The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 197

"Good afternoon, Gellert."

Dumbledore said softly.

"Good afternoon, Albus, this child is"...

The old man in front of Zhang Qi, who looked a little thin, but still couldn't hide his temperament, looked at Zhang Qi curiously.

"Ah, the cursed talent".

When Grindelwald saw Zhang Qi's different pupil colors, there seemed to be a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Thanks to you".

Zhang Qi narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him.

The person in front of him looked a little thin due to his long years of imprisonment, but the disdainful temperament of the superiors was completely unconcealable.

"This innate talent is a curse. You inherited it through your own family, but it can't be said to be a gift from me. After all, I have been single all my life and have never touched a woman."

There was a hint of sarcasm in the old man's words, and in a trance, Dumbledore felt as if he had returned to the old era.

"Yeah, if you could have a son or something at that time, this kind of talent would not be randomly reassigned to my mother's head because the family blood was cut off."

Zhang Qi quietly looked at the skinny old man in front of him, but his heart was far less calm than his appearance.

"Then I'm really sorry, I will only give what I should give to the people I love."

Grindelwald said indifferently.

"Like Headmaster Dumbledore"?

Zhang Qi said suddenly in a very rude tone.

"? Albus, did you tell this child?"

The smile on Grindelwald's face stiffened.

"Gail, have you forgotten why this child's eyes became like this"?

Dumbledore asked helplessly.

"Ah, when I was young, I always felt that this ability to see through everything was really cool, but now I realize that it's so... uncomfortable to be seen by others."

Grindelwald's face twitched unnaturally.

"Gellert, let's talk about some serious business. You said I wanted to see this child, but I risked being discovered by the International Conference of Wizards and helped you realize this wish."

"I know, Albus, so can you go out for a while? I think it's better for me to talk to this kid alone."

Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore a little rudely.

"As you wish, Gellert."

Dumbledore glanced at the two of them suspiciously, then walked out of the room and closed the door.

"To state in advance, I'm not Dumbledore's favorite student."

The two looked at each other, and Zhang Qi started the conversation first.

"Don't look at me like that. Before my grandmother died, she was afraid that many things would disappear after you died here, so she told my mother everything, and my mother naturally told me everything."

Looking at Grindelwald's three-pointed surprise, six-pointed anger, and a coy look on his face, Zhang Qi frowned.

"Also, my orientation is normal, thank you."

Looking at Grindelwald's expression, Zhang Qi felt a little chill in his heart.

"I'm just a dying old man, you don't have to worry about what I will do."

Grindelwald's face twitched violently.

When he was young, he always felt that his rude tone and expression could ruthlessly kill the opponent's psychological defense.

But now he knew how disgusting this expression looked.

"You make me feel very special, too mature, not suitable for your age."

After Grindelwald calmed down a little, he said:

"And I can see that you smell blood."

"Yes".

Zhang Qi didn't say much nonsense, and admitted very simply:

"But I want to make it clear that I didn't kill people."

"At a young age, the means are quite good."

At this moment, Grindelwald suddenly changed his eyes to a very appreciative look, which made Zhang Qi particularly uncomfortable.

"Remind you, Mr. Grindelwald, we are fundamentally different, and I don't have the kind of awareness you have of swinging a knife to the world for the future of wizards."

Zhang Qi said coldly.

"No, no, that's not what I see in your eyes. You can't hide this from me."

Grindelwald waved his hand and continued excitedly:

"I made a lot of mistakes back then, and I lost a very precious opportunity in the end, but you are different."

"I've heard a lot of things, including the background of aristocrats, and the courage to be unwilling to join forces with those rotten ones. In addition, this itself spans the power of wizards and Muggles. What are you waiting for now?"

Grindelwald opened his arms and continued in a very deceptive way:

"Aren't we going to let the rats in the sewers really break the shackles and walk in the sunshine openly and honestly?"

"But violence is never the most feasible method. You could have used your influence to urge the Wizarding Council to complete the revision of the law, instead of starting a world war to complete your so-called ideal!"

Zhang Qi said without hesitation.

"You really think highly of those politicians, this kind of thing is only possible for you, China, to do it through a huge amount of effort, we had neither the possibility nor the energy at that time~www.mtlnovel.com~ Then violence became the only thing Methods".

Grindelwald said very calmly.

"Tell me, Hilbert, do you really think Fudge, the British Minister of Magic, is a qualified official? Think about it carefully, does this guy just mess up the water when something happens?"

"It is obvious that Voldemort is not dead at all, and even sneaked into the school last year to threaten the lives of students, but he still ignores it for his own status, pretending that nothing happened."

"Wake up, child, I don't know if you're a fake sleep or a real sleeper. Today's magical world has rotted from the roots. Those rotten and arrogant old men are like Nighold, the king of black dragons in Norse mythology. , constantly gnawing at the roots of the World Tree."

"If one day the root of the tree is completely gnawed off, the tree will collapse along with it, and the ultimate beneficiaries are only the termites on the ground - those Muggles who once snorted at us"!

Grindelwald continued enthusiastically:

"Come on, boy. Tell me, don't people discriminate against you because of the color of your skin? Don't they call your family a heretic for being too close to Muggles?"

"And the girl you like, don't you want to let her live freely instead of marrying a blond young master as a victim of a political marriage?"

At this moment, the pupil of Grindelwald's alienated right eye contracted, and the air seemed to fluctuate.

The Eye of Insight can prompt others to believe their own words. Even though the old Grindelwald has lost most of his ability to predict, he can still use his original ability to influence the opinions of others.

This is one of the reasons why he can incite so many wizards.

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