The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts Chapter 494

"The hall, let them in."

After finally confirming that any secret items have been disposed of, the warden cleared his throat and signaled to the post in front of the door to put the visiting Piquelli people into the hall of the castle.

"Director Picquili, we have received domestic orders, and we will withdraw immediately after handing over to you."

The warden pointed calmly upstairs, and then continued:

"Our people are still detaining the prisoners, please trouble the Aurors of Edenia to go and execute the handover."

"Okay, it's work."

Picquiri nodded, then walked upstairs along the stairs with a large group of people behind him.

"Ah, good evening, Mr. Grindelwald, it seems that these Chinese people have implemented standard accommodation, and you seem to be living well."

Finally, after pushing open the cell door, Picquely stood in front of Grindelwald.

"Oh little girl, I know you. Your grandmother gave me a lot of trouble back then. I have a deep memory of this. After all, she cut off my tongue with her own hands."

Grindelwald pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued in a very calm voice:

"Why, you want to torture me in such a hurry? If I remember correctly, the UK should be responsible for the rotation after Shenzhou."

"That's right, Mr. Grindelwald, but the British Ministry of Magic has just signed an agreement with the Edenian Magical Congress, and Edenia will be on duty in our place."

An old-sounding voice came in from outside the door. This man looked a little fat, with white hair all over his head, and he was wearing a striped suit.

"Oh? Let me guess, you're the Minister Fudge who covered his head and pretended he couldn't see Voldemort"!

Grindelwald nodded as if suddenly realized, with a sarcastic expression on his face.

"Pay attention to your attitude, Mr. Grindelwald, you are a prisoner."

Fudge beckoned behind him, and the two Aurors came over immediately, then took out a test tube and a knife from their arms.

"What are you going to do"?

The warden took a few quick steps forward and stopped in front of the two Aurors.

"We just want to get a little bit of Mr. Grindelwald's blood. Relax, this gentleman, how could we kill him here?"

Picquiri spread his hands, still with a polite smile on his face.

"I haven't received an order to allow you to take blood, so, Director Piquelli, I hope you can honestly perform the defense-changing ceremony. After we leave, it's your business."

The warden said righteously, and then waved behind him.

The two armed police soldiers in charge of guarding the room walked in with neat steps, and one of them was holding a small box in his hand.

"Go get that box."

Piquelli waved his hand, and a subordinate immediately took the box and opened it in front of everyone.

Inside the box was a crystal clear blue crystal. Picquiri grabbed the blue crystal and said to it.

"I, the Director of the Magical Congress of the United States of Edenia, Shirin Picquily, execute the defense."

The blue crystal emits a soft light, and then fades out again.

"The defense-changing ceremony has been completed, everyone can go."

"Goodbye then, Director Picquili, I hope you can treat the prisoners in the right way."

Following the sound of footsteps, all the guards in Shenzhou walked down the stairs in an orderly manner.

After a while, the sound of a car cranking came from outside the window.

"Well, Mr. Grindelwald, I don't think anyone should interfere with our blood collection now."

Picquiri immediately changed his face and said coldly to Grindelwald:

"Please stretch out your arm, we're going to start taking blood."

"Ah, why are you always so obsessed with the blood of the strong? If I remember correctly, in the five years I was just thrown into prison, Edenia did a lot of little tricks on me."

Grindelwald stretched out his arm, and a burly Auror wearing a mask walked over immediately, held it tightly, and cut a deep wound with a knife.

Under the pull of another Auror's wand, the blood flowed into the test tube automatically, showing a strange red under the light.

"Very well, Mr. Grindelwald."

Picquiri nodded in satisfaction, then grabbed the test tube.

"Can I ask why you need my blood?"

Grindelwald asked very calmly.

"Oh, this is a secret."

Piquelli spread his hands.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Grindelwald."

But what she didn't expect was that Fudge suddenly spoke.

"We found your descendant at Hogwarts, and after taking your blood, we can determine his identity and put him in prison."

A question mark slowly appeared on Grindelwald's head. He considered his words, and then asked:

"Sorry, I don't seem to hear clearly, can you tell me who I gave birth to that child?"

"Why don't I know that I have had children with others?"

Grindelwald pretended to spread his hands, revealing an inexplicable expression.

After all, he never liked a woman at all, let alone had a child with a strange woman.

