Hogwarts: I'm Cousin Harry.

"Is this alive?"

After observing closely and seeing the human side of the phone bug, Grindelwald could not help but exclaim: "Have Muggles already developed such advanced technology?"

"Professor, Muggles don't know this technology. It is unique to wizards. To be precise, it is my unique contact method and it is not popular."

Dudley continued to explain.

"Not popular?" Grindelwald grasped the key words in his words very accurately, and a trace of ridicule appeared on his face unconsciously: "So wizards still use the old-fashioned way of sending messages by owl to send messages? "

"Yes Professor, they think it's convenient."

"Convenient?" The sneer on Grindelwald's face became more and more obvious: "The way of sending messages by owls is slow and laborious. It has long been outdated. Muggles can get the news in a very short time, but it may take us a long time." It takes most of the day.”

"Have telephones become common in the Muggle world now, as well as the mobile phones you mentioned?"

During his time, telephones were still a rarity, but he firmly believed that after so many years, the world of ordinary people must have developed to an incredible level.

"As you might expect, most homes now have phones, and even cell phones are not that amazing."

Mobile phones had already appeared in 1983, the first text message appeared in 1992, and now it is 1995. The first "flip phone" Motorola 8900 came out, and Dudley happened to get a few of them. It is planned to be equipped with one for the personnel of the disciplinary team.

"Like this."

As he spoke, Dudley handed the latest Motorola to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald looked at Motorola carefully, his face full of surprise: "Incredible"

He quickly returned the Motorola to Dudley. He found a seat and sat down on his own, and then said to Dudley: "If you don't mind, can you chat with me, this old man?"

"Let's talk about the lives of ordinary Muggles today."

Dudley was not vague at all. Since Grindelwald wanted to hear it, he was also willing to talk to him about it.

It's ridiculous to say that maybe this 'dangerous dark wizard' who has been imprisoned for 50 years is the wizard in the entire wizarding world who knows best how powerful technology is.

He may be more sober than those mixed-race wizards born into ordinary families.

Therefore, under Dudley's vivid description, Grindelwald revealed one side of today's ordinary people's world bit by bit.

As Dudley's narration began, Grindelwald's expression remained normal at first, but when he heard that electric lights, refrigerators, and televisions had become commonplace in the ordinary world, even he couldn't help but change his expression slightly.

"Muggle technology is no less than magic, I knew it then."

"Tanks, missiles, and bombers can easily destroy the homes that wizards have worked hard to build, as well as the most dangerous weapons. Most wizards cannot escape."

Even with Apparition, ordinary wizards will never be able to escape. The key to the door will do, but you have to know when the other party will attack, otherwise you will be too late to escape by the time the bomb explodes.

His period may have been the only chance, but now, after more than 50 years of development, the wizard... haha

To put it bluntly, a sniper rifle shot to the head. Even the most skilled therapist could not save the brain that exploded like a goddess scattering flowers.

After hearing the location of the Ministry of Magic base, Grindelwald no longer knew what expression to use to describe his mood at this time.

"Built under the phone booth."

"It really fits my impression of the stupid Ministry of Magic, which is arrogant, unprogressive, and loses itself in the desire for power."

Grindelwald mercilessly expressed his complaints about the Ministry of Magic.

"You are right." Dudley strongly agreed with Grindelwald's point of view: "If this were not the case, Senior Tom would not have almost overturned the entire wizarding world."

"I know him. He is a lunatic who will do anything and everything, but even I have to admit how powerful he is."

"He used a very dangerous magical transformation to gain the power he has today."

It's not surprising that Grindelwald would know the news about Voldemort. Don't underestimate any powerful wizard who stirs up troubles. This so-called 'prison' cannot contain him at all. No matter how tightly the Austrian Aurors guard him, he can't be here. It's just that he wants to be here, that's all.

The original book once mentioned that Tom experienced many dangerous magical transformations. When he reappeared, he had changed his appearance and named himself Voldemort.

He sacrificed his appearance for strength, and he would rather be damned for immortality.

