Sean leaned back in his chair like Grindelwald and asked.

"That at least proves that Professor Dumbledore did not betray you. I failed when I tried to summon the Phoenix that night, is it because of that?"

Grindelwald reached out and grabbed a bottle of red wine out of thin air. He didn't change it into a goblet, and with a wave of his hand, the cork popped out.

After taking two sips of wine casually, he said, "There is a possibility - ah, in fact, I had some hunch before, but I didn't choose to go into it. I didn't expect that Albus would still cooperate with those guys."

"Cooperation?" Sean wondered.

Grindelwald glanced at him sideways: "Sean, do you think the whole thing is a game that Albus and I teamed up together?"

"Isn't it?" This confused Sean a little.

"Wrong," Grindelwald shook his finger, "it was the game set up by Albus Dumbledore, and it had nothing to do with me. After what happened that night, I didn't feel his killing intent, so I played a game with him. It's just a play."

Grindelwald didn't even know about it?

Hearing this, Sean frowned.

"Well, after that, haven't you contacted Professor Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald smiled wildly: "Since he didn't tell me in advance, why should I go to him later?"

This... Sean's eyes twitched.

what is this? Small temper came up?

The problem is the whole world... well, Grindelwald probably doesn't care...

"So what I said just now, I failed to summon Phoenix, and you know the situation of Phoenix and Ariana..." Sean said.

But halfway through, Grindelwald waved his hand impatiently to signal him to shut up, took another sip of wine before continuing: "You don't have to guess what the possibility is, no matter whether the great Albus Dumbledore is threatened or not. Still intimidated, or if his self-sacrificing spirit takes over the intellectual heights, I don't care. I just need and listen to him explain to me."

Sean sighed with a headache, this is Grindelwald's character...

Knowing that he couldn't ask and couldn't persuade him, Sean simply changed the subject: "Who are the 'no people, no ghosts' group of guys you mentioned before? Is it related to the theft of the keys to the Mirage? "

Grindelwald sat up a little, his tone less casual. .

"[Returner], this is what I call them. In fact, there are some signs before the keys are stolen. A very strange group of guys, they are like ghosts, but they can really affect reality."

"[Returner]..." Sean chewed the meaning of the word, and then asked, "Are they all dead? I heard you mentioned the names of several ancient Greek prophets."

Grindelwald nodded: "At present, all of them are wizards who have long since died, and they have returned to the real world in an unknown way. Strangely, at the beginning, the few [returned] I came into contact with All of them are insane, even the well-known good wizards in history have become madmen. But their strength is not strong, and they can only weakly affect reality."

"It's just that I see a vague future. If they are allowed to exist in the real world in this state, it will cause irreversible disasters. Unfortunately, I have no good way to appease the ghosts, so these things are left to Albus."

For the first time, Grindelwald showed some regretful expression: "I didn't care at the time, but now I think about it, the theft of the key to the blurred illusion may have caused unpredictable changes, and Albus doesn't know what's going on... If I go down, I will be hunted down."

"I mercifully extinguished the flames back then, but human nature," Grindelwald sneered, "Those stupid wizards, although they have the same noble blood as me, I have long expected their ugly faces."

Sean raised his eyebrows: "So, you have already planted those 'bombs'?"

"Small backhand, it's very reasonable, isn't it?" Grindelwald smiled and spread his hands, "I didn't know that the ancient pure-blood family had connections with those [returnees], I thought they wanted to pass Suppressing me to regain power from thousands of years ago. But I knew it as soon as our nasty goody Newt showed up. That idiot only listens to Albus, and Albus has always been in charge of [Return] Writer]—Tsk, what a boring and old-fashioned conspiracy.”

"Why did that group of people appear, and what was their purpose?" Sean asked.

"Who knows, probably this is the reason why our great Albus Dumbledore set an unknown situation. Of course, it has something to do with you, after all, he is the son of noble prophecy." Grindelwald winked at him. He blinked, his hands behind his head.

