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Chapter 271 Grindelwald: You don’t understand magic
Chapter 271 Grindelwald: You don’t understand magic
Ian has been in the magical world for so long, and this is the first time he has met the legendary leader from half a century ago.
How should I put it? At this moment, Grindelwald is less wild and uninhibited than in the movie, and is replaced by a calm and calm one. He is like a commander sitting in the rear, and his words and deeds are extremely powerful.
"It's nice here."
Maybe most people can't stand Grindelwald's aura, but Ian is as natural and casual as visiting a friend's house at this moment.
Not to mention, the environment and layout here are very good, and the rooms are very unique.
There are various strange divination props placed in the room, and there are many strange-shaped specimens leaning against the wall. Ian can only tell that they are some kind of canine, and he can't be more specific.
On the other side, there are floor-to-ceiling windows with huge wooden lattice patterns. There is a classic and simple long table in front of the window. Sitting here, you can just see the rolling hills outside. Thanks to the cold climate of Northern Europe, outside the window Everything is covered with white snow, even in the dark, it will be clearly visible.
Grindelwald's eyes flashed with pride, and then he walked over with a gentle smile.
"Durmstrang is my alma mater, and it was once the most powerful magic school in Europe."
Ian did not interrupt, but nodded in agreement.Grindelwald was telling the truth. Durmstrang is the only school that does not reject black magic. The combat effectiveness of the wizards it cultivates cannot be underestimated.
"But now... all that's sought after here is entertainment and games."
After Grindelwald finished speaking, he walked to the cabinet nearby and took out a porcelain tea set, obviously intending to make tea to entertain the guests.
Ian heard the meaning of this sentence - decline.
Not only is Durmstrang in decline, but the wizarding world as a whole is in decline. As the once most powerful magic school in Europe, it has been reduced to the whole school pursuing a Quidditch star. It cannot be said to be a shame, but it is also a joke.
"Let's drink tea. The most popular ones here are black tea and coffee."
Grindelwald picked up the teapot and filled both cups with tea.
Ian walked to the table and sat down. He was a little unsure about Grindelwald at this moment. I would say he was decadent, but he was energetic in his bones, he would say he was full of motivation, and now he was sensationalizing again.
"Sir, I have something to ask you. It's very important!"
After much thought, he decided to show off his cards and had no intention of testing each other here.
"Oh?" Grindelwald sat up straight. "Tell me what's going on."
After thinking about it, Ian asked softly: "Do you believe there is a world outside this world?"
"This is a fact, not a question of whether you believe it or not. We are never the only ones." Grindelwald put down the tea cup in his hand and said seriously every word.
"Okay!" Now it's easier to communicate. "There's something I think you should know..."
For the next half an hour.
Ian presented the apocalypse, hiding some of his own experiences and packaging himself as a little wizard who strayed into another world.
a long time.
Grindelwald seemed to be thinking of something happy. He crossed his legs, crossed his hands on his knees, and raised his brows: "You think this is a bad thing?" "Uh..." Ian was a little confused, he didn't know what it was. What you said was not clear enough?Or is Grindelwald thinking about dementia.But now that the matter has come to this, I can only emphasize it again:
"Is this a good thing? You don't understand how terrible those fungus parasites are."
Seeing that Grindelwald didn't speak, he then added: "The air is filled with their spores everywhere, the sky, the land, the ocean, no one is spared."
"So what?" Grindelwald raised his lips. At this moment, he seemed to be back to more than half a century ago, confident, evil, and arrogant.
It is hard to imagine that these expressions appear on an old man over 100 years old, but there is no sense of violation at all, as if he was born this way and should be like this.
"Are you afraid? What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that the aliens you call will invade the world? Or are you just afraid of your own heart?"
Faced with Grindelwald's continuous questions, he was a little overwhelmed.
Ian thought about these questions very seriously. To be honest, he didn't know what he was afraid of.It seems that you are afraid for the sake of being afraid?
He had only awakened to the level of magic twice. At that time, he only had a simple infinitely extendable backpack, but even so, he still dared to make bold remarks to Irene, even if the world collapsed, it would have an impact on them.
