Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

“I have to say, Gellert was indeed a very charismatic person. Back then, we were all young and vigorous, and we didn't know about the immortality potion at first. The Runespoor only asked us to help him hunt magical creatures.

“So, apart from completing the basic magical creature smuggling and hunting tasks for the leader, we spent most of our time acting as Saints,” Thunderbird sighed with a hint of melancholy.

“Life was much simpler back then than it is now. We followed Grindelwald, fought together, attracted like-minded people, and helped Grindelwald create the Sacred Twenty-Eight,” Thunderbird murmured with emotion.

“And back then, the seven of us were young and vigorous, so we learned from our adoptive father… that is, the ‘Runespoor’s’ past and created the ‘Silver Spear Dueling Club’. After all, the leader at that time often told us about his stories in the club back then, of course, before discovering the immortality potion.”

“Young people always like to form some strange societies and organizations, as if they can control the world that way, but in reality, they are just showing their sense of existence. Anduin, you wouldn't have created some club too, would you?”

Thunderbird's face was haggard at this time, and the look in his eyes towards Anduin was less venomous and hateful, as if he was communicating with an old friend of the same age, or as if he saw the figure of an old friend of the same age in Anduin.

“No,” Anduin shook his head. “I have my own company. I'm much more practical than you guys.”

“Then you are more mature than we were back then,” Thunderbird sighed again. “At that time, Grindelwald had ideals, and we had the skills. The most important thing was that he did paint a beautiful blueprint for the future for us.”

“So we were indeed wholeheartedly creating the Sacred Twenty-Eight at that time, and the Silver Spear Club was a bit like an auxiliary organization of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, somewhat like a collaborator. At first, it was just the seven of us creating it for our own amusement.”

“And later, the ‘Runespoor’ discovered that we had re-established the club using the name Silver Spear, and he joined in because of that.”

“So you guys established the club first, and then he followed along to join in the fun?” After hearing Thunderbird's description, Anduin realized that he had misunderstood all along. He had thought that the club had always been the leader's idea.

“That's right, the ‘Runespoor’ only cares about himself, only cares about magical creatures. He's just a coward,” Thunderbird spat with resentment. “But his strength is indeed very powerful. You simply cannot understand how terrifying a wizard who has lived for hundreds of years and possesses peak strength can be!”

“Although the leader did not have the same aspirations as us, with his resources and strength, the Silver Spear developed rapidly. Of course, under his guidance, the club also became a smuggling group that collected and hunted magical creatures.”

“But we didn't care much at the time. Smuggling was smuggling. The resources we seized during that period could also help us better develop the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Yes, our focus at that time was always on the Sacred Twenty-Eight.”

“Until… until our cause almost completely failed. Good heavens, we clearly had so many supporters at the time. Overthrowing a country's Ministry of Magic was simply easy for us.”

“But we still failed. Gellert was also defeated by Dumbledore. He was so strong, but he still couldn't beat Dumbledore.”

Thunderbird seemed to recall the glory of the past, with a faint smile on his face, but soon he remembered something that made him despair, and his expression darkened again.

“But even if we were defeated, it wouldn't be a big deal. We could just start over. He had been arrested before, hadn't we still rescued him?”

“But what I can't accept the most is… is that Gellert actually gave up and locked himself in that broken place, Nurmengard. How could he give up? He… this coward!” Thunderbird seemed to recall that painful period again, recalling the man he both respected and despised.

“With your strength, you couldn't defeat Dumbledore at that time? What about your leader? He wasn't willing to help you?” Anduin was quite curious about his old headmaster.

“The ‘Runespoor’ is a selfish, greedy, and cowardly person. In order to cover up his molting period, he wasn't even willing to appear in front of us for a second longer.”

“And we weren't as strong as we are now at that time, and the enemies we had to face were not just Dumbledore alone. We were almost at odds with the world at that time. Three of the initial seven members of the club were also lost during that period, but we were not afraid of death at that time. We were willing to dedicate ourselves to a common ideal.”

“Until the man who carried our ideals admitted defeat and abandoned our future, he is a betrayer!” Thunderbird's eyes turned red again with anger.

“So, although the Sacred Twenty-Eight retained a considerable amount of power at that time, what else could we do when the leader had already admitted defeat?”