Sean ignored Grindelwald's jokes, he crossed his arms and said to himself, "If it has something to do with me, maybe it's trying to use the power in my body?"

"Don't worry," Grindelwald said indifferently, "you just need to remember one thing, no matter what, [guilt] is within you."

"So, maybe they're coming for me?" Sean asked.

Grindelwald reached out and knocked out of thin air, and Sean only felt a pain in his head.

"Stupid - remember one thing, Sean," Grindelwald squinted his eyes slightly, and his strange-colored pupils appeared again, which seemed to hide thousands of lights, "What is a wizard? Our bloodline represents a Words, miracles. Incomparable power? Wizards are best at digesting power and creating miracles."

He smiled extremely confidently: "My student, take control of [Guilty], it will be inevitable."

Sean laughed dumbly.

"Should I thank you for trusting and valuing me? Sir."

"You're welcome." Grindelwald took a sip of red wine and leaned back comfortably, "but also remember that what to do next requires you to think and decide on your own. ] should not be involved in the process.”

Sean nodded thoughtfully, he understood what Grindelwald meant.

The other party is not actually a riddleman. Grindelwald is very similar to himself. He is a pragmatist who obeys his heart. If there is effective advice, he will not hide it.

The power of [Guilty] and [Prophecy] actually point to the essence of the wizard - the miracle of idealism. As an extremely powerful wizard and another huge combination of miracles, Grindelwald's transitional intervention may produce unknown influence.

The ability of the prophet is not omnipotent, and many hidden dangers cannot be completely avoided.

However, I can't talk to Grindelwald deeply about this, but the others can.

Sean raised his head and asked, "Merlin's Weekly Newsletter, is it your means?"

"Of course," Grindelwald smiled casually, "to be precise, the founder of that newspaper is me, about a hundred years ago? The current editor-in-chief is the heir of my old subordinate. Times are always changing, And wizards always need to put on a pose, and their fists are natural enough to use, but a lot of times, you can save a lot of effort by having a sound channel that has enough weight."

Sure enough, Grindelwald's power is actually spread all over the world, but he has been honestly serving as the principal, so he has been hidden underground.

"Then what happened next, I saw the new report. How did that live photo come from? The camera was moving a lot, right?" Sean asked with great interest.

Grindelwald grabbed it out of thin air again, and a huge camera appeared in his hand.

He pressed the shutter at will, and the flash and smoke burst out together.

"Well, that's it - do you think that pressing it now, the pursuit team will be able to detect the movement?"

"Of course not—" Halfway through, Sean showed a sudden realization.

What is one of Grindelwald's most well-known tricks? That is naturally his unique Transfiguration.

Therefore, there is no need to be at the scene at all, and there is no need to consider the big movement of the camera, just restore the scene...

"Who is the ghost?" Sean asked another topic of interest to him.

Grindelwald smiled complacently: "Exactly, I'll show you the news."

He didn't take out Sean's wand, and still cast spells silently without a wand. Then, Sean saw a line of handwriting made of blood forming in mid-air.

"The countermeasures are being considered internally, and a [returnee] is helping, and it should be currently being monitored at the treatment floor of the secret location of the headquarters."

Surveillance? Sean cast doubtful eyes.

"Marshall was rescued. To be honest, I didn't expect [Returner] to have a way to go. Even the goblin's anti-thief waterfall can be obtained."

"Isn't that the only thing Gringotts has?" Sean asked.

Grindelwald explained to him: "Actually, Anti-thief Waterfall is a magic potion specially designed to match spells, but only fairies know how to manufacture them--I wanted to borrow some back then, but fairies were too inhospitable."

borrow? Are you trying to grab it... Sean slandered.

However, Grindelwald is a good method, and the guards can stuff the inner ghosts...

"What are you going to do next? Need my help?"

Grindelwald glanced at Sean strangely: "You are quite enthusiastic, but the current situation is unknown, and you are not needed for the time being. Don't worry, if necessary, you have to run over to help."

