Chapter 185
Grindelwald
Chapter 185 Grindelwald
Of course Wade would not refuse, he shook Dumbledore's hand.
Old Fox suddenly let out a clear cry.
Wade heard the ticking of the pointer and the rustling of pages. The scenery around him suddenly became unreal, changing rapidly like a kaleidoscope.
It felt like Apparition, but without that uncomfortable feeling of being compressed into a tube.
Suddenly, Vader's body shook and the surrounding scenery stabilized.
They appeared in an unfamiliar building. The thick stone walls were covered with scratches and torches were burning on the walls.
This place was very cold. Although Wade couldn't feel it, he saw that everyone passing by was wearing thick fur coats, and white air was coming out of their noses when they breathed.
But their faces were still blurry, like those surveillance videos with very poor clarity.
"What kind of magic is this, Professor?" Vader asked.
"A... well, more complex application of Memory Magic," said Dumbledore.
"So... they are all from someone's memory?" Wade looked at the people around him.
"It's more like I've witnessed someone's memories and then recreated them in this dramatic way."
Dumbledore said: "Although I can use the Pensieve to bring you into that real memory, it will take too long."
There was always a lot of redundant information and boring conversations in the memory fragments. Even if the memories were pieced together in small pieces of a few minutes, it would eventually become too long. He guessed that Wade probably didn't want to spend too much time on this.
Those were not the things Dumbledore wanted to show him.
As they were talking, the two followed the professors and students in front of them who were wearing crimson robes, walked along the dark stone corridor, turned one corner after another, walked down one flight of stairs after another, and finally stopped in front of a wooden door.
On the door, there are also patterns of circles, triangles and vertical lines engraved, which are the symbols of the Deathly Hallows.
A stern-faced wizard pointed his wand at the wooden door, which exploded with a bang, and everyone rushed in.
In the room, there was a handsome blond boy with pale skin and blue eyes like clear gems.
Among the many people with blurred faces, he was the only one whose appearance was very clear, as if he was not on the same layer as the others.
He was facing away from the door, waving his wand gently like dancing. When he heard the sound, he turned around in surprise and then frowned.
In front of the boy, and on the shelves in the room, there were bottles and jars of all sizes displayed everywhere. At first glance, it looked a bit like Snape's Potions classroom.
But if you look closely, some of the jars contain distorted shapes, and some emit wailing black smoke, which makes people feel disgusted and ominous at just one look.
In a book spread out on the table, there were strange pictures, and the people in the pictures were being cruelly tortured.
"Gellert Grindelwald!" The man who broke in called out the man's name coldly: "Someone reported that you were secretly conducting evil experiments in school. I thought it was a slander against you, but I didn't expect it to be true!"
The blond boy Grindelwald glanced at a student in the crowd with a half-smile, and the student lowered his head in fear and hid behind the professor.
The boy was roughly dragged out, and someone said, "Just wait! You will definitely be expelled this time! Even in our school, your behavior is absolutely not allowed!" "Oh, is that so?"
The young man sneered, and when the man tried to take his wand away, he attacked boldly. The light of the spell exploded suddenly and knocked the man away.
Blood splattered everywhere, someone screamed, and several people started fighting fiercely. Someone ran away in a hurry, as if to get help.
Blue flames suddenly burned, a student rolled on the ground, and the blond boy flew backwards, knocking down a shelf on the wall, and bottles and jars fell to the ground with a bang and broke into pieces.
The boy raised his head, red blood flowing down the corners of his eyes and the bridge of his nose, but even so, he still looked breathtakingly handsome.
This person has an extremely shocking beauty, regardless of gender.
The young man suddenly raised his head and a red beam of light shot out, hitting the person in front of him.
Then, Vader felt his perspective change as well, as if he himself was being knocked away.
In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery changed immediately.
The blond boy with bruises on his face carried the box and looked back at the majestic and cold school. The castle of Durmstrang was like a sharp sword, inserted on the top of the black mountain.
The boy suddenly turned around, carved a symbol on the wall, and then strode away without hesitation.
Wade and Dumbledore followed him for a while, and it seemed as if they had traveled through an endless distance and arrived at a new place.
This is a valley with bright sunshine and lovely green grass, and two young boys are taking a walk.
“…and then I was fired!”
After young Grindelwald finished his story, he shrugged and said in a defiant tone, "What a stupid school! I thought Durmstrang would be more open-minded than other schools, but it turns out they are also a bunch of timid guys."
Next to him was a teenage red-haired boy. His facial features were not very clear, but it was clear that he was also very handsome, with blue eyes as bright as stars.
Wade looked up at Dumbledore beside him. The old headmaster's half-moon glasses reflected the light, and it was difficult to see his expression.
Wade didn't try to pry into the inner scars of a hundred-year-old man. He turned around and continued to look at the two men.
The red-haired boy listened to the person next to him with a smile, his eyes looking very focused.
Grindelwald is expressing his opinion: "We wizards are people who are endowed with powers. Why should we hide like rats in the gutter? The Statute of Secrecy is simply the most ridiculous law!"
"It makes us wizards feel like we are stealing even when we use our own abilities. We live in fear all day long. Albus, your sister was hurt by Muggles, what's wrong with your father avenging your daughter? But in the end, he was thrown into prison by those idiots without any distinction between right and wrong!"
"We should strive for a position of dominance! Wizards should rule over Muggles, rule the world! Instead of being forced to have almost no place to stay by the increasing number of Muggles! If necessary, we can certainly use force, which is the power given to us by God..."
The red-haired boy's smile disappeared unconsciously. He pursed his lips and nodded slightly, as if he agreed very much.
(End of this chapter)