Chapter 439
Looking forward to your future
Chapter 439 Looking forward to your future
Wade looked at Grindelwald and his pupils constricted instantly.
At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to "serve the emperor like serving a tiger"... Even if he was 99% sure that the person on the other side would not do anything bad to him, the 1% chance that the other party would be moody and suddenly turn crazy would still make his heart beat faster.
Wade was silent for several seconds, then he made up his mind and nodded.
"Yeah." Grindelwald didn't change his expression. Instead, he smiled and said, "Very good. I like honest children."
His palm was still on Wade's shoulder, his eyes fixed on the boy's eyes, and he said slowly and sincerely:
"Ved, you have a very superior talent, which is extremely rare even among wizards."
"I know that you are not bound by conventions, nor are you constrained by your origins or the environment you grew up in. Instead, you are longing for some... changes, pursuing something that others rarely think about... such as truth and justice."
Grindelwald leaned forward slightly, and his whisper seemed to ring right next to Vader's ear.
"I am very happy to see a child like you - Muggles and wizards, there seems to be no difference in your eyes. You pay more attention to right and wrong, good and evil, but you are not pedantic and stupid, and you can look further."
"This makes me curious... If you were asked to guide wizards ten years later... What kind of future would you lead them to?"
Vader couldn't help but be curious - Grindelwald had the ability to predict the future. When he said this, did he really not foresee Vader's future, or was he using such words to deceive and mislead him?
Then he remembered that Grindelwald's ability to predict the future was to see fragmented scenes, but not the whole truth.
For example, when he participated in the election, he predicted the Qilin, but did not foresee his ultimate failure.
Those who believe in prophecies will always be fooled and deceived by fate in the end. This seems to be the common ending for all those who foresee the future and try to change it - Wade reminded himself secretly, and at the same time he was curious whether Grindelwald had given up the prophetic ability that had deceived him many times.
In a flash, he had no time to think carefully. He just stared blankly for a few seconds, then his eyebrows moved slightly, as if he had some ideas, or ambitions, because of Grindelwald's recognition and expectations.
Grindelwald did not intend to let him answer at this moment. Instead, he put down his hand and asked like a professor checking homework at school:
"The books on your bookshelf are all rare masterpieces. How many have you read so far?"
Vader said honestly, "Three."
Grindelwald glanced at him, as if he could see the greed for knowledge beneath his well-behaved appearance, and asked meaningfully, "Didn't you put the remaining books in your pocket when you left today?"
Wade moved his fingertips and felt that Grindelwald seemed to be able to sense that he had cast a traceless extension spell on his pocket.
"No," he said. "I used a cloning spell... Thank you for the supply of parchment."
Grindelwald's eyes were filled with laughter: "Smart... and cunning... Ravenclaw as expected."
As he spoke, a green light suddenly shot towards Grindelwald from the blind spot. The dark wizard casually swung his wand and a stone flew up to block the killing curse.
Then he shook his wand quickly again, and the guy who was disguised as an ordinary wizard for a sneak attack stiffened and fell straight down.
Grindelwald didn't pay attention to this episode and continued, "A British wizard once told me that although the Ravenclaws at Hogwarts are smart, they are all conceited and like to protect themselves."
"I'm glad that you have the advantages of Ravenclaw without the typical disadvantages. It's a good habit to love reading and be eager for knowledge, but don't limit yourself to the type of knowledge - whether it's black magic or white magic, there is value in learning."
"It's like a fire shield... it can kill people, but it can also protect people. What determines its effect is always your own thoughts, not the definition given by others. Even Dumbledore, whom you admire, is also proficient in dark magic."
"Since you have brought the book back, cherish it and read it carefully. If you have any questions, you can still ask me like you did today."
Grindelwald reached out and tapped his ears, then placed a small communication pea in Wade's palm.
Wade discovered that this was the one he was wearing on the day he went to the supermarket. He never saw it again after waking up. He thought it had been thrown away or destroyed.
The young wizard hesitated, put the communication pea back into his ear, looked at Grindelwald and said, "I thought you would stop me... at least not let me go back so soon."