"Then what's your next step?"

"The next step?" Grindelwald showed an evil smile. "Since the great Dumbledore has not given any hints, then I have to complete the unfinished business."

Well, we're going to war with Muggles again, right?

Probably seeing Sean's helpless expression, Grindelwald laughed: "Sean, I forgot to tell you, my dream has temporarily changed."

"Um?"

"Um."

"What?"

"Um."

Inside the room, the two stared at each other with wide eyes. Sean, who had been waiting for Grindelwald's answer, only felt lonely for a while.

"Then you said it." Sean was anxious.

Grindelwald looked old and serious, and laughed: "Isn't it boring to know the answer in advance? Well, it's good to add some expectations to your boring study life."

Sean: "..."

Pooh! You immortal! It's a pity that I was still complimenting you that you are not a riddle person!

Seeing Sean rolling his eyes, Grindelwald laughed very happily. He raised his head and drank the remaining red wine, then threw a bottle over.

Sean received it. It was a bottle about thirty centimeters high. It was light blue and had a textured finish, but the material didn't seem to be ceramic or glass.

"what is this?"

"Anti-thief waterfall." Grindelwald replied casually.

"Huh?" Sean's brows twitched.

Grindelwald licked his lips and let out a wild and happy laugh: "A friend of an enemy is an enemy. Before I came to Hogwarts, I went to the goblin. God, even Albus should be touched by my kindness. Crying - I just took the goblins' inventory and gave the cute little ones a delayed blast spell."

If you can take revenge, you will never spend the night, right... Sean has nothing to say.

"The thing is not bad, it can wash away all magic, camouflage, defense magic, curse, control magic, can attack and defend, and, this thing has a use. After you touch the anti-thief waterfall, the next twenty-four Within hours, Anti-thief Falls won't work on you anymore."

Sean immediately thought of the biggest use of this thing - infiltrating Gringotts...

Grindelwald continued: "Send it for you to play, by the way, this thing must be used quickly after opening the cork, and it is usually stored in a place where there is no sunlight."

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the vanishing cabinet.

"Teacher, are you leaving?" Sean also stood up.

Grindelwald waved his hand without turning his head: "Someone came to me to catch up with the old days - I've been very busy recently, so I'm leaving."

"When's the next time we meet?" Sean asked.

"Next time is next time, good night, child, I am very happy today."

Grindelwald walked into the disappearing cabinet, he turned around and smiled at Sean~lightnovelpub.net~ and then closed the cabinet door conveniently.

When Sean walked over and opened the cabinet door again, it was already empty.

"What an old man who can do whatever he wants..." Sean muttered.

He looked at the disposable anti-thief waterfall in his hand, and then hid it directly in the ring. This thing should be quite useful at critical times...

By the time Sean tiptoed back to the bedroom and climbed into bed, it was already two in the morning.

"Tomorrow's rest day, you can sleep a little longer..." Sean yawned and covered the quilt.

At this moment, there was a sudden fluctuation of magic power from the inside of his left arm.

Dark Mark.

Stay up in the middle of the night, Bella or Barty? Sean pressed the Dark Mark, feeling the contents.

Little Barty knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Master, I'm sorry to disturb you late at night, but I think there is some news that you must know."

"I hope your news is as important as you say, my friend." Sean had no joy or sorrow on his face.

Little Barty buried his head deeper: "Master, I have controlled my father with the Imperius Curse."

So fast? Sean raised his brows, he wrapped the quilt tightly, and said in a cold voice, "Well done."

"This is all the master's foresight." Barty Jr. flattered first, "I learned a piece of news from him, about the secret information I mentioned to you last time when the minister handed over."

"Oh?"

"The ten levels represent the degree of danger, and the degree of danger is ranked from top to bottom, that is to say, the degree of danger of the blood alliance in the secret information of the Ministry of Magic-"

"It is the highest level, ten." Click to download the APP of this site, massive novels, free to read!