"Huh. One of the biggest charges I was given by the stupid Ministry of Magic and the stupid Aurors was that I hated Muggles, but I didn't hate them, and I had spoken about it in public many times. It's a pity they didn't listen."

"But in the face of a mob who truly hates Muggles, these so-called righteous men have become a bunch of soft-footed shrimp"

"Sometimes I wonder if I didn't kill enough. Or maybe I was too gentle? ”

One of the charges given to Grindelwald by the Ministry of Magic was 'hating Muggles and constantly making killings', but Grindelwald was not a murderer, although he did kill a lot of people and admitted that he was not a good person. But compared to Voldemort, it's really much milder.

However, in front of Voldemort, who really hates ordinary people, half-blood wizards, and murderous people, the Ministry of Magic doesn't even have the courage to convict him, and has only called each other a mysterious person for more than ten years.

Maybe Grindelwald's actions can be regarded as the orderly camp in the final analysis, their style of acting is more or less traceable, as long as they don't get in the way, they can be fine, Voldemort belongs to the chaotic camp without much logic, and everyone is afraid of the chaotic camp, because they don't pay too much attention to killing.

The two talked from eleven o'clock in the middle of the night until late at night (Harry went back to rest early in the middle of the conversation), and finally Grindelwald let out a long sigh.

"The future belongs to you young people"

"We old things will eventually be obsolete by the times, and all I can do is pass on my knowledge to you as much as possible."

"Thank you for talking to me so much."

"But you won't be late tomorrow."

Dudley respectfully said goodbye to Grindelwald and left, leaving Grindelwald alone in the room.

After sitting in a daze for a while, Grindelwald stood up and was about to leave, when his body suddenly froze, and his recovered eyes changed color again.

He knew that this was the time when the prophecy came.

Sure enough, countless intermittent fragments flashed before his eyes, as if they had captured the trajectory of the future

But what puzzled him was that the future he saw this time was completely different from the two futures he had seen before, and it was a completely new future.

Is there any. The third future?

What the hell is going on?

Why different futures are emerging one after the other, something like this has never happened before.

With such doubts, Grindelwald saw the protagonist of this prophecy.

The pupils in the eyes constricted slightly.

'It's him!' ’

Time passed like water, and the holiday was coming to an end in a blink of an eye, and everyone present was not eliminated.

Due to the Austrian Ministry of Magic's 'strict guard', the owls in charge of delivering the letter (5th grade purchase order) could not enter at all, and could only be handed over by Dumbledore, which was the second time that Dumbledore had taken the initiative to appear in Newmengard Castle.

Grindelwald sat on the steps of the staircase as always, looking at the people below, "Although your knowledge, magic, and actual combat are far beyond those of ordinary adult wizards, you are also stronger than most of those waste Aurors. ”

NEVER FORGET TO DISS THE AURORS, AND GRINDELWALD'S RESENTMENT TOWARDS THE AURORS IS NOT INSIGNIFICANT.

Then his tone became a little heavier: "But these are just the beginning, for truly powerful wizards, you are only just stepping into the realm of magic, and you are still very young. ”

"Don't be complacent just because you have achieved a little bit of success, always maintain the greatest reverence for magic."

"Remember. The path of the devil is never-ending. ”

Grindelwald's goodbye was very bland, just a few words of explanation and it was over.

"Dumbledore, let them come over if you can come over next holiday."

Grindelwald's voice rang in the ears of Dumbledore, who was still facing away from him.

The wizarding world also has a way to transmit information without speaking, but the distance is not too far, and ordinary wizards can't learn it.

"Looks like you're happy with them."

Dumbledore replied, still not looking back.

As for the Austrian Ministry of Magic only allowing them to stay for a week or something, their opinion doesn't really matter, but it is still necessary to ask for it out of courtesy

Grindelwald sent me another note, and they would have agreed.

Otherwise, once Grindelwald escapes from prison, it will be the time for Austrian magic to 'shuffle' on a large scale, and they will also meet any needs of the other party for the sake of the hat on their heads.

"It's really interesting to have three little guys."

"Dursley, Potter, Granger?"

"No, it's Dursley, Potter, Longbottom. Of course, Granger is also very good, but she is more talented in spells and doesn't fit into my system. ”

Dumbledore was somewhat surprised by Grindelwald's answer.

Longbottom, although excellent, could not compare with Granger, in terms of grades, Granger was only below Dudley, many of her papers even thought she was good, and Professor McGonagall was very precious to her as a student, almost as a successor.

In comparison, Longbottom's subjects can only be regarded as excellent, at best the level of that Cedric, but the herbalism is good, and Pomona (the head of Hufflepuff House) has mentioned to him more than once that Longbottom will be transferred.

Well. It's just excellent

A new unit of measurement goes live – Cedric.

"Albus."

If it was Dumbledore when he had just broken up, he would not have agreed to be called him that, but now it doesn't matter.

Calling out Dumbledore's name, Grindelwald fell silent until Dumbledore left.

He was worried and even afraid that he would not be allowed to say it.

It's about the third future.

Before leaving, Dudley walked up to Grindelwald and pulled something out of his pocket, it was a silver-white phone bug, unlike the other phone bugs that were either dozing off or sleeping, this phone bug had a pair of big piercing eyes.

"Professor, this is for you."

Handing the phone bug to Grindelwald's hand, the phone bug stared at each other curiously with a pair of big eyes.

"What do you want me to do with this?"

"Easy to contact."

"If you have any questions you don't understand, feel free to ask you?"

'What are you kidding, your questions go on and on as soon as you ask them. ’

Grindelwald was about to say something to say no when Dudley made an offer that he couldn't refuse.

"There's one in the principal's office too, it's golden."

"It's very convenient to communicate with this, and it's much better than an owl or something."

What else could he say?

Of course, I accepted it silently.

If nothing else, answering students' doubts is the basic responsibility of a professor.

(End of chapter)