Scarface is the True Dark Lord

Chapter 274 Scarface is the True Dark Lord

Picking up where we left off, Grindelwald revealed that Hagrid was seeking an alliance with the giants. Harry overheard this and was startled, but his expression remained unchanged. He simply sneered, "How can mere words carry weight?"

"If everything in the world were just a matter of words, I'd say Voldemort's head is currently being used as a chamber pot in my house, and you wouldn't believe it?"

Grindelwald smiled. "I know you don't want to believe it, so I brought you a witness."

He suddenly reached into his robe and pulled out a tiny figure, about two inches long, from the inner pocket of his black robe.

With another flick of the wand, the little figure seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, swaying and floating, until it hovered right in front of Harry's nose.

Harry stared intently and saw that although the little figure was only the size of a palm, its appearance was familiar. It was none other than Maxim, the headmaster of Beauxbatons!

When Dumbledore sent Hagrid to make alliances with the giants, he invited the headmistress to go with him.

Although Harry didn't know if she had really gone with Hagrid, now that she was in Grindelwald's hands, it seemed that the man was not lying when he said he had captured Hagrid.

Seeing Harry remain silent for a while, Grindelwald laughed and said, "Do you believe me now, Harry?"

Harry listened but didn't answer. He simply reached out, picked up the little figure, and tucked it into his robes. Only then did he raise his eyes and ask, "What are you trying to do by kidnapping my brother?"

Grindelwald's eyes held a sly glint, yet he remained calm and composed, twirling his wand as he said, "I heard that Hogwarts has a new assistant professor named Helbo?"

"If I'm not mistaken, he must be that ancient Greek black wizard, 'Herbo the Despicable'."

"Use him in exchange for Rubeus Hagrid."

"If you measure value by the hostages' weight, Harry, you've made a killing."

Harry was taken aback by these words, never expecting that the old man had come to ask for Helbo.

Hearing him hesitate, saying things like "if I'm not mistaken" and "should," I felt even more puzzled.

He thought to himself: Just now, this fellow claimed that I was close to the truth and was afraid of suffering a disaster, so he dared not predict my whereabouts.

Now, it's uncertain whether Helbo is the real person or not. Even though Helbo has some important connections, he is also close to the truth.

Harry felt a strange itch in his heart, as if being scratched and tickled by a cat. He ignored Grindelwald's words and instead asked, "You keep talking about the truth, are you referring to the law of equilibrium?"

Upon hearing this, Rozier's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at Grindelwald.

The old man remained standing like a withered tree, not even lifting his eyelids, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Harry's face, remaining silent for a long time.

His behavior was exactly the same as when Harry questioned Helbo in the Forbidden Forest that day.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he exclaimed, "Wow! You really understand the law of equilibrium? And so thoroughly?! Where did you learn that?"

"Oh, Harry, don't forget I'm a prophet—"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry stared intently at him and pressed, "Did you learn your prophetic abilities yourself, or did you inherit them by killing other prophets?"

These words stunned Rozier, who was momentarily at a loss for words.

Grindelwald, as if he had expected this, remained unmoved, simply staring at Harry with his heterochromatic eyes and saying calmly, "What? You want to kill me and experience what it's like to be a prophet?"

Though these words were spoken lightly, they struck Harry like a gavel slamming down. Hermione's earlier deduction of a "murder for power" scheme had now been confirmed.

Many previously tangled mysteries are now being swiftly cut open.

Regardless of the Trelawney family's ancestral precepts, Rowena's prophetic abilities gained out of thin air, and even Grindelwald's words to Liu Tao from the sea, "Kill me and you'll say it's the next me," all these things can now be resolved.

He felt a surge of heat rush to the top of his head, and unable to contain himself any longer, he fired off a barrage of questions: "If this prophet's abilities were truly stolen, then where does their origin lie?"

"What exactly is this 'ultimate' state that you and your group have been fighting over?"

These questions came like a barrage of arrows, and anyone else would have been overwhelmed. But Grindelwald just stared at him coldly. After a while, he suddenly lifted his eyelids and glanced sideways at the sky above.

"I want to live a few more years."

