The Sealed Prophecy! A New Group In The Wizarding World?(1)
Holding a notebook in hand.
"Prophecy..."
he said softly.
Then he picked up the quill and started writing in his notebook.
"You may need some tools to assist you."
"Like a crystal ball."
"For someone with the gift of prophecy."
"If there is a crystal ball that would assist them,"
"It would be easier to open the Celestial Eye..."
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at the sky outside the window.
He sighed helplessly.
And continued to write in the notebook,
"I have some things to do for now."
"Find a crystal ball and try it first."
"Then we will talk later."
After writing.
Grindelwald closed his notebook.
Then he quietly looked at the wall with the window.
At this time,
The stairs of the tower where no footsteps had been heard for a long time.
A footstep appeared again.
There was a trance in Grindelwald's eyes.
It seemed like he was back in the past.
At that time, behind him.
There was always a woman supporting him.
It was a witch named Vinda Rosier.
She was his most loyal follower.
And also his most faithful follower...
He could never forget the sound of her footsteps.
Even if her footsteps were no longer as powerful as before.
After a while,
The stone wall under the window suddenly became like water with little ripples.
Immediately afterwards, a knot gradually appeared.
In the next second, the human-shaped bulge was pierced, and an old woman came through the wall.
"Ah... Vinda My friend... Long time no see."
A heartfelt smile appeared on Grindelwald's face.
There was also a look of excitement on Vinda's face.
Almost fifty years on...
They hadn't seen each other for almost fifty years.
"Long time no see... Gellert."
Vinda barely controlled his emotions.
"You're getting refreshed, Gellert."
This is Vinda's first feeling.
In fact, when Grindelwald was first imprisoned in Nurmengard.
Vinda, who escaped by chance, actually came to Grindelwald.
She wanted him to go with her.
But...
At that time, all she saw was a man whose heart had died.
A lifeless loser.
At that time, there was only darkness in his eyes.
Even if she was standing in front of him.
He couldn't see her in his pupils either.
but now....…
She seemed to see the ambitious Gellert again!
Because she saw hope in his eyes again.
Seeing Grindelwald staring at himself.
Vinda couldn't help touching his face.
"We're all old, Vita," Grindelwald said emotionally.
'Now, it should be a young man's world...'
Blake's image flashed through Grindelwald's mind.
He raised his head and looked at Vinda who hesitated to speak.
He suddenly smiled and said, "You weren't so coy before."
"If you have any questions, just ask."
His powers of observation were as keen as ever.
Vinda took a deep breath: "Although it's impolite to ask."
"But... I want to know... we all want to know. "
"Is that boy... really your son?"
Grindelwald seemed to have known she would ask this question.
There was no look of surprise on his face
.
"Yes, he is my son."
"Blake Grindelwald."
Vinda said doubtfully, "But... you...."
"Vinda, do you still remember that experiment?"
"Which experiment?"
"The experiment at the Institute of Biology."
The long-standing memory instantly revived in Vinda's mind!
"Then... didn't that experiment fail?"
"Even the researchers had all withdrawn!"
Precisely because that experiment had failed.
That's why she didn't think about it for a while.
Grindelwald smiled.
"Gucci! Move a chair and make a pot of tea."
Vinda, like him, was old.
He had no intention of letting his once most loyal follower stand.
The old house-elf appeared.
Holding a pot of tea in his hand.
Behind him, there was a floating chair and coffee table.
Vinda didn't ask much.
After Gucci arranged it, she sat down.
Because she knew.
The following story may be a little longer.
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Blake just looked at the crystal ball in Beck's hand.
He did not ask where it was from, because he knew.
In the entire Hogwarts, only Trelawney's classroom has a crystal ball.
Judging from the fact that she was often drunk.
If someone were to steal the crystal ball.
She really won't notice it.
Blake picked up the crystal ball.
Then put it on the table.
At the centre of the crystal ball.
There was an irregular white mist filled the air.
Blake held out his hand, on the crystal ball.
Then gently input his magic power into it.
Because of what happened to those poor wands earlier.
He didn't want the crystal ball to be blown up by him.
With Blake's magic surging in.
The white mist in the crystal ball began to condense gradually.
However, just when it was about to take shape.
It suddenly disappeared!
Blake watched the scene in bewilderment.
This really puzzled him.
His prophecy talent was top-notch.
And there was this superb prophecy proficiency!
Following the experience in other disciplines.
At the beginning, he was rewarded with proficiency in Elementary Transformation.
Then he instantly got all the knowledge of Transformation at this level!
But Divination or Prophetic Mastery was the complete opposite!
Although the system showed that he already had the best prophecy proficiency.
But he had no knowledge of prophecy at all!
In this situation, Blake couldn't say that he was proficient in the best prophecy.
He was not even an amateur!
And that's not the weirdest thing.
The weirdest thing was when he picked up the books on divination.
It's as if his talent for memory and talent for being a master of learning temporarily failed him!
And his extreme prophecy talent was useless!
Just now, he almost made a prophecy!
The white mist in the crystal ball was almost forming!
But it suddenly disappeared!
All in all.
It's as if his prophecy was deliberately sealed by someone!
"Who... sealed my prophecy?"
"Why would he do that?"
"Are they afraid that I will see the future?"
"is it him?"
"Did the guy who carried me out of the lab do it?"
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Back in Nurmengard,
Vinda drank the tea from her cup.
"It turned out to be like this..."
"The man... the man who carried Blake out of the lab."
"We're all going to track him down together."
"As for Blake..."
The corner of her mouth twitched.
When Vinda found out about Blake's existence,
She actually wanted to get rid of him...
"Because he's also Dumbledore's son... it will be hard for you to influence him now..."
"In that case, we would only have one more enemy."
"But now I've changed my mind."
"As long as he is still there, you can still change back to the original Grindelwald!"
"And not the loser who was ashamed and waited quietly to die..."
"Still, I say that again. It would not be wise to let him grow up with that hypocrite Dumbledore!"
Grindelwald said nothing.
And Vinda didn't say anything more.
After a long time.
Grindelwald sighed, "You are still not reconciled..."
"Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of thought anymore."
"These things should be left to young people to complete..."
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