary to talk about it, there would be no hesitation in this fire.

Sean was overjoyed and continued: "How can I teach you, but the idea I put forward is indeed the most likely one, isn't it?"

"After all, neither he nor you—the name is Gellert Grindelwald, isn't it?"

That's enough flattery... Sean looked at each other nervously.

Grindelwald stood in the flames, he looked at Sean indifferently, and then suddenly laughed.

The flame retracted like a creature that completely followed his mind, and the burned furniture and walls were restored to their original state in an instant.

Grindelwald sat back on the sofa again with unstoppable admiration in his eyes.

"It's so interesting, Sean... Ha, if it were me, I would definitely take you as a student, and, in the lesson of reading people's hearts, your first goal is your teacher, right?"

"Very well, I was persuaded by you."

Sean took a breath, he withdrew the spell, wiped the sweat on his forehead and said, "Thank you for your compliment, I just learned a little bit, but—"

He patted his clothes: "I have a really good relationship with him."

Sean smiled at Grindelwald's scrutinizing eyes: "Sir, you know, there are no parallel worlds, only end-to-end time. So, to me, you are him. To you, I am also me. ."

"What an interesting kid... Very good, you have now gained my recognition, no matter from which aspect, your value is very high." Grindelwald said condescendingly.

"Oh, that's really good news." Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

"Temporary good news," Grindelwald returned to his original appearance, "give me enough evidence, and give me something more convincing."

"That's exactly what I want to do."

"Think? That means you haven't got it yet, well, you can get out of here."

Sean didn't stay stubborn. He turned around and walked away. When he reached the door, he asked a question: "Sir, I have a question, can I come to chat with you?"

"Okay. To be fair, I'll ask you a question too," Grindelwald said.

"certainly."

"Capone, you should be watching the whole time, why don't you help him?"

Sean shrugged: "Because the top priority is to get in touch with you first, just a curse passing by may not solve the fundamental problem."

"The answer is good, okay, you can get out."

"Goodbye, sir—by the way, forgot to mention, there's a bag at the door, and I put something in it."

After all, Sean flew out of the old house directly.

The room returned to darkness, Grindelwald beckoned, and a bag flew over.

The bag was cast with a space extension spell, and when it was opened, there were precious red wines produced by various wineries, and of course the most famous butterbeer in the wizarding world.

Next to it is a stack of brochures with prominent titles.

"1880-Present, Wizarding Demographics, Complete Edition."

Finally, a crooked branch wand.

Grindelwald sneered, and he picked up a bottle of wine at random and poured it into his mouth.

"It's interesting..."

Godric's Hollow, a village where Muggles live, at the corner of an alley.

"This time, I want to see who will save you." David with a smirk led his followers to approach Capone, who had nowhere to go.

Capone forcibly suppressed the magical power in his body, and then grabbed a thin wooden stick.

"It's as useless as you." David sneered at the wooden stick, which was almost thinner than a finger, and then directly reached out and grabbed it.

"Ah—" Capone closed his eyes~www.readwn.com~ and waved the stick randomly.

However, after waving for a long time, he didn't feel anything. Instead, the wooden stick in his hand became lighter and lighter, and even became as light as a balloon.

He opened his eyes in panic, and then found that the wooden stick in his hand floated up, just like the bad kids who had been bullying him.

They floated like fat balloons.

A handsome boy in a neat uniform was waving a small wooden stick, directing the "balloons" to go up and down.

"This...this is..." Capone took a step back in panic, then his eyes lit up again.

Is that the magical power that he once felt, he is the same as himself? !

At this time, Capone found that the tall and handsome boy finally noticed him.

The other party smiled gently: "Hello, junior."