Chapter 754
Is that the future you saw?
Chapter 754 Is that the future you saw?
A blond man with a stern face and a tall, upright figure stepped into the dim glow of the streetlights. His expression was as serious as ever, but his eyes held an unusually complex emotion.
"Long time no see, Deline."
Wade turned around, looked at the other person, and said gently.
"Twenty years..." Derain asked, "Is that the future you see?"
Wade: "Hmm?"
He felt that the other person's statement was somewhat strange.
“I remember you have a remarkable talent for prophecy,” Derain asked. “Do you, like Mr. Grindelwald, foresee future scenarios?”
—No, this is my deduction based on the current development of Muggles.
Just as Wade was about to say that, he suddenly paused.
He is indeed skilled in divination, but...
As a cautionary tale, both Grindelwald and Voldemort were provoked by prophecies, and neither of them fared well.
A one-sided prophecy is like an edited version of the truth; it is not false, but it can mislead those who believe it.
Therefore, Vader does not rely on the power of divination.
However, at the same time, he recalled his first conversation with Dumbledore about Horcruxes.
The principal didn't press him about how he knew so much because he believed that Wade could "see" the future like Grindelwald. Wade, to protect his own secret, tacitly accepted this assumption.
Upon closer reflection, he doesn't actually need to make excuses for himself... In a sense, he can indeed "see" it.
"That's it."
Wade vaguely skipped the topic, asking, "Did you come to see me for something?"
Derain didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "You should have received an invitation to the Alchemy Tournament?"
“Yeah,” Wade sighed. “Asking me to be a judge… I haven’t decided whether I want to participate.”
If he were fifty years old... or even thirty, Vader thought it would be worthwhile to spend a day or two as a judge and see the current level of alchemy in the magical world.
But he is fifteen years old now.
At Hogwarts, students only begin taking alchemy courses in their sixth year, when they are sixteen or seventeen years old, and this is similar at other magic schools.
Alchemy has a very high barrier to entry. Without sufficient knowledge, it's like asking an ordinary elementary school student to learn partial differential equations and Lagrange mechanics—no matter how hard they try, they won't be able to understand.
The thought that all the candidates would be older than him, and that they might question his qualifications as a judge or even try to challenge him... made Wade feel that it would be troublesome, and he might as well not go.
“Mr. Grindelwald wants you to come,” De Laine said in a low voice. “He said you’ll find something very interesting there.”
Wade raised an eyebrow slightly: "What is it?"
De Laine shook his head: “I don’t know. Mr. Grindelwald said…you’ll understand when you see it. This is very important, and he hopes you won’t refuse.”
Wade: ...Are we playing dumb? Or is Grindelwald not quite sure either?
After all, Grindelwald was the real master of divination. He might have divined something, but divination is always mysterious and ambiguous.
"Well... I've delivered my message, so I'll be going now," Derain said. He nodded and turned to leave.
When he turned his back to Wade, his serious expression vanished instantly, his brows furrowed, his eyes trembled, and his hands, hidden in his sleeves, shook slightly.
In at most twenty years... the world will undergo tremendous changes... the Secret Law will be forced to expire, and the International Wizarding Federation will no longer be able to keep all wizards hidden?
Is the goal that UMNO has been striving for for decades about to be achieved?
In her excitement, DeLayne also soberly realized—
This is not because of anything they did, but because changes in Muggle society forced the wizarding world to be exposed.
The UMNO's ideal world, besides overthrowing the secrecy laws, also hopes to establish a new order in which wizards rule over Muggles.
Now their goals have been slightly adjusted. Even if they cannot become rulers, they must at least be like Merlin in his time, where wizards held a revered position, were pillars of the kingdom's stability and development, advisors and teachers to the emperor, judges, scholars, and prophets that everyone aspired to be... rather than prey to be hunted.
But if the magical world was forced to be exposed... it sounds like the wizards' situation has become even worse, like trapped beasts cornered.
Mr. Grindelwald, have you also foreseen this unsettling future? Do your eyes see a far greater storm... or the direction we must navigate through it?
De Laine was lost in thought, the streetlight casting a deep shadow on his sharply defined face.
At the corner, he stopped and looked back into the distance.
Vader had already left, and the streets appeared very empty and old. Dim candlelight shone through some windows, as if time had stood still in the Middle Ages.
Derain recalled Vader's assessment of most wizards—rigid, conservative, and outdated.
Then he recalled Wied's various inventions—the Book of Friends, the Communication Pea, and the Flow Mirror.
They all seem to be trying to break down the isolation and closed-off state of the magical world, and to make wizarding society move closer to Muggles.
Vader's puppets have already proven in a recent competition that Vader Gray has the ability to form an army by himself, and his soldiers are all fearless, tireless, and incredibly powerful.
If such soldiers were then equipped with Muggle weapons...
The invisible tension in Derain's chest dissipated, and his heart calmed down, replacing his previous unease; his eyes regained their sharpness and composure, like a falcon that had found its way.
At the same time, he also felt a deep admiration for Grindelwald's vision, and all his doubts were suppressed, transformed into a clear sense of purpose and firm determination.
……
Wade hadn't expected that Deleine would think so much in just a few words.
Watching Derain leave, Vader turned into a secluded alley nearby. Seeing no one around, he first cast an illusion spell on himself, and then the surrounding air rippled—
In an instant, the invisible Vader transformed into a sleek peregrine falcon, flapping his wings and silently disappearing into the cold London night sky.
He enjoyed the exhilarating feeling of the night breeze rustling his feathers, circling freely for a while before flying towards home. As he flew through the city and passed through the suburbs, a figure below suddenly caught his eye.
The peregrine falcon's sharp eyes instantly locked onto its target. Lucius Malfoy, with his pale blond hair, was walking briskly down a narrow alleyway filled with sewage and garbage, his brows furrowed and his face as white as paper.
A thought struck Vader, and he instinctively folded his wings, following silently like a ghost.
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