Wade knew very well how many interests he represented.
Even if we don't consider other things, the current technology of the Wuxu Party to hijack the streaming mirror signal all comes from Wade. If he is released, he may upgrade the equipment, make up for the loopholes, and create a more powerful protection, so that the "Zero Day Squirrel" can no longer play a role.
"You are too young... If I force a thirteen-year-old to join the Witch Party, even a guy like Voldemort who has no bottom line will laugh at me."
Grindelwald said: "My expectations of you will be long in the future... and even if I let you go back, I don't think you will leave the field of public opinion entirely to the stupid British Ministry of Magic, right?"
Vader nodded: "I understand."
When Wade heard Grindelwald mention Voldemort, he was actually a little concerned, always feeling that he seemed to have overlooked something.
But it will take about a year and a half for that person to appear again, so there is no need to start worrying too early... Besides, without Peter Pettigrew, whether he can be resurrected is another matter.
Wade's mind turned around, and this thought quickly faded away in a short time, just like a dream he had while sleeping.
Grindelwald just mentioned it casually, and then said: "Dumbledore will probably show up with his men soon... Then you can find a chance to leave by yourself."
Although he was talking to Wade, his eyes were flashing with complex meanings. Wade nodded without saying anything, and quietly took two steps back to distance himself from this dark wizard leader who was not kind to people.
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Donovan wiped the blood off his face, hid in the ruins of the building, and looked at the scene on the battlefield from afar, his eyes full of horror.
Under the collapsed concrete pillar not far away, another werewolf named Cruz was being crushed. One of his arms was blown off. His body was now charred black and he let out intermittent groans of pain. It was obvious that he would not live long.
Donovan knew that if the goddess of luck had not favored him today, he would be the one lying on the ground waiting to die.
He was in the first batch of cannon fodder troops sent out, but Donovan did not want to work for the organization. Relying on the fact that ordinary soldiers did not dare to restrain him as a werewolf, Donovan pretended to hide in the toilet to kill time, secretly observing the situation through the small window of the toilet, preparing to go back and inform Dumbledore.
It was also because of this that he managed to survive the wave of paper plane bombings and only suffered minor skin injuries.
On the battlefield in the distance, balls of fire exploded from time to time. The wounded and dead wizards were taken away by their companions and disappeared, leaving only Donovan's nominal comrades on the ground.
The intercom still emitted a cold and ruthless order: "Group C and Group F also press forward! Don't be afraid of sacrifice, remember that your mission is to lead the enemy into the manor... Everything is going as planned, and victory still belongs to us..."
Not far away, the werewolf Cruz exhaled his last breath, opened his mouth and finally calmed down, ending this long and painful torture.
Donovan felt a kind of grief in his heart. He took off the walkie-talkie and threw it to the ground, stomped on it hard, spat out a mouthful of blood, bent down and left this temporary hiding place.
It was the wizards on the other side who killed them, but it was those bastards hiding underground and giving orders who forced them to turn into werewolves and go out to die!
Donovan's hatred was directed very clearly. He sent a message to Dumbledore, then hid and entered the underground passage through a hidden entrance.
This place used to be a den for some people to spend their money. The underground building is larger than the villa on the surface, with passages extending in all directions and criss-crossing pipes on the top.
Donovan hid his shoes, climbed onto the pipe in a few seconds, looked at the direction, and then crawled along the pipe like a nimble cat.
There used to be many well-dressed "celebrity" coming and going here, and there were many soldiers not long ago, but now it seems empty, and only occasionally can you see a team running by.
The organization has some wizards who are particularly good at deleting and modifying people's memories. Under the influence of magic, those soldiers become puppets of the organization and will execute orders without hesitation even if they are sent to their own death.
As painful as the memory was, Donovan was glad he never forgot who he was.
He crawled for a while, and suddenly heard a sound coming from the room below -
Someone screamed angrily, "What's going on? Those wizards didn't even step into the manor! Did someone leak the news?"
Another retorted, "There are only a few people who know that there is a strong magnetic field generator hidden in the manor, not even Abigail knows. Who do you think will betray?"
