I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

The old house of the Dumbledore family has long been dilapidated, and the roofs and exterior walls in many places have become ruins due to the erosion of time.

Sean has been to Godric's Hollow twice, but he has never been to this house that has long lost its owner.

Instead of using magic to clear away the shrubs, vines and weeds that covered the yard, he chose to fly in directly through a damaged hole on the second floor.

The wooden corridor in my memory was covered with dust, and the wood stubble stuck out messily, as if no one had been there for so many years.

Sean's steps fell, and the wooden floor creaked like a groan.

He had no intention of covering up, but walked openly towards the door in his memory.

When he walked to the door, Sean lowered his head and glanced. Sure enough, there was no key on the door.

He hesitated for a moment, then took out the key and pointed it at the keyhole.

The holes that should have been rusted or even clogged were extremely smooth, and Sean's key was not hindered in any way.

With a click, the door opened.

Even though he had done countless mental preparations before coming here, when the door was pushed open just a little bit, Sean's breathing became uncontrollably heavy.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open completely.

The room was dark, and the furniture that had been corroded by time showed no signs of renovation.

And in front of the fireplace, which had long since lost the firewood, a silent figure sat on the heavy sofa.

That was a person who was both familiar and unfamiliar to Sean, Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald didn't seem to notice Sean's approach at all. He leaned completely on the sofa and hummed an unknown tune.

His voice was hoarse and less energetic than the old Grindelwald's.

It's like an old man who has lived alone for a hundred years and has seen everything in the world.

Sean didn't speak, he walked slowly towards the room.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Sean felt a strange sense of confinement, just like the one he had just felt in old Bathilda's yard.

It should be a covering spell... Sean thought silently.

He closed the door gently, and the room became darker and darker.

Sean walked over calmly and straightforwardly, and stood quietly in front of Grindelwald.

No one spoke, only Grindelwald's gentle hum.

After a long time, Grindelwald raised his head.

And Sean finally used that little dim light to see the other person's face clearly.

Withered silver-gray hair and wrinkles like knife carvings, without the common spots of old people, but with the smell of old people's vicissitudes of life and decay.

Of course, all this will be forgotten once you meet each other's eyes.

Sean's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his heartbeat began to beat violently after slowing down slightly.

The same eyes as the old Grindelwald, but the ruthlessness in those eyes was almost like a god looking down on all living beings.

Yes, a pair of eyes that have no emotion at all and can only make people tremble.

Little Grindelwald glanced at him indifferently, and then the corners of his mouth formed an emotionless smile.

"I thought you were really fearless. Your sleeve just moved. What did you squeeze? Is it a newly developed escape weapon developed in the past two years? Boy, you are very afraid of death."

It has almost the same voice as the old Grindelwald, but it doesn't give Sean the familiar peace of mind.

Sean was silent for a moment, but did not take back the George Weasley trick card in his hand.

He doesn't like to gamble his life.

"The fifth movement of Mahler's Seventh Symphony..." Sean said softly, which was the ditty the other party hummed just now.

Grindelwald finally glanced at him, but the former was not taken away from the topic by Sean. His hands fell casually under the armrests and dangled.

"Didn't you come here with sincerity? What are you afraid of, child?"

As he said this, he actually laughed out loud, getting louder and louder.

The piercing laughter echoed in the small world-like room, which was frightening.

Grindelwald laughed wantonly for a while, and then said leisurely: "I actually called you child, hahaha - how much older than you were before I fell asleep? Ha, I forgot -"

Sean answered his previous question: "Sir, please allow me to answer your previous question first. First of all, I am indeed afraid of death, very afraid of death. I am indeed worried that you will treat me in anger. Take action. However, I do come with sincerity, and I want to provide some trivial help, if it can make you feel better."

Grindelwald licked his lips: "Who taught you to talk like this, him?"

"No, that's just my personality, but he really helped me a lot." Sean said in a deep voice.

Grindelwald showed an inexplicable smile: "Sean—can I call you that? Sean."

"Of course, sir."

"Sean, what do you think you can do to help me?" Grindelwald asked.

Sean thought for a while and replied in a deep voice: "The general situation and the truth you want, I will do my best to investigate. In other aspects, you can also put forward the things you are interested in."

Grindelwald's smile still made people panic: "What use do I need these for, Sean, my friend."

"But you're still sitting here, sir," Sean whispered.

The atmosphere in the room was stagnant for a moment, and Grindelwald's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you also very popular with Dumbledore?"

"To be honest, most people like me, but my enemies hate me." Sean said honestly.

"Do you know what I do to people I hate?" Grindelwald snapped his fingers.

The entire room began to burn violently, and the fierce flames made Sean, who was in the center, feel his face getting hot.

"I guess it won't be too pleasant to be hated by you." Sean said.

Grindelwald laughed weirdly: "It seems that he taught you well."

"I believe it would be good if you were the one to teach me."

These words made the flames intensify, and Grindelwald slowly stood up.

He wore a tattered black stockings and ran barefoot on the ground.

"Sean, do you know what makes me angry the most? At first, when I was imprisoned, I only had consciousness drifting away."

"I spent some time thinking about all this. I am not happy, but I understand. After all, I know myself best. Even if he has thousands of reasons, how could the ever-proud Gellert Grindelwald Are you willing to imprison yourself? Even if the person who will replace me is my future self."

"However, this is indeed something that I can do, and I even have some pride - ha, you see, I will be so powerful in the future, so powerful that no one can defeat me, so powerful that I can cross such a long distance. time."

