Chapter 372 "It's Grindelwald"

The old houses of the Dumbledore family have long been abandoned. The roofs and exterior walls have become ruins over the years. Sean has been to Godric's Hollow twice, but he has never been to this house that has long since lost its owner.

Instead of using magic to clear the wild grass and vines covering the yard, he flew in directly from a damaged hole on the second floor. 

The wooden corridor was covered with dust. It seemed that no one had been there for so many years. Sean's steps fell, and the wooden floor creaked loudly.

He didn't try to hide it but walked towards the door in the memory. Walking to the door, Sean looked down, and there was no key on the door.

After hesitating for a while, he took out a key and pushed it at the keyhole. Logically speaking, the holes that should be rusted or clogged were extremely smooth, and Sean's key was not hindered.

With a click, the door opened. Even though he had made countless preparations before coming here, Sean's breathing became uncontrollable when the door was pushed open a little bit.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open completely. The room was dim, and the furniture that had been eroded by the years showed no signs of renovation.

In front of the fireplace that had run out of firewood a long time ago, there was a shadow sitting on the thick sofa. That was a man Sean was familiar with but also unfamiliar with, Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald didn't seem to notice Sean's coming at all. He leaned on the sofa completely, humming an unknown tune. His voice was hoarse and lifeless than the old Grindelwald. It's like an old man who has lived alone for a hundred years and has seen through everything in the world.

Sean didn't speak. He walked slowly into the room.

As soon as he stepped in, Sean felt something, just like he felt something in Bathilda's yard just now. Sean thought it should be a concealing spell.

He gently closed the door, and the room became darker. Sean walked over calmly and stood quietly in front of Grindelwald.

He didn't speak anything, only Grindelwald hummed softly.

After a long time, Grindelwald raised his head. Sean finally saw his face clearly with the help of that little bit of dim light.

He has silver-gray hair, sharp wrinkles, and some details like an old person who had been aged.

Sean's breathing stagnated suddenly, and his heartbeat slowed down. The eyes are exactly the same as the old Grindelwald, but the ruthlessness in those eyes is almost nonexistent.

His pair of eyes show no emotion at all.

Grindelwald glanced at him and outlined a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I thought you were fearless, but you moved your sleeves. What are you holding? Is it a newly researched escape weapon in the past two years? You seemed to be afraid of death." He said he was the old Grindelwald, but something made him feel he was a bit different.

Sean was silent momentarily and did not take the item back into his hand.

"Mahler's 7th Symphony, Fifth Movement." Sean said softly. This was the tune that he had hummed just now.

Grindelwald glanced at him and dangled his hands casually.

"Didn't you come here with sincerity? What are you afraid of, child?" As he said that, he laughed out of joy. The more he laughed, the louder it was.

Grindelwald laughed for a while and said leisurely, "I called you a child. How old was I before I fell asleep? Hah, I forgot."

Sean immediately said, "Please allow me to answer your previous question first. First, I really am afraid of death. I am worried that you will attack me out of nowhere. However, I came here with sincerity, and I want to help if that can make you feel better."

Grindelwald licked his lips, "Who taught you to speak like this? Is it him?"

"No, I'm like this, but he did give me a lot of help." 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 help me with?" Grindelwald asked back.

Sean pondered for a while and replied, "I will do everything possible to investigate the general situation and the truth you want. Other than that, you can also tell me things you are interested in."

"What's the benefit of these to me, Sean?"

"You're sitting here, sir." Sean whispered.

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment, and Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly, "Are you also very popular like Dumbledore?"

"To be honest, most people like me, but my enemies hate me most." 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 feel his face was burning hot.

"It must not be too pleasant to be hated by you." Sean said.

Grindelwald laughed, "It seems that he taught you well."

"If you want to teach me more, I think it would go really well for me."

These words intensified the flames, and Grindelwald slowly stood up. He was wearing a tattered black silk and stepping barefoot on the ground.

"Sean, do you know what annoys me the most? When I was imprisoned, all I had was a hazy drift of consciousness."

"It took me some time to think through all this. I am not happy with it, but I understand. After all, I know myself best. Even if he has thousands of reasons, how could Gellert Grindelwald surrender to imprisonment? Even if the person who will replace me is my future self."

"However, there is something I can do, and I still have some pride. You see, the future me is so powerful that no one can defeat him, so powerful that he can travel through such a long time."

"If he comes back, it means that I have done something wrong. I have never denied failure, and now I even have a chance to fix the wrong."