After hearing this, Harry calmed down for a moment. He knew that these mysteries couldn't be solved in a short time, so he decided to keep them to himself for now and discuss them with Hermione later.

"Now let's get back to the main topic, Mr. Potter." Grindelwald suddenly clapped his hands twice. "I think you'll have no objection to trading Helbo for Rubeus Hagrid, will you?"

Harry thought to himself: That Halberd is the kind of person who obeys orders but not summons, and he has a huge connection to him. How can we easily give him away?

He immediately and decisively refused, saying, "This Herbo is of great use to me, and I absolutely cannot give it to you."

"If I could trade you your old flame Dumbledore for it, I'd be more than willing."

Upon hearing this, Grindelwald's throat tightened. After pondering for a long time, he clicked his tongue and said, "I miscalculated. I shouldn't have given you that Female Titan."

Seeing that he seemed to be wavering, Harry quickly added fuel to the fire, "If you're really interested, tonight I'll use some trickery to get that old man cleaned up and brought straight to your bedside, how about that?"

"Let's forget about it," Grindelwald shook his head, looking wistful. "I'm over a hundred years old now, I don't have the energy I had when I was young."

Harry, still unwilling to give up, urged, "There are plenty of potions that can shorten life, and countless recipes to enhance one's life. Why not prolong your youth and reunite with your old friends?"

"As the saying goes, a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Sir, do not hesitate for a moment, lest you be left with nothing but regret on the day you close your eyes for the last time."

These words were like needles, piercing Rozier's face, which turned pale and then ashen.

She felt as if a whip was about to explode inside her, and finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she took a step forward and roared, "Enough! Stop insulting my master with your mouth!"

"If you want that half-giant, trade Helpo for it! We'll only accept this one deal!"

Harry ignored Rozier and only looked at Grindelwald. Seeing that he remained silent, he cursed him inwardly as a heartless man, and then spoke again.

He said, "If you insist on having that Herbo, I'm not unwilling to discuss it."

"Just answer me honestly: what exactly do you want with this old Greek devil?"

"—Save the world."

Before Rozier could react, Harry burst out laughing in exasperation.

His forehead veins throbbed, and he sneered, "Damn it! One or two of you are all making a racket! Why does everyone in the world become a savior of suffering just because I'm here?"

"That man gave you that despicable old devil nickname and said he wanted to save the world, and you, this thief who's turned the world upside down, also want to save the world? Even Voldemort calls himself a savior!"

"Could it be that I've become the Dark Lord?!"

Grindelwald scratched his chin, saying meaningfully, "Ah—Harry, you might not believe it."

"Whether it's you, me, Helbo, or Voldemort, our paths forward are actually the same, only our methodologies differ."

"I can't comment on Voldemort. Helbo is most likely a capitulationist, while you are an extremist. Neither of you can reach the end of your path."

Grindelwald's words were deliberately mysterious, and Harry wasn't about to believe them. He glared at Harry with his tiger eyes like saucers and cursed, "Bullshit! I'm going to expose those filthy bastards who hoard toilets and do dirty things, and give the world justice!"

"To kill Voldemort, that cruel and ruthless beast, and bring peace to the world! How does that constitute evil!"

"You scoundrel, you're plotting to enslave all the Muggles in the world, and you call that doing good deeds? I simply don't believe that the millions of ordinary people under heaven will believe your nonsense!"

These words were so righteous and awe-inspiring that even evil spirits couldn't be harmed. If someone with a weak constitution heard them, they would dare to venture alone into a graveyard at night. Grindelwald, however, simply met his gaze silently and suddenly said, "I can make a prophecy for you."

"A true prophecy that you can witness firsthand."

Upon hearing the word "true prophecy," Harry's heart skipped a beat, and he began to recite Halberd's words.

His face remained impassive as he said, "You just said you foresaw my impending doom, how come you dare to take the risk yourself now?"

Grindelwald said, "You need to understand one thing: you are the one who saw the prophecy, so you are the one who is being targeted, and you are the one who will be in danger."

In short, it has nothing to do with me.

These words were like a butcher's hook, tugging at Harry's heart. Although he was somewhat tempted, he was still afraid that Grindelwald was playing a trick, so he hesitated for a moment and asked again.