"If he comes back, then he must have done something wrong. I never deny failure, and now I even have a chance to reverse failure-"

"So, when my hazy consciousness understood all this and I couldn't resist my stronger self, I fell asleep happily."

Grindelwald opened his hands, and the flames burned wildly, just like his dancing hair.

The chilling and trembling anger merged into the high temperature, and Sean almost subconsciously wanted to use the card to escape from this place.

It can only be said that Grindelwald is Grindelwald. Even though he has been imprisoned in prison for nearly a hundred years, he still possesses such powerful and powerful magic that makes people feel powerless.

Grindelwald was surprisingly angry, almost roaring.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why is it that when I see the world again, it's still so ugly! It's disgusting, it's disgusting!"

"Muggles have taken over more of the world, they are like disgusting insects spreading across the entire land!"

"They are even more comfortable and secure than before, and they even have more power!"

"The wizards still live in a corner, and the rats in the sewers still can't see the sun!"

"Right next to me, the child named Capone has noble blood flowing in his veins and magic power beating! And he is being bullied by disgusting Muggles, and he doesn't even dare to resist!"

"This law has not been repealed, this concept has not been abandoned!"

"This world still hasn't waited for his savior."

Grindelwald stood in the flames, his eyes full of disgust and glaring disappointment.

"He spent so long, used so much power, and even deceived the will of the world, and then gave me such an answer?"

"He's telling me, Gellert Grindelwald -" he said every word, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

"——Just a waste?"

Sean had to use a magic spell to protect his whole body from the high temperature. He said despite the high temperature: "Sir, I can understand your thinking, but I have to refute you. You have never tried it, so Don’t you know that even if you take action yourself, you may not be able to succeed?”

Grindelwald raised the flame.

Sean grabbed the card and spoke quickly and loudly.

"And he may have already had a failure experience, so he comes back - and what if the real change has just begun?"

"Why don't you try it?"

Grindelwald walked over on the flames and said coldly: "Are you teaching me, Sean?"

He was shaken... Sean knew Grindelwald very well. If the other party felt that there was no need to continue the conversation, he would not hesitate at all.

Sean was overjoyed and continued: "I can't teach you anything, but the idea I proposed is indeed the most likely one, isn't it?"

"After all, whether it's him or you - the name is Gellert Grindelwald, isn't it?"

This flattery is loud enough... Sean looked at the other party nervously.

Grindelwald stood in the flames. He looked at Sean indifferently, and then suddenly laughed.

The flames retracted like creatures that completely followed his will, and the burned furniture and walls returned to their original state in an instant.

Grindelwald sat back on the sofa again, his eyes filled with admiration.

"That's so interesting, Sean... Ha, if it were me, I would definitely accept you as a student. Moreover, in the lesson of seeing through people's hearts, your first target is your teacher, right?"

"Very good, I'm convinced by you."

Sean took a breath. He withdrew the spell, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Thank you for your compliment. I've only learned a little bit, but..."

He patted his clothes and said, "I have a really good relationship with him."

Sean smiled under Grindelwald's scrutinizing gaze: "Sir, you know, there is no parallel world, only time connected end to end. So, to me, you are him. To you, I am also me. .”

"What an interesting kid... Very good, you have my recognition now. No matter from every aspect, your value is very high." Grindelwald said condescendingly.

"Oh, this is really good news." Sean breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good news for now," Grindelwald changed back to his original appearance, "Give me enough evidence, give me something more convincing."

"That's exactly what I wanted to do."

"Think? That means you haven't got it yet. Well, you can get out."

Sean didn't stay shamelessly. He spread his hands and turned around to leave. When he walked to the door, he asked: "Sir, I have a question. Can I come and chat with you if you have nothing to do?"

"Okay. To show fairness, I also ask you a question." Grindelwald said.

"certainly."

"Capone, you were supposed to be watching the whole thing, why didn't you help him?"

Sean shrugged: "Because the top priority is to contact you first. Just a passing curse may not solve the fundamental problem."

"That's a good answer, okay, you can get out."

"Goodbye, sir - by the way, I forgot to mention, there is a bag at the door, I put something in it."

After that, Sean flew out of the old house directly.

The room returned to darkness, Grindelwald waved, and a bag flew over.

The bag was cast with a space expansion spell and opened. Inside was precious red wine produced by various wineries, and of course the most famous butterbeer in the wizarding world.

Next to it is a stack of brochures with conspicuous titles.

"The census of wizards from 1880 to the present, complete version."

Finally, there is a wand with a crooked branch.

Grindelwald sneered, picked up a bottle of wine at random and poured it into his mouth boldly.

"It's a bit interesting..."

Godric's Hollow, a village where Muggles live, in the corner of an alley.

"This time, I want to see who will save you." David, with a smirk, led his followers to approach Capone, who had no way to retreat.

Capone forcefully suppressed the magical power in his body, and then grabbed a thin wooden stick.

"As useless as you." David mocked the stick, which was almost thinner than his finger, and then reached out to grab it.

"Ah -" Capone closed his eyes and waved the stick randomly.

However, after waving for a long time, he didn't feel anything hit. Instead, the wooden stick in his hand became lighter and lighter, even becoming as light as a balloon.

He opened his eyes in panic, and then found that the wooden stick in his hand was floating, just like the bad kids who had been bullying him.

They floated like fat balloons.

A handsome boy in a crisp uniform was waving a small wooden stick, directing the "balloons" to go up and down.

"This...this is..." Capone took a step back in panic, and then his eyes lit up again.

Could it be that he had the same magical power that he had felt? !

At this time, Capone discovered that the tall and handsome boy finally noticed him.

The other party smiled gently: "Hello, junior."