I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts Chapter 238

Grindelwald came out of the flames, he was wearing a gray-black trench coat, and the strangely shaped collar pin on the lapels of his vest had gone somewhere.

Grindelwald had a genial smile, and even his voice was gentle and amiable, but everyone saw that under his neat and clean face, there was a large terrifying bloodstain on his chest.

"HAiken, your growth is moving, your courage is amazing," he stepped forward and gave old Aiken a warm hug, the blood on his chest stained on the other party's expensive robe.

This way of appearing made old Aiken a little overwhelmed, and the fear of Grindelwald that was suppressed by power and money was slowly taking root again.

It seems that it was only now that Grindelwald found out that he was still stained with a large amount of blood.

Obviously, the bloodstain was not his own. After waving the strange branch wand, the blood on Grindelwald's chest was swept away, but he didn't clean up old Aiken, he just smiled and hugged his chest, and said in an encouraging tone: "Aiken, there is me Here, I will call the shots for you, come on, say what you want to continue."

Old Aiken's domineering power subconsciously lowered, his Adam's apple twitched a few times, trying his best to keep his face calm: "Dear Mr. Grindelwald, my son disappeared in Nurmengard. So I think it is necessary to take some measures - to ensure the safety of my son, who is also a student of your school, which can also help your school to recover..."

Grindelwald waved his hand and almost rudely interrupted the other party's words: "Aiken, I want you to continue what you just wanted to say and do."

Old Aiken glanced at Sean next to him with slightly confused eyes, and then suddenly found that the old and the young had such similar warm smiles on their faces.

What is the relationship between these two people... Old Aiken gritted his teeth. Although he was concerned about the safety of his only son, it was only his intuition that Sean was the murderer, and there was no direct evidence.

"I..." His lips twitched, his voice was several times smaller than before, "I will make a conclusion after investigation and I hope Mr. Grindelwald can provide some convenience..."

"The question is not the answer... Aiken, I have only praised your courage," Grindelwald leaned forward slightly, "I don't want to say it? Then let me help you recall?"

"Just now..."

There was no magic spell, only the mad surging of magic power, and everyone in the office felt that their breathing stopped in an instant.

Grindelwald's windbreaker was automatic, and he showed a wild and uninhibited smile.

"You, are you going to use Veritaserum on my students?"

He took a step forward, and old Aiken and the people he brought with him took a step back as if they had agreed.

"You, want to lynch my students without any evidence?"

His tone was steady, as if he was reciting a hymn, but old Aiken finally recalled the scene buried deep in his memory.

This old wizard in front of me, this man who is no longer young, used to be able to destroy an entire city with just a wave of his hand!

Old Aiken swallowed his saliva and held on, but his body was already half a head shorter: "G, Mr. Grindelwald, my son is also your student, but he disappeared at school..."

"He'll come back...but one yard is one yard," Grindelwald reached out and slapped old Aiken's fat face a few times, "what price will you pay today?"

"Mr. Grindelwald..." Old Aiken finally panicked. Although he smiled, he could clearly see the expression of the person in front of him.

Grindelwald is still the Dark Lord who acts eclectically and always just likes it...

Old Aiken was almost begging for mercy: "Sir, you, you are now the headmaster of Nurmengard..."

"Ha..." Grindelwald sighed.

Sean on the side also shook his head. He couldn't be more clear that Grindelwald hated and liked what others said the most.

You are now the headmaster of Nurmengard.

If this sentence came from Sean, Dumbledore, or other inexperienced students, he would accept it with great joy, and remind the other party to continue to praise him.

And if this sentence comes from those who want to limit him with this identity, Grindelwald's mood will change from sunny to gloomy immediately.

"You guys are really annoying..." He muttered to himself, but the cold sweat on old Aiken's head was getting more and more.

"Sir, just like Mr. Dumbledore, you are also the headmaster of a school. You are one of the greatest wizards of this century. I also met Mr. Dumbledore. He is just like you..."

Before the old Aiken finished speaking, Grindelwald reached out and pinched the other's lips with two fingers.