Grindelwald's question was very funny, but none of the people present laughed.

"Are you serious? I really have a child"?

At this moment, Grindelwald finally realized that the atmosphere at the scene didn't seem right, and there was hesitation in his tone.

"That's right, Mr. Grindelwald, after our investigation, we found that Mr. Zirol is your grandson."

Piquelli sighed, she didn't want to tell Grindelwald all this, after all, villains always die of talking too much.

But unfortunately, that idiot Fudge said it in advance for fun, and he didn't mind explaining it.

"We all know that you have a legendary relationship with Dumbledore, but please think carefully, Mr. Grindelwald, how much did you drink the night before your duel with Mr. Dumbledore wine"?

"Well, I only remember that when I woke up the next morning, I had a headache, maybe I was drunk."

Grindelwald rubbed his head and said uncertainly.

"Then please think for yourself, did anyone serve you the night you were drunk?"

There was a trace of pity on Picquiri's face, as if mocking that this generation of Dark Lords didn't even deserve love.

"Veda"...

Grindelwald's voice was obviously lowered, and his face that had always been elegant and unwavering showed huge emotional fluctuations at this time.

"It's all really"...

"I actually have a daughter, and my daughter gave me a grandson"?

Grindelwald sat in the chair, murmuring to himself, and the expression on his face changed again and again.

"Wake up, Mr. Grindelwald, there's one last thing I haven't read to you."

Picquiri shook his head gently, then took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

"According to the resolution of the Auror Action Division of the Magical Congress of Edenia, the Seventh Squad is now ordered to verify the identity of the prisoner Gellert Grindelwald and execute it after taking over Nurmengard Prison."

Piquelli finished reading the parchment fluently, and then placed a notebook and a quill on the table.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Grindelwald, since your grandson is so incomprehensible to us that we can't take any risk that could bring down Edenia, so I regret to announce to you again, Auror Squad Your execution order will be executed in half an hour."

"You can write your own suicide note, but I can't guarantee that these suicide notes can be given to the person who should be given it."

"Huh? Are you already so impatient? Aren't you afraid that Dumbledore will take crazy revenge on you when he learns of my death"?

Grindelwald raised his head, his eyes showing piercing contempt.

"He wouldn't know, at least not until he died."

Picquiri said these words calmly, then turned his head and walked out.

"Kill him in half an hour."

"Yes"!

The Auror who was stationed outside responded immediately and walked towards the door.

"Ah, children, you are still too young compared to your ancestors. I think back then, the entire Auror team in Edenia changed blood several times because of my slaughter."

Grindelwald stood up gently, ignoring those vigilant gazes, and slowly walked towards the bookshelf.

"Unfortunately, at that time, I didn't have the opportunity to touch these books, so I naturally thought that as long as a war was started, the wizards could stand in the sun again. Of course, these books were not published at that time."

Grindelwald's fingers slowly stroked the empty bookshelf. The Shenzhou personnel took away all the books when they evacuated, so it is still empty now, with only a few English joke collections left.

"Life here is very boring, really, and there are very few entertainment activities, the climate is also very bad, and the flowers on the windowsill are often frozen to death by the air-conditioning."

The old man turned his back to the Aurors, and then gently clamped the dead branch in the vase with the thumb, index finger and **** of his right hand~www.mtlnovel.com~ His actions were very secretive, those Aurors just thought he was there. stroke the vase.

"However, in the past, I just thought that if I lost, I would admit defeat. Since I have already failed, I just lie here and wait to die, so I don't need to cause trouble outside."

Grindelwald's right thumb rubbed against the dead branch, and his face showed nostalgia.

"But today, after you told me that I still have descendants alive, I found the meaning of living again."

"thank you all".

After hearing this, the guarding Aurors were stunned for a moment, and then raised their wands in horror.

But unfortunately, Grindelwald's movements were significantly faster.

"Avada Kedavra"!

A green beam of light suddenly shot out from the dead branch, hitting the Auror fiercely at such a close distance!

With a falling sound, Grindelwald knocked down the three guards with lightning speed, and then aimed his wand at the door of the cell.

"Tsk, thanks to the wand you gave me, my dear grandson."

A warm smile appeared on Grindelwald's face, and then he chanted a spell at the door of the cell.

"Thunderbolt"!

Chapter end