"The prerequisite for becoming strong is to survive." Egger pursed his lips and didn't care at all: "Only those who survive to the end are qualified to be called strong." ”

Grindelwald was stunned, as if he didn't expect Iger to think this way.

Egger didn't plan to argue with him about this, but just found a nearby hotel that was quite lively and settled down, but fortunately, Egger had enough euros on him, and the three of them had a hearty dinner.

Grindelwald eats deliciously, but his movements are elegant, and he seems to have engraved this calmness in his bones.

"I can probably think of what tomorrow's newspaper headlines will be." Egger leaned back in his chair with a glass of whiskey in his hand: "The famous first Dark Lord escaped from prison, will the Dark Ages sweep again?" Hahaha..."

"Aren't you the one responsible for this?" muttered to Emily, holding the tomato juice.

"By the way, was there such a person as Mr. Grindelwald two hundred years ago?" Egger pondered, "If there is, then he shouldn't be considered the first generation, right?" ”

"I don't know what the concept of the Dark Lord is, but two hundred years ago, there were many powerful Dark Wizards." Emily thought for a moment, "But we Bloodlines are rarely involved in the affairs of the wizarding world, but those stinky werewolves have always wanted to have a place in the wizarding world. ”

"Looks like you shouldn't be the first generation," Iger looked at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow, a hint of disdain on his old face: "I never said I was the Dark Lord..."

Wiped his mouth a little reservedly, and rubbed his beard that had become lush because he had not taken care of it for too long with the white handkerchief, Grindelwald tilted his head slightly: "I prefer to accept the title of revolutionary than the title of Dark Lord." ”

"Hmm—" Egger glanced at Grindelwald thoughtfully, and nodded slowly.

It's pretty much the same...

Winning is a revolution, losing is a demon king.

Success and defeat have been the same since ancient times.

It's like what Doflamingo said.

Justice will prevail? Of course...

Only the victor is righteous.

"Throughout my life, have I done anything for my own selfish desires?" Grindelwald opened his arms and said calmly: "As I said, all for the greater good..."

Iger blinked his eyes, poked his head slightly, and looked at Grindelwald with a stupid expression: "Friend, have you heard of Amway?" ”

Grindelwald: "??? ”

Iger thinks it's too blind for someone like Grindelwald to be a wizard, and if he goes to work as a pyramid scheme, then all other crooks will starve to death...

A dinner broke up.

Emily squinted at Grindelwald's back to the room, and turned to look at Egg, "He wants to trick you." ”

"I can see it." Egger nodded approvingly: "But unfortunately, I'm heterosexual." ”

Emily: "??? ”

Damn, are we talking about the same thing?

Emily puffed back into her room, and Egg leaned back in her chair and took a sip of her glass.

He knew what Emily meant, but he was just pretending to be confused.

A few years have passed, and Egger is no longer the stupid boy who dares to say anything, and he can naturally see that Grindelwald has whitewashed himself.

No matter what he said, Iger knew one thing very well, that is, when Grindelwald was in power, there were no fewer dead people than during Voldemort's time.

It was a great movement that swept half the world of magic, and naturally it was not comparable to a village tyrant like Voldemort.

Iger didn't think about siding with Grindelwald, and of course, didn't think about sanctioning him for the dead.

The reason for letting him out was just because he needed it temporarily, or because he thought the person was interesting.

As for what politics, what movement.

Speaking of which, Iger may not even understand the core idea of the organization...

The night went by, and that night, Grindelwald's escape from prison was in full swing, making headlines in the magical newspapers of various European countries the next morning.

Looking at the magic newspaper called Owl Express in Germany, Iger pouted faintly.

The current editor really has no new ideas, and I should really learn more from the browser editors who were sent to the crematorium later.

Astound! The hundred-year-old man didn't return home at night because...

Astound! Dozens of strong men fell into a coma, and a hundred-year-old man actually did such a thing...

Listen, how exciting?

The magic newspaper that was originally quite formal suddenly became Liu Bei's tabloid on the verge of harmony, but the sales must have skyrocketed...

Emily drank a glass of tomato juice and sat quietly beside Egger waiting for Grindelwald, then stared in the direction of the hallway and her eyes widened.

A handsome old man with his back combed walked over slowly, and Egger drank milk and read the newspaper, his dead fish eyes slightly raised.

"Poof!! Ahem, ahem..."

A mouthful of white liquid squirted out, and Egg stared at the old man in front of him in shock.

At this time, Grindelwald's hair was neatly combed, with a big back around him, and his originally lush beard was shaved into a neat mustache, his cheeks were hard, wrinkles were scarce, and his eyes were sharp.

Wearing a decent suit, Grindelwald looked at the two and smiled slightly: "Is there a problem?" ”

Egger nodded slightly: "How much is the suit?" ”

Grindelwald: "......"

Emily laughed, just now Grindelwald's forcing was too high, and the forcing was too heavy, so she couldn't speak a little, but she ran into Iger in a second...

Early in the morning, Iger paid for the accommodation of the three of them, and also paid for a suit for the store.

But this money is all trivial, but Egger can't accept the point...

Why is this old man Nima so handsome in his 100s?

How handsome did you have to be when you were young, Nima's...

It's good that I wasn't born in the same era...

Although Iger thinks he is handsome, he is still somewhat self-aware.

Compared with his appearance, he looks more delicate than Harry, and at most he is on the same level as Cedric, but this handsome uncle next to him...

No, handsome old man...

This handsome old man has already committed a foul, okay?

The body is full of vicissitudes, his eyes are full of stories, and his every move is full of pretending to be forced... No, it's the charm of a mature man.

Nima's, it's too much...

You're over 100 years old, you know?

It's hard for Egger to connect Grindelwald at this time with the sloppy and smelly old man last night, these are just two people, right?

But Egger is still relieved, fortunately, he is a gay, there is no competitive pressure...

"How do we get there now?" Grindelwald didn't have the slightest self-awareness, and turned his head to look at Egger happily.

"Have you ever been to Norway?" Iger looked at Grindelwald.

"Of course." Grindelwald nodded.

Emily on the side took out her wand and handed it to Grindelwald: "Portkey." ”

Grindelwald reached out and took the wand, and looked at it carefully for a long time: "It's been a long time since I've seen this thing, the one I used to have..."

"In Dumbledore's hands." Egger nodded, "But it's okay, I can help you find a stronger one." ”

"Stronger than the Elder's Wand?" The corners of Grindelwald's mouth curled, and he looked at Egger with a smile, as if he wanted to check the truth of Egger's words.

"Of course." Egg nodded: "Do you think my staff is worse than the old wand?" ”

Grindelwald nodded knowingly, and without saying much, he casually found a stone and took his wand and nodded: "Mentos." ”

"Let's go." Egg nodded, and the three of them grabbed each other's arms, and Egg grabbed the stone.

There was a sharp hook behind the navel, and the figures of the three disappeared in an instant.