When Grindelwald came out of the Borgin-Blog Magic Shop, he just had an extra pendant clock hanging from his jacket pocket for decoration.

And it was this little clock that made Grindelwald go from a tyrant sitting on tens of thousands of gold gallons back to the penniless poor bastard at the beginning....

Grindelwald didn't care too much about the loss of money, but walked down the alley and thought about what the indescribable statue the store manager was talking about.

Fortunately, due to Grindelwald's high-profile style in recent days, the reputation of "Little Devil" has spread in Tumbledown Alley, saving a lot of time to be disturbed....

Just as everyone in Tumbledown Alley saw Grindelwald stay away, an old woman in a cloak with her entire face covered under her hood suddenly emerged from around the corner.

The old woman grabbed Grindelwald's arm and pulled Grindelwald into the corner.

And as Grindelwald entered, that corner disappeared with it.....

'Sticky touch? ’

Grindelwald frowned and looked at the old woman in front of him, and after a short thought, he chose to put down the wand in his hand.

In Grindelwald's perception, the old woman in front of him exuded an aura that was so strong that it was like substance, and it filled her with a strong sense of familiarity....

And as that aura intensified, Grindelwald could feel his broken soul begin to resonate uncontrollably....

Whether it is the part of reason that belongs to the 'humans' or the part of the madness that belongs to the 'monsters', they are all thirsting for that breath at this time.

At this moment, the old woman suddenly let go of the hand holding Grindelwald, lowered her head and turned around.

I don't know when, the old woman was holding a huge crystal ball in her hand at this time....

The old woman suddenly asked for no reason, "Do you know the difference between divination and prophecy?" ”

The old woman's voice was very viscous and low, like bubbles constantly rising in the swamp, making people feel uncomfortable and weird....

Grindelwald touched his chin, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"The difference between macro and micro."

Grindelwald was 'looking' at the old woman in front of him, and the old woman was also 'looking' at Grindelwald with the crystal ball at this time.... It's a challenge, a soothsayer's challenge to a soothsayer.

All sorts of unrelated sights flashed before Grindelwald's eyes....

A magnificent castle in the depths of the sea, a dilapidated fishing village by the sea, a wonderful girl, a monster with gills and fish scales...

Suddenly, a sight flashed in front of Grindelwald's face, it was a wand, an unfinished wand, a wand made of elderwood.....

"I am truly impressed by your prophetic abilities, my esteemed predecessor, the Dark Lord Mr. Greot Grindelwald."

The old woman took off that hood .... It was a disgusting face, fish-like eyelids without eyelids and bulging outwards, flat lips that spread to the base of the ears, fish scale skin that constantly bubbled out with translucent, viscous liquid....

'Deep divers? ’

For some reason, the name of such a creature appeared in Grindelwald's mind for no reason....

"Did you steal that statue?" Grindelwald asked with a frown, feeling a tumbling stomach at the thought of such a creature clutching at his arm.

The old woman hurriedly shook her head, for fear that she would offend the person in front of her by a momentary misunderstanding, and hurriedly explained: "Mr. Grindelwald, I am just a fortune teller who is about to return home. ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head a few centimeters to show his humility and respect.

"Homecoming?" For some reason, when he heard this word, Grindelwald's mind instinctively resurfaced the calm sea in Rhodes's mind.

"You'll find out in a few days, and I just want to do a divination for the birth of a legend before I return home." The old woman's eyes were full of fanaticism, some of them were excited about her imminent return to her hometown, and some were ecstatic about this divination.

As the slime stuck to the crystal ball became thicker, the fanatical color on the old woman's face became more and more intense....

"I saw it! I see it! ”

The old woman suddenly let go at this time, the crystal ball fell to the ground and turned into glass shards, and the fin-shaped palm kept scratching her face...

"It's disgusting...."Grindelwald took a few steps back with a look of disgust, and even began to regret why he had followed him into this alley.

"You're looking for something, something that belongs to you, something that has the same origin as you..."The old woman's fingers began to pierce her eyeballs, and green blood combined with translucent liquid flowed out.

The old woman didn't seem to feel the pain of the punctured eyeball, and her voice increased more and more, "You have been led in the wrong direction by the wrong bait now, but rest assured, this wrong path will still lead you to the right result..."

"You mean, that statue isn't what I'm looking for?"

The old woman ignored Grindelwald, but stood there for a moment, with an incredulous expression, and then suddenly threw herself towards Grindelwald.

"Another seeker! Be careful, there are people looking for these items just like you! ”

Just when Grindelwald instinctively wanted to pull out his wand to fight back, the scene in front of him suddenly began to distort....

In the blink of an eye, Grindelwald came to the crowded street, and the people around him were looking at Grindelwald with surprised eyes.... Obviously, from the people around him, Grindelwald was just talking to himself from beginning to end.

Grindelwald coughed awkwardly and put his wand back in his pocket, blending in with the ever-moving crowd, but his mind was still immersed in the conversation...

'There are also other people looking for Horcruxes.... Someone who wants to get rid of me? Not very likely....'

Suddenly, as if Grindelwald had thought of something, he stopped abruptly.

'It's another resurrected Horcrux!' ’

But such news is even worse for Grindelwald at this time, after all.... The essence of fusing the rest of the Horcruxes is 'devouring', which means that a hunt that is unclear who is the hunter and who is the prey is quietly taking place.

'Whether the resurrected part is magic or memory, it is a great threat to me, who only has talent....' Grindelwald bit his lower lip and kept thinking about what to do, blood constantly flowing from his lips.

Suddenly, Grindelwald stumbled, and someone hit Grindelwald from behind... It's a little boy with glasses and a slightly timid temperament.... There was also a lightning-bolt scar on his head.

The boy's glasses had fallen to the ground from the impact, and they were full of cracks.

But even so, the little boy looked apologetic, "I'm sorry, sir. It's that I didn't see clearly when I walked...."

"It's fine." As he spoke, Grindelwald tapped the little boy's glasses with his wand.

Just as the little boy was about to say thanks, he noticed that the person in front of him had already disappeared into the crowd...

"By the way, I'm coming out to find Headmaster Dumbledore this time! How could Headmaster Dumbledore suddenly skip school..."