Chapter 425
: Vader: Repent in Hell
Chapter 425: Vader: Repent in Hell
After Delain sent Wade back to his own room, he returned to the study and saw Grindelwald sitting in a chair, flipping through a stack of documents.
He knew that those were all the information about Weed Grey collected by his subordinates, including not only his grades at Hogwarts, his cooperation with Aslan's magic workshop, the evaluations of professors and students, but also his homework in Muggle elementary school, including social research and writing.
"Sir." Delain bowed.
"Sent him back?" Grindelwald asked.
"Yes," Delain said. "Mr. Wowelet was waiting at the door. He was very concerned about the child."
Grindelwald glanced at him and said, "Delaine, what are you worried about?"
Delane hesitated for a moment and said, "Weid Grey is Dumbledore's man after all... Will Wowelet's long-term contact with him shake his will? After all, he is obsessed with alchemy and his ideas are relatively...pure."
Grindelwald smiled.
"Wowelet is over a hundred years old. He is not easily swayed. If he betrays me, it means he is betraying his entire life."
"As for Vide Grey...even though he is young, he will not blindly follow someone. He has his own ideas and will independently judge right and wrong, and then determine his own position."
He picked out a social research assignment from among the numerous materials, pushed it forward, and said, "Look, this is what he wrote when he was nine years old."
Delain took a step forward, picked it up with both hands, read it quickly, then raised his eyebrows in surprise.
This was a research assignment on hot social news, and Wade Gray chose "Abolition of the Death Penalty," a topic that was not suitable for elementary school students.
Many European countries, such as Austria and Germany, have abolished the death penalty. The UK has also been hotly debating this topic in recent years. Although there is no legislation yet, the overall trend is to agree to abolish capital punishment.
The magic world has always been against killing and death since a long time ago, which is of course related to the protection of the soul by wizards. Thanks to this, Grindelwald was arrested several times but was not executed, and he was still able to make a comeback after escaping from prison.
However, nine-year-old Wade Gray expressed his opposition in his homework. At the end of his research assignment, he wrote:
[The premise for the protection of the right to life of an individual is to respect and not illegally deprive the innocent of their right to life. If this premise is violated, I believe that only the deceased has the power to decide whether to forgive and whether to give the criminal a chance to correct himself.]
Delane was surprised and said, "Isn't he saying that... criminals should go to hell and seek forgiveness from their victims?"
Grindelwald laughed.
"Isn't it interesting? In such an incompetent family and in such a weak and vulgar Muggle society, such a child with unique ideas was raised!"
He asked Delane with a smile: "Do you still think that he is completely Dumbledore's man?"
Delain thought for a moment, shook his head, gently put the paper down, and said nothing.
"Dumbledore failed to prevent Tom Riddle from becoming Voldemort, and failed to strangle that little bastard early on. Now he has cultivated a more terrible one... and he still hasn't discovered it."
Grindelwald said sarcastically, frowning suddenly, and after a while he said, "You say... is it because this child is particularly good at acting and disguising himself, or is it because Dumbledore is too old to see clearly?"
Delane pondered for a while and said cautiously, "Perhaps Dumbledore is just waiting...waiting to subtly let this child be bound by morality and understand...understand the true meaning of love."
He said, silently suppressing the goose bumps that appeared on his arms.
Grindelwald sneered.
"Don't be brainwashed by his high-sounding words! Dumbledore doesn't understand what love is! He is colder than anyone you have ever met!"
Grindelwald was a little angry. He looked at the immature photo of Wade on a document and suddenly understood something. He murmured:
"Maybe he knows it all in his heart... He wants to change, but he can't do it... His hands and feet are tied, so he puts his hope on others... It used to be me, and now it's this child..."
"Dumbledore is so smart, so smart that he can always see the dark side of other people's hearts, but he can turn a blind eye to it for his own purposes... He was my original supporter, if it weren't for that year..."
Grindelwald had gotten used to talking to himself in prison. At this moment, he was lost in some memories, and his voice gradually became so faint that it could not be heard.
Delain took the initiative to block out the sound and quietly left the room.
Then he grabbed a passing subordinate and said, "Alter that cloak and give it to Weed Grey tomorrow morning."
