, the fastest update I went to the latest chapter of Hogwarts, who was spotted by Grindelwald!

The old houses of the Dumbledore family have long been dilapidated, and the roofs and exterior walls of many places have become ruins due to the erosion of the years.

Sean has been to Godric's Hollow twice, but he has never been to this house that has long since lost its owner.

Instead of using magic to clear the shrubs, vines and weeds that covered the yard, he chose to fly in directly from a damaged hole on the second floor.

The wooden corridor in my memory was covered with dust, and the wooden stubble protruded messily. It seemed that no one had been there for so many years.

Sean's steps fell, and the wooden floor creaked like a groan.

He didn't try to hide it, but walked towards the door in his memory openly and squarely.

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

After hesitating for a while, he took out the key and aimed it at the keyhole.

Logically speaking, the holes that should be rusted or even clogged were extremely smooth, and Sean's key was not hindered in any way.

With a "click", the door opened.

Even though he had done countless psychological preparations before coming here, when the door was pushed open a little bit, Sean's breathing became uncontrollably heavy.

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

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

And in front of the fireplace that had run out of firewood a long time ago, there was a silent shadow sitting on the thick sofa.

That was a man Sean was familiar with but also unfamiliar with, Gellert Grindelwald.

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

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

It's like an old man who has lived alone for a hundred years and has seen through 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 like he felt in the old Bathilda's yard just now.

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

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

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

No one spoke, only Grindelwald hummed softly.

After a long time, Grindelwald raised his head.

And Xiao En finally saw the opponent's face clearly with the help of that little bit of dim light.

Haggard silver-gray hair, wrinkles like a knife, no spots common to old people, but with the vicissitudes and decay of old people.

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

Sean's breathing stagnated suddenly, and his heart beat violently after slowing down slightly.

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 without any emotion at all, only trembling.

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

"I thought you were really fearless. You just moved your sleeves. What are you clenching? Is it a newly researched escape weapon in the past two years? Boy, you are very afraid of death."

The voice line is almost exactly the same as that of old Grindelwald, but there is no peace of mind that Sean is 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.

"Mahler's seventh symphony, fifth movement..." Sean said softly, this was the minor tune that the other party hummed just now.

Grindelwald finally glanced at him, but the former was not taken away by Sean, and he dangled with his hands casually hanging under the armrest.

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

As he said that, he actually laughed out of joy, and the more he laughed, the louder he laughed.

Harsh laughter echoed in the room like a small world, making people chill.

Grindelwald laughed wantonly for a while, and then said leisurely: "I actually called you a child, hahaha—how old was I before I fell asleep? 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, the kind that is very afraid of death. I am really worried that you will treat me in a fit of anger. Shot. However, I did come here with sincerity, and I want to provide some insignificant help, if it can make you feel better."

Grindelwald licked his lips: "Who taught you to speak like this, him?"

"No, I have such a character, but he did give me a lot of help." Sean said in a deep voice.

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

"Of course, sir."

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

Xiao En pondered for a while, and replied in a deep voice: "I will do everything possible to investigate the general situation and the truth you want. In other aspects, you can also bring forward those things you are interested in."

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

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

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

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

"Do you know what I do to people I hate?" Grindelwald snapped his fingers.

The entire room began to burn violently, and the fierce flames made Sean, who was in the very center, feel his face burning hot.

"It must not be too pleasant to be hated by you," Sean said.

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

"If you come to teach me, I believe it will be very good."

These words intensified the flames, and Grindelwald slowly stood up.

He was wearing a tattered black silk long-distance running, stepping on the ground with bare feet.

"Sean, do you know what annoys me the most? At first, when I was imprisoned, all I had was a hazy drift of consciousness."

"It took me some time to think through all this. I am not happy, but I understand. After all, I know myself best, even if he has thousands of reasons, how could the always proud Gellert Grindelwald Willing to self-imprisonment? Even if the person who will replace me is my future self."

"However, this is indeed something I can do, and I even have some pride—ha, you see, the future me will be so powerful, so powerful that no one can defeat it, so powerful that I can travel through such a long time .”

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

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

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

Chilling and trembling anger merged into the heat, Sean almost subconsciously wanted to use the card to escape from this place.

It can only be said that Grindelwald is Grindelwald, even though he has been imprisoned for nearly a hundred years, he still possesses such a powerful and powerless magical power.

Grindelwald was surprisingly angry, he was almost growling.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Why is this world still so ugly when I see it again! It's disgusting, disgusting!"

"Muggles take over more worlds, they spread across the land like disgusting insects!"

"They even live more comfortably and at ease than before, and they even have more powerful power!"

"Wizards still live 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, and magic power beating! And he is being bullied by disgusting Muggles, and he doesn't even dare to resist!"

"This law has not been abolished, this concept has not been abandoned!"

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

Grindelwald stood in the flames, eyes full of disgust and glaring disappointment.

"He spent so long, used so much power, and even did not hesitate to deceive the will of the world, and then gave me such an answer?"

"He's telling me, Gellert Grindelwald—" He paused, his eyes protruding from their sockets.

"—is it a piece of trash?"

Sean had to use a magic spell to protect his whole body from the high temperature, and he said against the high temperature: "Sir, I can understand your thoughts, but I have to refute you, you have never 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, he probably already had one failure, so he came back—and the real change, what if it's just started?"

"Why don't you try it?"

Grindelwald walked over on the flames, and said indifferently: "Are you teaching me, Sean?"

He wavered... Sean knew Grindelwald very well, and if the other party thought there was no need to continue the conversation, this fire would not hesitate at all.

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, either he or you—the name is Gellert Grindelwald, isn't it?"

This flattery is loud enough... Sean looked at each other nervously.

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

The flames retracted like creatures that completely obeyed his will, and the burned furniture and walls returned to their original shape 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 in as a student, and, in the lesson of reading people's hearts, your first target is your teacher, right?"

"Very well, I am persuaded by you."

Only then did Sean take a breath, he withdrew the spell, wiped the sweat from his brow and said, "Thank you for your compliment, I just learned a little, but—"

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

Sean smiled under Grindelwald's scrutiny: "Sir, you know, there is no parallel world, only time connected end to end. So, to me, you are him. To you, I am also me. .”

"What an interesting kid...very good, you have my approval now, no matter how you look at it, your value is very high." Grindelwald said condescendingly.

"Oh, this is really good news." Sean finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Temporary good news," Grindelwald returned to the original appearance, "give me enough evidence, 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."

Sean didn't stay back with a faceless face. He spread his hands and turned around to leave. When he reached the door, he asked, "Sir, I have a question. Can I come and chat with you if I have nothing to do?"

"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 most urgent thing is to get in touch with you first, just a passing curse may not solve the fundamental problem."

"The answer is good, well, you can go."

"Good-bye, sir—by the way, I forgot to say, there is a bag by the door, and I put something in it."

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

The room was dark again, 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 butter beer in the wizarding world.

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

"The Wizarding Demographics, 1880 to Present, Complete Edition."

Finally, a crooked stick wand.

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

"It's kind of interesting..."

Godric's Hollow, a village where Muggles live, in 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 retreat.

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

"It's as useless as you." David mocked the wooden stick that was almost thinner than a finger, and then reached out to grab it.

"Ah—" Capone closed his eyes~lightnovelpub.net~ and waved the stick indiscriminately.

However, after swinging for a long time, he didn't feel that he touched 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 found that the wooden stick in his hand was floating, just like those bad kids who had been bullying him.

They float 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, and then his eyes lit up again.

Could it be that the miraculous power that I once felt is the same as myself? !

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

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