Now that you have strength, you become restless?
Grindelwald looked at the young man who was deep in thought and did not interrupt.
A few minutes later, a voice broke the calm here.
"I'm not afraid, I've become philanthropic!" Ian sighed. “Perhaps after witnessing prosperity and ruin, I no longer want this place to repeat the same mistakes.”
"Ha! You underestimate magic too much." Grindelwald chuckled. "Your background is not enough for you to fully understand magic. I don't know how to evaluate your achievements. Lucky? Tricky? In short, your smooth growth has made you ignore yourself."
Ian did not refute. Grindelwald was telling the truth. His growth was indeed going smoothly. While walking outside the castle, he inexplicably completed his second awakening, and then completed his third awakening with the help of special parasite blood.
Not even half a year has passed since all this, and with the help of the Deathly Hallows Resurrection Stone, the soul transformation has been completed.
Smoothness is really smooth. Luck and cleverness all make sense.
Grindelwald picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of the slightly warm black tea, and then said as if pointing:
"You are a student of Hogwarts, so do you still remember the motto of Hogwarts?"
"Do Not Disturb the Sleeping Dragon?"
"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon!" Grindelwald repeated again. After putting down the teacup, his eyes shone with a strange light, and his tone became a little ethereal: "Never disturb a sleeping dragon."
understood!Ian is not stupid. His two lifetimes of experience allow him to instantly understand what Grindelwald meant.
The previous anxieties and worries were also thrown away at this moment.At this moment, he regained his lost confidence and asked calmly:
"Do we need to do something?"
"Of course!" Grindelwald answered affirmatively, his tone a little pleased, but more excited, and he saw more prophetic nodes.
"Your Squib wand, I need the specific method of making it. As you told me in your letter, Squibs are a group that cannot be ignored."
Having said this, Grindelwald stood up, took out a piece of parchment from the cabinet, and then returned to the house to face Ian.
"Gregovich should be familiar to you. At present, I have asked him to store 150 million wand-making materials. This amount can already enable all squibs in Europe to hold wands."
(End of this chapter)
Ian has been in the magical world for so long, and this is the first time he has met the legendary leader from half a century ago.
How should I put it? At this moment, Grindelwald is less wild and uninhibited than in the movie, and is replaced by a calm and calm one. He is like a commander sitting in the rear, and his words and deeds are extremely powerful.
"It's nice here."
Maybe most people can't stand Grindelwald's aura, but Ian is as natural and casual as visiting a friend's house at this moment.
Not to mention, the environment and layout here are very good, and the rooms are very unique.
There are various strange divination props placed in the room, and there are many strange-shaped specimens leaning against the wall. Ian can only tell that they are some kind of canine, and he can't be more specific.
On the other side, there are floor-to-ceiling windows with huge wooden lattice patterns. There is a classic and simple long table in front of the window. Sitting here, you can just see the rolling hills outside. Thanks to the cold climate of Northern Europe, outside the window Everything is covered with white snow, even in the dark, it will be clearly visible.
Grindelwald's eyes flashed with pride, and then he walked over with a gentle smile.
"Durmstrang is my alma mater, and it was once the most powerful magic school in Europe."
Ian did not interrupt, but nodded in agreement.Grindelwald was telling the truth. Durmstrang is the only school that does not reject black magic. The combat effectiveness of the wizards it cultivates cannot be underestimated.
"But now... all that's sought after here is entertainment and games."
After Grindelwald finished speaking, he walked to the cabinet nearby and took out a porcelain tea set, obviously intending to make tea to entertain the guests.
Ian heard the meaning of this sentence - decline.
Not only is Durmstrang in decline, but the wizarding world as a whole is in decline. As the once most powerful magic school in Europe, it has been reduced to the whole school pursuing a Quidditch star. It cannot be said to be a shame, but it is also a joke.
"Let's drink tea. The most popular ones here are black tea and coffee."
Grindelwald picked up the teapot and filled both cups with tea.
Ian walked to the table and sat down. He was a little unsure about Grindelwald at this moment. I would say he was decadent, but he was energetic in his bones, he would say he was full of motivation, and now he was sensationalizing again.