The subordinate was a little surprised: "Didn't you say before that you wanted to take the opportunity to record some scenes and use them as leverage to control him in the future? We have already prepared the video streaming camera."
Delain shook his head and said, "Anyone can use Polyjuice Potion to become his appearance. This kind of video is not very useful. Unless the British Ministry of Magic is determined to deal with him or Dumbledore, this kind of video will become a handle. And..."
And their leader must have other plans for the child, not just simple control or exploitation.
Let's not talk about what Vid Grey would think if he used some sneaky means at this time, but Grindelwald might be very angry.
Delain paused and did not continue. He just followed his instinct and said, "Don't ask any more questions. Just prepare as I say."
……
After saying goodbye to the overly worried Wovilet, Wade returned to his bedroom, looked at the waning moon in the sky through the narrow window, then sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of black tea.
The service providers in this place should also be house-elves, but Wade had never seen them. They were not considerate enough to prepare hot water for him every day, and if he wanted to drink something hot at night, the only thing he could have was black tea.
But... black tea is better.
Wade slowly drank the black tea, leaving a small amount of tea to shake slowly, then turned the teacup upside down, watching the remaining tea flow out, and tapped the bottom of the cup lightly with his fingers to let the tea leaves fall in.
After a moment, Vader picked up the teacup, turned the cup holder, and observed the pattern on it.
Door: A turning point is coming.
Box: A gift is on the way.
Envelope: You will receive a long-awaited letter or item.
Rake: Crossroads of Destiny.
The tea leaves, gathered in a small pile, looked nothing special, but every time they were turned in a certain direction, they would form a special pattern in his eyes.
Everything else is good news, but...
Crossroads of destiny?
Is he about to face a very important choice? What will happen if he makes the wrong choice?
Wade frowned and thought for a moment, then put the teacup back on, washed up and went to bed.
After lying in bed, he worried for a while and decided to give up thinking about this problem.
Before the choice came, he didn't even know what to choose. Thinking more would only add to his troubles and would not help at all.
"That's why I don't like fortune-telling..."
Vader muttered to himself, pulled the quilt up to his chin and closed his eyes.
Turnaround...gift...
All in all, there’s more good news, right?
……
Late at night, a house-elf appeared silently in the bedroom.
He used a little magic to completely block out his own voice, and cleaned up the room quietly. Seeing the teacup upside down on the table, the house elf was startled for a moment, and then took it away as it was.
A minute later, the saucer and teacup appeared in front of Delain.
"Tea leaf divination?" Delain's companion asked in surprise, "He still believes in this? He's a little charlatan?" "Wait, I remember he should have done very well in divination class."
Delain flipped through Vader's profile and saw the comments Trelawney usually gave.
Unlike his classmates, Wade did not make up his own way of dying, but Trelawney still gave him the evaluation of "very talented".
"It seems that he is very good at this..." Delane opened the teacup and asked the house-elf at the same time: "You didn't mess up the tea leaves inside?"
"No." The house-elf lowered his head and whispered, "Bibiqi was very careful. He didn't shake or touch anything."
"Hmm." Delain lowered his head and looked at the shape of the tea leaves: "Rectangular?"
"Wait, let me check!"
The companion took out a divination book, searched for a while, and then said: "Hmm... rectangle, symbolizes breakup..."
"We can't be considered as his companions, but we can't say we have broken up with him either." Delain pondered: "So... we have broken up with his former companions?"
He thought it was a good sign.
The companion turned the teacup and continued to turn the pages of the book.
"It's a bit like a thicker cross, symbolizing an attack... We are indeed preparing for an attack; and then there's the comb, which means to improve his appearance - I heard you had someone prepare a cloak for him?"
Delain nodded.
"That makes sense!" The companion gained confidence and continued to spin the teacup: "This... is like a fence, a temporary restriction. His movements are indeed restricted by us..."
The following three interpretations can all match their current situation, making the first interpretation more credible.
break……
Will Weed Grey break with Dumbledore?
——If Mr. Grindelwald knew this, he would be happy too, right?
Delane thought.