A third voice advised: "I heard that Grindelwald can predict the future. He must have foreseen danger in the manor, so he has been reluctant to come in. When he thinks that most of the people have been killed, he will definitely come - after all, they want John Adler."
"That coward has escaped!"
"The double is still here! Not even Grindelwald can tell the real from the fake before the Polyjuice Potion wears off!"
"If you can use Polyjuice Potion, why not use it in the first place?" Someone complained, "Do you know how hard it is for me to put up with that arrogant Muggle?"
"I just said they have the ability to predict the future." Another person said impatiently, "If we send the target away in advance, will they still fall into the trap?"
"It's a pity that the magnetic field decayed too quickly... The time powder didn't seem to work either..."
"I heard that the fake stuff was mixed with a small amount of the real stuff, and it dispersed when the wind blew, so it's normal that the effect is not great... The real big parts are all in there!"
"…So when can they come in?"
Donovan didn't listen any more and quietly crawled away along the pipe.
He knew about those generators. Not long ago, many trucks secretly drove into the manor in the middle of the night. It was said that the trucks were equipped with weapons specially made to deal with magic, and no matter how powerful the wizard was, he could not withstand it.
Originally, Donovan was not qualified to know this kind of information at his level, but he had many friends, one of whom was a vampire with excellent hearing. That guy liked to turn into a bat and wander around at night.
Thinking that the boy had escaped just now, but turned inexplicably not far away and dived into the center of the explosion, Donovan gritted his teeth and continued to crawl.
The vampire boy secretly saw where the generators were sent after they were taken off the car. During the break, Donovan praised them a few words and he told him everything.
Magic can erase a person’s memory, but it cannot erase a person’s love of gossip.
While recalling the terrain and the information he had obtained, Donovan crawled through several corridors and finally saw the huge, gray-white machine.
The whole thing looks like the lower half of a rocket, with the main structure wrapped up and several pipes of varying thickness connected to the bottom and sides.
Donovan stood in front of the generator and was silent for a long time.
He couldn't understand the structure of this thing, nor did he know what the pipes were used for or the functions of the valves and knobs on it.
But he thought again, he didn't need to learn how to use this thing, he just wanted to destroy it - isn't it easy to destroy a machine?
Donovan drew his saber, cut all the wires he could see, and then went to find his next target.
After cutting the third one, Donovan suddenly heard a thin voice from behind: "Good morning, sir!"
The werewolf was startled, and all the hairs on his back stood up. He jumped up to the top of the generator and looked over in shock.
A neatly dressed little monster that looked only one meter tall stood on the ground, looking up at him in surprise.
—House elves? I've never heard of such creatures in the organization?
Donovan was holding a knife in his hand, hesitating whether to rush over and kill this thing, when he saw a house-elf standing in the corner of the generator, staring at him.
Donovan's heart tightened and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat.
"Don't be afraid, sir, Dobby means no harm." Dobby said politely, "Dobby and McGee can still provide you with some help."
"But before that, please tell us first-" another house-elf McGee asked, "You are a person in the manor, why do you want to destroy your own place?"
This house-elf was only wearing a tea towel with a crest on it, and was even smaller in stature, but had a terrifying look in his eyes.
Donovan looked at the emblem with the letter "H" in the middle, and his mind was startled. He said subconsciously:
"I... I'm actually Dumbledore's man... Who are you?"
"So that's it."
McGee did not answer this stupid question. He looked up at the tall generator and said:
"McGee heard the conversation of those people. This is the kind of machine that is very dangerous to wizards, right? Dobby, it seems that we have to destroy these things before looking for people."
He stretched out his slender finger and pointed, and the pipe as thick as his arm broke instantly.
At the same time, on the battlefield outside the manor, Grindelwald suddenly raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and a stream of blazing flames spurted out from the tip of his wand!
In front, the air suddenly twisted, a flash of fire appeared, and a wizard with white hair and beard suddenly appeared. His expression was cold, and his robe floated slightly in the air.
Dumbledore is here.
(End of this chapter)