"Tell me, how shall this prophecy be performed?"

"It's very simple, you don't even need a wand." Grindelwald raised his hand and pointed to his heterochromatic eye. "I can lend you my eye so you can open the Sky Veil."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rozier's lips trembled slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Why won't you let me be your eyes, Master?"

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"Oh, Wenda, simple doesn't mean easy. You don't have Harry's magic to control this eye."

"You will be worn down to death."

Rozier felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this, but he could only grit his teeth and swallow his words, lowering his head and remaining silent.

Harry pondered for a moment, then made a firm decision, bowed his head, and whispered a few words to Nagini in the locket around his neck.

He immediately strode forward, closing the distance to Grindelwald to within three feet, their breaths audible.

"Come here! Come here! Today I want to see what this 'true prophecy' is all about."

Grindelwald, unhurried, first tucked his wand back into his waistband, then took out a roll of parchment and a quill from his pocket and placed them in Harry's palm.

Harry asked doubtfully, "If it's a prophecy, why would we need paper and pen?"

"You should write down what you foresee," Grindelwald said irritably, "so you don't forget everything after your third eye disappears."

After giving the order, Grindelwald suddenly leaned forward, his nose almost touching Harry's, their eyes meeting directly, and he could even see the bloodshot veins in Harry's eyes clearly.

Grindelwald's heterochromatic pupils glowed with a bluish light, but as the light faded, the pupils returned to their normal, cloudy color.

However, Harry could clearly feel a chill penetrating his left eye; it turned out that the heterochromatic pupil had already moved into Harry's eye socket.

Grindelwald sighed, took two steps back, and said, "That's a wrap."

Just as Harry was about to speak, the world before him instantly changed. Everything seemed to be seen through frosted glass, indistinct and overlapping.

It was as if hundreds of real and illusory worlds were stacked together, and the past, present and future were all mixed into a chaotic mess.

Harry knew that he was still dealing with Grindelwald in the air and at sea, and even with Nagini's protection, he couldn't be careless.

Feeling dizzy, he shook his head violently to dispel the dazed feeling. When he looked again, Grindelwald's eye had regained its unusual color.

Harry clicked his tongue and said, "This tastes really strange! I wonder if it's more potent than the Five-Stone Powder that those famous scholars of the Wei and Jin dynasties took."

"You're lucky you didn't attract those annoying lightning bolts." Grindelwald pointed to the parchment. "Go and see for yourself the real prophecy you've been searching for."

Harry quickly looked down and saw that the parchment was now covered in ink, each character sharp and distinct, clearly in his own handwriting. It read:

The Dark Lord, capable of defeating the Savior, is approaching—born into a family that resisted him three times, born at the end of July—

The Savior will consider him his formidable foe, but the Dark Lord will possess powers unknown to the Savior—one of them will inevitably die at the hands of the other—

This prophecy is very similar to Trelawney's rhetoric from back then, except that it reverses right and wrong, and makes no sense.

The title of savior fell upon Voldemort, while the name "Dark Lord" was bestowed upon Scarface.

Seeing his furrowed brow, Grindelwald lightly patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "Come find me when you've thought it through, Harry."

"I believe you are not the kind of person who would disregard brotherhood for personal gain."

After saying this, he gripped Rozier's shoulder with his five fingers, used a teleportation technique, and the two of them vanished in a flash.

When they reappeared, the two were already on the muddy ground. Grindelwald moved nimbly toward a Thestral that was waiting for him.

Rozier took two steps closer and said respectfully, "Master, shall we ask Potter about Rita Skeeter again?"

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"I've been watching this woman for almost two months, and I still don't understand what she's doing—sometimes I even think that she herself doesn't know what she's here for!"

Grindelwald shook his head. "Vendor, don't fool yourself. You've seen the Oblivion Curse in her head; even I can't break it."

"I'm very curious where Potter found such a powerful wizard. I dare say even Dumbledore couldn't have done it."

Upon hearing this, Rozier was both anxious and resentful, saying, "Are we just going to leave her like this?"

"Don't be in such a hurry, keep people watching her."

"Once we figure out how she contacted Porter, she'll be the perfect tool for spreading misinformation."

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