"When my hazy consciousness understood all this, and I couldn't resist my stronger self, I happily fell asleep." Grindelwald opened his hands, and the flames were burning wildly.

Chilling and trembling anger merged into the heat. Sean almost wanted to use the item from the lottery to escape from this place. It can only be said that Grindelwald is Grindelwald. Even though he has been imprisoned for nearly a hundred years, he still possesses such a powerful magical power.

Grindelwald was angry. He was almost growling.

"Damn it, why is this world still so ugly when I see it again? It's disgusting."

"Muggles take over more worlds and spread across the land like insects!"

"They even live more comfortably than before and have more power!"

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

"Near me, there's a kid named Capone; he has noble blood and magic power beating through his veins. But disgusting Muggles are bullying him, and he doesn't even dare to attack back!"

"The law has not been abolished. This vision has been abandoned!"

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

"He spent so long, used so much power, even did not hesitate to deceive the world, and then gave me this kind of result?"

"Is he trying to tell me that Gellert Grindelwald—" He paused, his eyes were protruding.

"Is a piece of trash?"

Sean had to use a magic spell to protect his whole body from the high temperature and said, "I can understand your emotion, but I have to object. You have never tried it. Even if you did it yourself, there might be a chance that you might not be able to succeed."

Grindelwald raised the flame. Sean grabbed the item and said quickly and loudly.

"He probably already had one failure or wrong, so he came back. As for the fixing, what if it's just started?"

"I mean, why don't you try to fix it yourself?"

Grindelwald approached the flames and asked, "Are you teaching me, Sean?"

Sean knew Grindelwald very well, and if he thought there was no need to continue the conversation, this fire would not hesitate to burn him at all.

Sean continued, "I'm not teaching you, but telling you that it is the most likely situation right now."

"After all, either he or you bear the name Gellert Grindelwald, isn't it?"

Sean looked at him nervously. Grindelwald stood in the flames; he looked at Sean indifferently and suddenly laughed. The flames retracted like creatures that completely obeyed his will. The burned furniture and walls returned to their original shape in an instant.

Grindelwald sat back on the sofa again.

"You're interesting, Sean. I would definitely take you in as a student, and I'm guessing that you've picked several things from him, right?"

"But very well, I am convinced by you now."

Only then did Sean take a breather; he withdrew the item, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said, "Thank you for your compliment. I just learned a little, but—"

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

Sean smiled under Grindelwald's scrutiny, "There is no parallel world, only a single line of time connected end to end. So, to me, you are him, and to you, I am myself."

"Heh, you're good. You have my approval now. No matter how you look at it, you seem valuable." Grindelwald said condescendingly.

"Well, this is good news." Sean finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Temporary good news," Grindelwald returned to his original appearance, "Give me enough evidence and give me something more convincing."

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

"It sounded like you haven't got any yet. Well, you can get out."

He spread his hands and turned around to leave. When he reached the door, he asked, "I have a question. Can I come and chat with you if I have nothing to do?"

"You can do that. I'll probably ask you a question, too." Grindelwald said.

"Certainly."

"About Capone, you were watching him the whole time. But why didn't you help him?"

Sean shrugged, "Because my most urgent matter is to get in touch with you. Just helping him with a spell may not solve the fundamental problem."

"Good answer. You can go now."

"Goodbye, sir. By the way, I forgot to say, there is a bag by the door, and I put something in it."

Sean flew out of the old house directly. The room was dark again, Grindelwald beckoned, and a bag flew over. The bag was cast with an Extension Charm, and when it was opened, there were precious red wines produced by various wineries and the most famous butterbeer in the wizarding world.

Next to it is a stack of books.

"The Wizarding Demographics, 1880 to Present, Complete Edition."

And lastly, a crooked wand. Grindelwald sneered. He randomly picked up a bottle of wine and poured it into his mouth.

"He is interesting."

In 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 led his followers to approach Capone, who had nowhere to retreat.

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

"It's as useless as you." David mocked the wooden stick that was almost thinner than a finger and then reached out to grab it.

Capone closed his eyes and waved the stick randomly. However, after swinging for a long time, he didn't feel that he hadn't done anything to it. But the wooden stick in his hand became lighter and lighter and even became as light as a balloon.

He opened his eyes and found that the stick in his hand was floating, just like those kids who had been bullying him. All of them float like balloons.

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

"What is happening…." Capone took a step back in panic.

At this time, Capone saw that the boy had noticed him.

He smiled gently, "Hey there, junior."