“After that, Gellert locked himself in the birdcage of Nurmengard, and most of the other Saints scattered like birds and beasts, and we received a portion of the Sacred Twenty-Eight's legacy.”

“In other words, there are many members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight in the current Silver Spear?” Anduin now understood somewhat why Minister Baudrillard and Newt and others cared so much about this Silver Spear.

“That's right, the spears and lances in the Silver Spear are basically all Saints, including some short spears, and Sphinx was still young at the time, but he was also our companion. He once regarded Grindelwald as a father,” Thunderbird stared blankly at the empty space in front of him, muttering softly.

“If that's the case, then what do you mean by the conservatives you mentioned earlier?” Anduin looked at the other party strangely. The current Thunderbird gave him a feeling of hopelessness.

“There are also differences between Saints,” Thunderbird said, raising his eyes to look at Anduin. “Since Grindelwald admitted defeat, the Sacred Twenty-Eight has almost collapsed.”

“And the remaining Saints are basically divided into two factions. One part is our group of die-hards. Grindelwald gave up his original ideals, but we didn't. We are not willing to admit the failure of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and we are constantly accumulating strength, trying to re-launch the wave of revolution.”

“And the other part of the wizards are more loyal to Grindelwald, and even willing to bear the consequences of failure with him. These people are the ‘conservatives’. Most of them are young people who did not experience the initial stage of the Sacred Twenty-Eight with us. More often, they regard Grindelwald as their leader and unconditionally obey him. Even now, there are still conservatives guarding Grindelwald on the periphery of Nurmengard.”

“And Sphinx is a conservative. In addition to giving up the ideal of revolution, he can't even stand us rekindling the wave of revolution. They believe that this will ruin the peace that Grindelwald surrendered to obtain, which is simply ridiculous. The Sacred Twenty-Eight is not just Grindelwald's alone.”

Thunderbird curled his lips in disdain as he said this, obviously looking down on those blindly loyal people.

Anduin didn't expect that the Saints back then would actually have differences in ideology. In his opinion, this group of die-hards led by Thunderbird had ‘turned from fans to haters’, and now they even hated their former leader. The conservatives on the other side were more like die-hard fans, completely ignoring what their idol had become.

“Anduin!” Thunderbird raised his head at this time and stared fixedly at the young man who had defeated him, his eyes full of desire and resentment.

“What's wrong?” Anduin could feel that the resentment in Thunderbird's eyes was not directed at him.

“Can you promise me a request?” Thunderbird said sincerely.

“You can say it, and I'll see if I can help,” Anduin said lightly, looking at the other party.

“I hope you can help me kill that bastard, the ‘Runespoor’!” The resentment in Thunderbird's eyes became even deeper.

“Oh? Why do you have such an idea? Speaking of which, he is your adoptive father, and why do you think I can do it? According to your statement, the other party's strength is not weak.” Anduin felt that he understood some of the other party's thoughts, but he couldn't fully understand them.

“Hahahaha, adoptive father! Yes, in the eyes of outsiders, he is indeed our adoptive father, but we have long been clear that that guy is just a bug, a leech lying on others and sucking blood.”

“We were just bewitched by him to drink the so-called immortality potion later, and then we have been facing the fear of death, while also obsessing over the pleasure brought by strength, and more, it is endless loneliness.”

“How high-spirited we used to be, even if we died, we were not afraid, but because of the immortality potion, because of the ‘Runespoor’, he took away all our last courage, turning us into mice who only know how to hide in the shadows.”

“I can feel that the people in our batch have long lost their ambition. The so-called die-hards and the so-called ideals are just slogans. Now, they probably just want to survive and enjoy that false strength in their minds.”

“And what is left to us is endless emptiness and madness. Without exception, those lances who have taken the immortality potion have all become madmen like me.”

“As for why I think you can succeed…”

“Naturally, because you are very strong, and even more so in the near future, I am very sure of this. As an old guy who has long failed, but has always been unwilling to admit failure, I think I can finally face myself now.”

“I have actually been a weakling from beginning to end, a poor worm trapped in the trap of eternal life.” Thunderbird seemed to have seen through it and confided his heart to Anduin very frankly.

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