Sean almost slapped his forehead with a big hand on the side, this old Aiken, the technique of hitting the muzzle is really first-class...

"Let me correct you two mistakes," said Grindelwald. "First of all, I am not one of the greatest wizards of all time. There is only one great, and that is Albus Dumbledore."

"Secondly," he approached old Aiken and said in a low voice in his ear, "I'm not like Dumbledore... I hate when people compare me to him..."

Sean heard Grindelwald's whisper, and he even wanted to add to the other party: "What's more annoying is to compare Dumbledore to me..."

After speaking, Grindelwald loosened his fingers, and he became full of smiles again.

"Okay, let's talk about what happened just now, shall we?"

Old Aiken's lips were pinched with a red mark, but he didn't even have the courage to rub his sleeve. Just now, every time Grindelwald got closer to him, he felt that death was a step closer to him.

"He's changed, but he hasn't changed at all..." He remembered what the president once said.

Old Aiken's lips twitched: "I am willing to apologize to this Wallup, Mr. Wallup, and make compensation..."

"No need—" Grindelwald waved his hand generously.

Old Aiken took a deep breath and hurriedly lowered his head. He now had a sense of happiness that he had survived in a desperate situation.

However, the other party's next words made him fall into an ice cave.

"Aiken, which hand do you usually use with your wand?"

"Green, Mr. Grindelwald..." Old Aiken looked at each other in horror.

"Huh? Do you want me to ask another question?"

"I, I..." Old Aiken wanted to beg the other party to forgive him, but he didn't dare to say more when he met the other party's eyes.

"If you don't say it, then I'll just pick it up..." Grindelwald raised his wand with a smile, like a conductor raising a baton.

"Right hand! Right hand!" screamed old Aiken.

Grindelwald nodded in satisfaction, grabbing the other's right hand, and the twisted, pointed tip of the branch wand slid slowly over the trembling back of his hand.

He didn't know what spell he chanted. After a white light, old Aiken's right hand, which had been sagging due to obesity and aging, suddenly became tight.

"For a wizard, a wand means a second life, and of course the hand that uses the wand needs to be well protected. A little magic spell can make your right hand younger and richer - life force." Grindelwald almost like It's showing a masterpiece like raising old Aiken's right hand for others to see.

But no one paid attention, because old Aiken's left hand had completely disappeared at some point in time - starting from the wrist, the left hand disappeared into the air, leaving only old Aiken's terrified and trembling eyes.

Sean silently observed Grindelwald's actions just now, trying to steal his hand.

It's a pity that I didn't learn it... However, the magic spell just now seemed to drain the life force of the left hand and then added it to the right hand. It was terrible...

Grindelwald showed his "work", and then threw it away as if he was throwing garbage. He waved his wand, and the door to the office opened automatically if there was no wind.

"Originally, if you trespassed in Nurmengard, and dared to interrogate students without my consent, you should have sent it to the herbal garden to be composted - but for the sake of your son's disappearance, this is exempted, go back, old man. Aiken, remember to thank me for my kindness every day in your prayers," Grindelwald said with a smile.

Old Aiken didn't dare to say another word, he tightly held his lost left hand, and led people away as quickly as he lost his soul.

Grindelwald turned his head to look at Rozier and Goodman, and he raised his brows: "You two—forget it, this is my reason to keep your hands and feet tied, but in the future, don't let this happen again. ."

The two didn't even mind the presence of Sean, they knelt down on one knee and touched their chests with their right hands: "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Grindelwald."

"Call me the principal."

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald."

"...Forget it," Grindelwald turned to leave, waving his hand for Sean to follow, "let those kids go to sleep."

The two left the office and walked on the stone corridor in the quiet night of Nurmengard.

"Sir, it was cool just now." Sean complimented sincerely.

Grindelwald twisted his short beard proudly: "Thank you for your compliment, Sean, but you haven't seen anything cooler, and I really should let you see it when I get a chance."

"I'm looking forward to it, sir."

