I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Looking at the old man standing up slowly, Sean's breathing became uncontrollably rapid. Although Dumbledore had already said in the letter during the summer vacation that he would inform the prophecy at the right time, but when this time came, Sean was still a little excited and nervous.

He had guessed the content of the prophecy many times. It might be vague, but the key would definitely point to him.

What role will he, Sean Wallop, play in the prophecy?

Dumbledore stood up. He did not speak immediately. He crossed his hands in front of his belly and stared at the night sky quietly with his lake-blue eyes.

On the wall, the portraits of the past Hogwarts principals also became serious. They were all sitting upright, and the wizards who pretended to sleep after Dumbledore returned also opened their eyes and moved closer.

"Sean," Dumbledore finally spoke. His voice was as gentle, calm and reassuring as ever, "Have you ever learned anything about prophecies or divination?"

Sean pondered for a while and said softly: "I bought some books, which mentioned that divination is a branch of magic, which generally uses some kind of ritual or tool to predict the future, or to gather insights from past, present, and future events. But, professor, you said that the more people believe in that prophecy, the more it will come true. I have never heard of this statement..."

Dumbledore did not answer his question. He smiled and said: "In fact, I have always believed that divination is a very loose science. It requires a specific way of thinking and concentration to improve a person's perception and logical thinking ability. , in order to gain insights into different events, phenomena, details, emotions and thoughts.”

He seemed a little hungry, so he opened the drawer and took out a can of Bee Bee Candy, then took one in his mouth before continuing: "Pay attention to my wording, 'insight', yes, I have always believed that prophecy It is an insight into a future that contains a lot of information, but it is not guaranteed to happen - predicting the future is very difficult because the cause and effect of people's actions are always complex and changing."

"However, people tend to get trapped in prophecies and then believe what they want to believe or have to believe..." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, "Everyone is so special, but they are all the same. of vulgarity, including me.”

Sean listened to all this quietly, and he suddenly realized that Dumbledore looked so old.

"Sean, do you know why the content of this prophecy has not been spread?" Dumbledore asked.

"Because the more people believe it, the prophecy will come true. This is what you and Mr. Grindelwald told me." Sean replied doubtfully.

"Why?" he asked, and then immediately answered his own question, "Because, this prophecy covers an entire era..."

Covering the entire era... Sean's pupils shrank violently.

Dumbledore finally finished eating the candy, he showed a satisfied expression, and then slowly walked to Sean.

"Come on, kid, we're going into my memory, and you'll find that it's not only vivid in detail, but also accurate—"

Sean followed him to a shallow, silver basin with a metallic luster. Even though he had never used it before, Sean immediately knew what it was: a pensieve.

The mouth of the pensieve is engraved with runes and other mysterious symbols. The basin was filled with a silvery substance that was both liquid and gas like the clouds.

Dumbledore took out his wand and touched it on his temple. A fluffy silver thread was slowly pulled out. The silver thread was wrapped around the tip of his wand a few times, and then slowly sank in. Pensieve.

"Just put your face in it - let's go?"

Sean leaned forward, took a deep breath and plunged into the pensieve. He kept falling, and when he opened his eyes, he was already standing on solid ground, with Dumbledore beside him.

They were standing in a narrow alley, with dark gray stone walls on both sides. There were some cracks in the stone pavement under their feet, and a few green weeds emerged from the cracks.

Just as Sean was about to speak, someone walked through his body and walked out of the alley.

It was young Dumbledore, with a beard and a dressy burgundy velvet suit.

However, his expression looked very serious, as if he was about to face a powerful enemy.

"Professor, what are you here for?" Sean asked.

Dumbledore just smiled, winked at Sean, and motioned to follow him.

The two of them followed young Dumbledore out of the alley not far away. This seemed to be a village. The roofs of the buildings were mostly in the Mengsha style, with a turning slope, gentle at the top and steep at the bottom. There are many exquisite dormer windows on the roof, which are round or pointed and have different shapes.

Like the architectural features in Germany... Sean muttered in his heart.

Young Dumbledore walked through a small square and finally stopped in front of a colonnaded house.

His expression remained serious, but other than that, no other emotions could be seen.

After Dumbledore stood still, the door in front of him opened automatically, and a wild and uninhibited voice came out.

"It would be difficult to invite you here, Albus—"

The young Grindelwald walked out of the room. He was wearing a high-collared black slim-fitting trench coat. He not only maintained the handsomeness of his youth, but also had the mature charm of a middle-aged man.

However, that sense of stability was greatly destroyed by the wanton and enthusiastic smile on his face. Grindelwald opened his arms and was about to embrace him.

Dumbledore took out his wand and put it on Grindelwald's chest. His expression was serious and dignified: "Grindelwald, I am not here to reminisce with you."

"Oh, oh, we haven't seen each other for so long, are you sure you don't want to come for a drink? And, stop pretending, Albus, your wand won't be able to exert its powerful power when facing me - of course , Me too." Grindelwald withdrew his hand, but the happy smile on his face remained.

"Let's get down to business - where are the Cassandras?" Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Grindelwald stepped aside and said enthusiastically: "Come on, come on, Ms. Wabraski is very happy living here."

Cassandra Wabraski? Sean remembered that this was the author of "Clearing the Fog to See the Future" and she was a famous prophet.

Grindelwald kidnapped her?

Dumbledore walked into the house silently, Grindelwald leading the way, and they walked down a tunnel.

"I originally thought she was a descendant of Trelawney, but now it seems that she is not. However, the characteristics of the prophet are always destined, and she is easily entangled in mystery."

"Look, I saved her life - Albus, aren't you happy?" Grindelwald stood at the door of a dungeon, he opened the door and said with a smile.

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