His companion shook the tea tray to look at the tea leaves inside, and said in amazement: "It turns out that tea leaves are really accurate in fortune-telling? Why didn't I realize this when I was in school..."
"Stop playing." Delain took the tea tray from him, handed it to the house-elf, and said, "There are two more people to be interrogated tonight. Hurry up and finish the work before twelve o'clock."
"I know!" said the companion nonchalantly.
The house-elf Bibiqi shuddered silently and disappeared from the spot with the teacup in his hand.
……
"Wow—"
A stream of steaming water poured into the cup, unwinding the curled tea leaves.
Ryan Troka found it strange to see his nephew diligently pouring tea for the little girl while the friend he brought with him was watering the flowers by the windowsill with tears in his eyes.
"Why aren't you having breakfast?" Ryan asked.
"I... I'm not hungry, Uncle Ryan." Gal forced a smile and said, "I'll eat later."
"Okay..." Ryan Trocca turned to another person and said, "Don't be busy, Mr. Lockhart, please sit down and rest for a while?"
"No, no!" Lockhart waved his hand with a distorted expression and said, "I like to stand. I am willing to stand."
Ryan Troka felt that both of them were acting weird today, but they usually acted like they had a lot of secrets, so Ryan Troka habitually didn't ask any further questions.
The children are grown up, and it’s time to let go. What if you control them too much and they think you don’t welcome them to live in your home?
Trocca then asked Mabel, "Have you contacted your parents?"
Maybelle put down her fork and shook her head sadly.
Troka hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, maybe it's too far away and the owl hasn't arrived yet... Anyway, you can stay at my house until they come to pick you up."
"Thank you, Mr. Trocca," Mabel whispered.
Seeing her acting like a shy little girl, Lockhart couldn't help but reveal a toothache expression.
Last night they tried to launch a surprise attack while Mabel was asleep, to at least control this dangerous child, but they were nearly strangled to death!
When Mabel fell asleep, the black monster on her body did not fall asleep with her, which was something Lockhart and the others had never expected.
Then Lockhart changed his mind and tried to escape from the house, but when he reached the front door, the black fog grabbed his ankles and dragged him back backwards!
Lockhart never wanted to recall the bumps and bruises along the way. Even though he drank the potion, his tailbone still hurt so much that he couldn't sit down at all.
Lockhart burst into tears.
——How can a person be so unlucky?
Could it be that those fans who were deceived by him are cursing him together?
……
After breakfast, Troka hurried back to the study to prepare for class. He had seven grades of courses to sort out, which was a lot of work. Troka almost lived in the study these days.
As soon as he left, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly changed.
Mabel's face darkened and wisps of black mist emerged from her body. Lockhart and Gar almost knelt down in front of her.
"That's not necessary." Mabel was annoyed by their timidity and said, "As long as you keep your promise, I won't hurt you."
Gal smiled and said, "Yes, yes, yes." While rolling his eyes in his heart.
That's not what Mabel said when the black mist rope dropped him from the roof last night!
Fortunately, vampires have strong vitality and Gal can transform into a bat, otherwise he would be even worse off than Lockhart today.
Of course, Gal observed Mabel's expression and found that she really didn't remember that experience, and he felt relieved.
The Obscurus and the Obscurus are indeed not one and the same... But that Obscurus is too scary. The three people in this house combined are no match for that guy...
"Why haven't I received a reply yet?" Mabel frowned and asked, "Can owls really deliver packages? Are you guys kidding me?"
"I dare not." Gal humbly found an excuse for Wade Grey who did not reply to the letter: "Maybe... maybe he received too many Christmas gifts... or maybe he went abroad to travel during the holidays, and the owl hasn't found him yet!"
Mabel accepted the latter theory and sighed, "He probably went abroad... I hope he can come back soon."
She looked out the window unconsciously, hoping to see an owl taking a long journey, but instead she saw a ball of fire streaking across the sky.
"What's that?" Mabel asked.
Lockhart took a look and guessed casually: "Fireworks?"
"boom."
The firebird landed on the windowsill, with smoke rising up, and its thin claws left several charred marks.
It tilted its head and looked at the people in the room.
(End of this chapter)