"Don't talk about this, what about that little Aiken?"

"In my ring..."

"Sure enough..." Grindelwald nodded, then waved his hand indifferently, "You can do whatever you want, and let him out tomorrow morning."

Sean nodded: "I see, then should I do something..."

"Why are you looking at me?" Grindelwald said with a 'you're weird' expression, "I'm the headmaster of Nurmengard! I should be so anxious about the disappearance of our students, instead of discussing with the murderer what to do with the kidnapped hostage!"

"I just had a long talk with the frightened student just now to unravel his shadowed mind. I don't know anything."

Sean laughed out loud: "Pfft, I see, sir - but, as the principal, there are still a lot of restrictions, right?"

Grindelwald sighed and shook his head: "That's why I admire Albus - staying in the headmaster's position for so long can still maintain such kindness and tolerance."

"Oh, the gentleman just now will thank you for your kindness."

"He really should have done it—" Grindelwald looked rightfully, "Sean, you know, I always think that every wizard is an extremely valuable resource, not necessary, and I don't want to hurt anyone. A wizard. But sometimes dissatisfied people always cross the line too much, and I've been headmaster for so long that they forget who I used to be—"

"The original Dark Lord?" The two had been together for a long time, and Sean dared to talk about running the train.

"That's okay," Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders indifferently, without the power and steadiness of an old man, "this kind of indifferent thing, when you can control the writing of the history of magic, it doesn't matter how you name it, even if it is Cockroach piles, gin will do.”

Sean looked at each other and nodded silently, history is always made up by the victors.

Grindelwald never cares about these false names, and what he just said is the truth, he cherishes the life of every wizard - of course, he has not said the second half of the sentence, if he can achieve his ultimate long-cherished wish, Grindelwald Countless lives could be sacrificed, including himself.

I just don't know if the other party still retains that goal.

Grindelwald did not take Sean to his office, and the two stopped when they reached the fork in the first floor to the Hogwarts lounge.

"Okay, it was a pleasant night to chat," Grindelwald sighed with satisfaction, "I have one more question before you go back."

"what?"

"What are you going to do with the Veritaserum if I don't get back in time?" Grindelwald asked with interest.

Sean knew that the other party was curious about his follow-up preparations. If there was no plan for this situation, he would probably be a little disappointed.

"Boom~" Sean took out a bottle and opened the cork.

This is not Veritaserum, but an ordinary tonic potion.

"To you, sir." Sean raised his glass, no, he raised the bottle to signal ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and took a sip.

Grindelwald looked at the scene in front of him, and he saw that the pale white liquid that slipped into Sean's deliberately opened mouth turned into black sparkling water when it passed through his throat.

He almost clapped in glee.

"Pretty, beautiful, beautiful Silent Transfiguration." Grindelwald said three beautiful words in a row, and the look of admiration in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Standless?" he asked again with interest.

Sean held out a hand and showed the wand hidden in the sleeve tube pointed at his throat.

"It can only be silent, but not without a stick."

Yes, this is his method, using Silent Transfiguration to turn Veritaserum into Happy Water, under Gamp's Law, the resulting Happy Water has a strong smell of disinfectant, but that's okay, as long as he can. Feel the taste.

And after drinking it in his stomach, the Veritaserum that turned into Happy Water wouldn't work. Although his Silent Transfiguration didn't last long, it was enough to deal with the situation just now.

Grindelwald smiled and waved his fist at the air angrily: "Damn Albus, you are actually a student of Hogwarts! Incredible, look at your insidious little routine, you should have become The next headmaster of Nurmengard."

Sean almost choked on his saliva. He wiped his mouth and smiled bitterly: "Sir, you just said that the principal is not a good job."

"Then change it? The new generation of the Dark Lord?" Grindelwald said with a smile.

"It doesn't sound good either..."

"H" Grindelwald laughed happily, "It's up to you to choose."

"I hope so too."

After the two said goodbye, Grindelwald looked at Sean's leaving back, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he muttered to himself, "Choose..."

Chapter end