In the office, a thin layer of frost was formed on the double-height latticed French windows. Although the bonfire in the room was burning brightly, the temperature was colder than the night in late November in Austria.

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

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

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

At first, although the two were anxious about Sean's disappearance, they were not too worried. It's very simple, the most terrifying devil is hidden in Sean's body. Once Sean dies, the crime called 'arrogance' will wreak havoc on the earth.

These days, the wizarding world has been calm, and there have been no terrible disasters, which proves from another angle that Sean's life is not in danger.

Dumbledore speculated that Sean might be trapped somewhere in 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. He felt that Sean might have encountered some secret and was gaining some kind of benefit from it.

But it doesn't work if you can't find anyone. After the discussion, 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 crazy...

Seeing that Dumbledore didn't speak, Grindelwald snorted coldly: "Albus, it seems that your headmaster is not competent enough, you don't even know that your students have been kidnapped?"

He waved his hand, and another picture emerged.

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

"Gellert," Dumbledore finally spoke, with serious eyes and a complicated expression, "We are still not sure about the relationship between that person and Sean."

Grindelwald snorted heavily: "Albus, you and I have known each other for so long, don't you even know the symbolic meaning of the prophecy?! Sean is in danger, and that person is the source of the danger! Huh, the world's most Great wizard, Albus Dumbledore, use your brains!"

He walked to the scene that appeared in mid-air: "Typical Medieval ascetic wizard costume, huh, I knew, these old things are not dead-"

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

"Yeah, then tell me, how does a wizard with the protection of phoenix feathers, a wizard with a group of terrifying and magical creatures, suffer from such a predicament?" Grindelwald said sarcastically.

He raised his head to look at the man in the hood, his gaze was cold: "A group of dead fools are still dreaming their stupid dreams, huh, the layout is thousands of years old, what a big deal—"

Grindelwald raised his brows, and 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."

"Impulse?" Grindelwald chuckled, "I just went to chat with their descendants, I think about it—"

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?"

"And I have to tell them that some of you descendants have been acting in secret, following the will of the Old Ones, to save my heir—Albus, don't you like that word? Well, then, for the sake of world peace, no Wake Pride up, I have to find out who's behind the scenes-"

"Unfortunately, I, Gellert Grindelwald, as a bad old man with half a foot in the grave, is too old to reason—no way, I can only put all of you They were all arrested and tortured one by one with the Imperius Curse and the Cruciatus Curse."

"Albus, what do you think of this statement, isn't it kind and generous?" Grindelwald smiled happily, but the anger in his eyes was still burning.

Dumbledore looked at the other party seriously: "Gellert, you are too impulsive, the people behind the scenes are not necessarily among those people, and once you make a move, it is the enemy of the entire wizarding world-you have to understand One thing, right now, the upper echelons of wizards all over the world are still actually controlled by them."

Grindelwald smiled contemptuously: "Control? Albus, times have changed a long time ago. Those self-proclaimed nobles, what else do they have besides the legacy of magic and Galleons? It's just a bunch of fools—if I Standing up and shouting to rule Muggles again, as long as they show their strength, they are still willing to help me; if I bend over and be willing to be the headmaster of the school, those guys should come to the parent-teacher meeting with their heads high - how boring..."

After the word 'ruling Muggles' popped out, 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? Only when you reach the peak will you not be restricted by something like power."

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

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

Dumbledore said nothing.

"Look, there is nothing you can do, the great Albus Dumbledore is not omnipotent..." Grindelwald waved his hand, those illusory scenes returned to the crystal ball like fog, his wand fluttered Into the Hand, "and the cruel, unruly Gellert Grindelwald always has some unflattering ideas that work."

"Crack!" After a loud bang, Grindelwald disappeared in place.

Dumbledore was the only one left in the office. He looked at the crystal ball, and doubts flashed in his lake blue eyes.

…

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

That's Grindelwald.

He made a detour to a townhouse, and after a few casual flicks of his wand, he sneered.

A narrow wall in the middle of the townhouse shook, 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. While waving his wand, he easily pushed open the door.

He felt as relaxed and comfortable as if 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 bang, a skinny, short creature appeared in front of his eyes. He had big protruding eyes, huge ears like bat wings, and his body was only wrapped in a worn pillowcase.

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

That's modern Greek with some ancient Greek words thrown in.

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

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

He fell to the ground stiffly, watching the man who broke in suddenly walk into his master's bedroom.

Soon, he heard a terrified voice 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 wide in surprise and horror.

He spoke English with a blunt Greek accent, and shouted in disbelief: "Ge, Mr. Grindelwald?!"

Grindelwald smiled: "Flajos, it seems that you still remember me."

Frajos swallowed hard, and he said tremblingly: "Mr. Grindelwald, I don't know what you want from me. My father passed away more than ten years ago."

"Of course I know that old Vlajos was a good subordinate, he was shrewd and brave, so when he proposed to withdraw from the saints, I graciously agreed to him-oh, not being able to attend his funeral made me It's a pity, but we have more important things to do now."

"You, please tell me." Frajos stammered.

His father once played for Grindelwald. After Grindelwald founded Nurmengard, the old Frajos believed that their leader had betrayed his original belief, and he chose to quit.

Frajos still remembers his father scolding Grindelwald when he was drunk, thinking that he was a cowardly and unprincipled betrayer.

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

The thundercloud that covered the sky became a nightmare in Vlajos's heart - he watched the three people being smashed into ashes by the lightning from the thundercloud.

Why is Grindelwald coming to me now... It was discovered that my father said bad things about him during his lifetime? ! Do you want to bear the anger because of this? !

Frajos trembled slightly, which made him look even older than Grindelwald.

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

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

"Please tell me."

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

Mopsos.

Frajos' pupils shrank violently, how did Grindelwald know? !

Mopsos, a famous prophet and wizard in the ancient Greek era, after thousands of years passed, their Frajos family is the purest descendant of Mopsos blood.

No one knows their true identities except for a few families and themselves who are also descended from powerful wizards in ancient Greece.

Grindelwald smiled, he easily changed his sitting position, and said softly: "Frajos, my request is very simple, take me to meet those people—those who, like your family, have inherited the ancient An ancient family of wizards. Ha, you are all well hidden, and fortunately, I know you."

Flajos swallowed hard. There is an agreement among these families that they cannot reveal their true identities to each other, nor can they reveal those hidden addresses.

This kind of agreement is witnessed by magic spells. Although it is not as powerful as those ancient and powerful spells, if he violates it, he will also suffer considerable punishment.

Flajos 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 their addresses..."

He unconsciously took on the meaning of pleading.

Grindelwald thought for a while with his chin in his hands, and said softly: "That's true. I thought about this before I came here. This is indeed a big burden on you..."

Frajos wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with a smile: "It would be great if you understand..."

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

Frajos's face turned pale all of a sudden.

…

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 smart person. Even with Occlumency, Sean doubts that even if the other party doesn't use Legilimency, they can still find out that he is lying...

Hiss...it's a bit difficult...

Sean, who had a toothache, looked towards the entrance and exit. At this point in time, there should be no one in the lounge, and there is a high probability that he will not be found if he goes out... But how can he make an excuse?

Otherwise, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com said that he passed out and didn't know anything, and then appeared in the castle?

Isn't that a lame excuse...

Sean, who has no other options, decides to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. If he is found out, he should tell the whole story...

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

Sean poked his head out. It was already midnight, and there was no one in the Slytherin common room.

He tiptoed out, and quickly slipped out of the Slytherin common room.

Sean heaved a sigh of relief after stepping on the stone floor of the castle again, and then he walked towards the professor's office.

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

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