"Sir, I have something to ask you. It's very important!"
After much thought, he decided to show off his cards and had no intention of testing each other here.
"Oh?" Grindelwald sat up straight. "Tell me what's going on."
After thinking about it, Ian asked softly: "Do you believe there is a world outside this world?"
"This is a fact, not a question of whether you believe it or not. We are never the only ones." Grindelwald put down the tea cup in his hand and said seriously every word.
"Okay!" Now it's easier to communicate. "There's something I think you should know..."
For the next half an hour.
Ian presented the apocalypse, hiding some of his own experiences and packaging himself as a little wizard who strayed into another world.
a long time.
Grindelwald seemed to be thinking of something happy. He crossed his legs, crossed his hands on his knees, and raised his brows: "You think this is a bad thing?" "Uh..." Ian was a little confused, he didn't know what it was. What you said was not clear enough?Or is Grindelwald thinking about dementia.But now that the matter has come to this, I can only emphasize it again:
"Is this a good thing? You don't understand how terrible those fungus parasites are."
Seeing that Grindelwald didn't speak, he then added: "The air is filled with their spores everywhere, the sky, the land, the ocean, no one is spared."
"So what?" Grindelwald raised his lips. At this moment, he seemed to be back to more than half a century ago, confident, evil, and arrogant.
It is hard to imagine that these expressions appear on an old man over 100 years old, but there is no sense of violation at all, as if he was born this way and should be like this.
"Are you afraid? What are you afraid of? Are you afraid that the aliens you call will invade the world? Or are you just afraid of your own heart?"
Faced with Grindelwald's continuous questions, he was a little overwhelmed.
Ian thought about these questions very seriously. To be honest, he didn't know what he was afraid of.It seems that you are afraid for the sake of being afraid?
He had only awakened to the level of magic twice. At that time, he only had a simple infinitely extendable backpack, but even so, he still dared to make bold remarks to Irene, even if the world collapsed, it would have an impact on them.
Now that you have strength, you become restless?
Grindelwald looked at the young man who was deep in thought and did not interrupt.
A few minutes later, a voice broke the calm here.
"I'm not afraid, I've become philanthropic!" Ian sighed. “Perhaps after witnessing prosperity and ruin, I no longer want this place to repeat the same mistakes.”
"Ha! You underestimate magic too much." Grindelwald chuckled. "Your background is not enough for you to fully understand magic. I don't know how to evaluate your achievements. Lucky? Tricky? In short, your smooth growth has made you ignore yourself."
Ian did not refute. Grindelwald was telling the truth. His growth was indeed going smoothly. While walking outside the castle, he inexplicably completed his second awakening, and then completed his third awakening with the help of special parasite blood.
Not even half a year has passed since all this, and with the help of the Deathly Hallows Resurrection Stone, the soul transformation has been completed.
Smoothness is really smooth. Luck and cleverness all make sense.
Grindelwald picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of the slightly warm black tea, and then said as if pointing:
"You are a student of Hogwarts, so do you still remember the motto of Hogwarts?"
"Do Not Disturb the Sleeping Dragon?"
"Don't disturb the sleeping dragon!" Grindelwald repeated again. After putting down the teacup, his eyes shone with a strange light, and his tone became a little ethereal: "Never disturb a sleeping dragon."
understood!Ian is not stupid. His two lifetimes of experience allow him to instantly understand what Grindelwald meant.
The previous anxieties and worries were also thrown away at this moment.At this moment, he regained his lost confidence and asked calmly:
"Do we need to do something?"
"Of course!" Grindelwald answered affirmatively, his tone a little pleased, but more excited, and he saw more prophetic nodes.
"Your Squib wand, I need the specific method of making it. As you told me in your letter, Squibs are a group that cannot be ignored."
Having said this, Grindelwald stood up, took out a piece of parchment from the cabinet, and then returned to the house to face Ian.
"Gregovich should be familiar to you. At present, I have asked him to store 150 million wand-making materials. This amount can already enable all squibs in Europe to hold wands."
(End of this chapter)
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