On a business trip, take a day off

I was arranged to go on a business trip, and I had a car to pick me up and drop me off, but I had to take care of my own food and accommodation.

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"Haha. Back then, the stupid Ministry of Magic and those stupid Aurors accused me of the biggest crime of saying that I hate Muggles. In fact, I don't hate them. I have spoken about this in public many times. It’s a pity that they can’t listen.”

"But when faced with thugs who really hate Muggles, this group of so-called righteous men turned into a bunch of soft-legged shrimps."

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder, did I not kill enough back then? Or was my approach too gentle?"

Among the charges against Grindelwald by the Ministry of Magic at that time was that he "hated Muggles and continued to cause killings", but in fact Grindelwald was not bloodthirsty. Although he did kill many people, he also admitted that he was not a good person. But compared to Voldemort, he is really too gentle.

However, in the face of Voldemort, who truly hated ordinary people, hated mixed-blood wizards, and was murderous, the Ministry of Magic did not even have the courage to convict him. For the past ten years, they have only called him You-Know-Who.

Maybe Grindelwald's actions can be regarded as the lawful camp after all. Their behavior style is more or less traceable. As long as it doesn't hinder them, they will be fine. Voldemort belongs to the chaotic camp without much logic. And everyone is afraid of the Chaos camp, because they don't pay too much attention to killing.

The two chatted from eleven o'clock in the morning until late at night (Harry went back to rest early during the chat), and finally Grindelwald let out a long breath.

"The future belongs to you young people"

"Us old guys will eventually be eliminated by the times. All I can do is pass on my knowledge to you as much as possible."

"Thank you for talking to me so much."

"But you're not allowed to be late tomorrow."

Dudley respectfully said goodbye to Grindelwald and left, leaving Grindelwald alone in the room.

After sitting blankly for a while, Grindelwald stood up and was about to leave. At this time, his body suddenly stopped, and his eyes that had recovered once again turned into a strange color.

He knew that this was the time for the prophecy to come.

Sure enough, countless intermittent fragments flashed before his eyes, seeming to capture the trajectory of the future.

But what puzzled him was that the future he saw this time was completely different from the two futures he had seen before. This was a brand new future.

Is there a third future?

what is the problem?

Why are different futures emerging one after another, nothing like this has ever happened before.

With such doubts, Grindelwald saw the protagonist in this prophecy.

The pupils in his eyes contracted slightly.

'It's him! '

Time flies by like water, and the holiday is coming to an end in a blink of an eye, and everyone present has not been eliminated.

Due to the "strict security" of the Austrian Ministry of Magic, the owls responsible for delivering the letter (purchase order for fifth grade) could not enter at all, and could only be delivered by Dumbledore. This was also the second time that Dumbledore took the initiative to appear in Nurmengard. In the castle.

Grindelwald sat on the steps of the stairs as always, looking at the people below and saying: "Although your knowledge, magic, and practical combat are far beyond ordinary adult wizards, you are also better than most of those useless Aurors. Stronger."

Never forget to diss the Aurors. Grindelwald's resentment towards the Aurors is deep.

Then his tone became more serious: "But these are just the beginning. For truly powerful wizards, you have just stepped into the field of magic and are still very immature."

"Never be complacent just because you have achieved a little bit, and always maintain the greatest respect for magic."

"Remember, the path of magic is never-ending."

Grindelwald's farewell was very plain, just a few brief words and that was it.

"Dumbledore, if you can, let them come over next holiday too."

Grindelwald's voice rang in the ears of Dumbledore, who still had his back turned to him.

In the wizarding world, there are also ways to transmit information without speaking, but the distance cannot be too far, and ordinary wizards cannot learn it.

"It seems that you are quite satisfied with them."

Dumbledore replied, still showing no intention of looking back.

As for the fact that the Austrian Ministry of Magic only allows one week of stay, their opinion is actually not important, but I still have to ask out of etiquette.

If Grindelwald sends another note, they will definitely agree.

Otherwise, once Grindelwald escapes from prison, it will be a time of large-scale 'shuffle' of Austrian magic. For the sake of the hat on their heads, they will also satisfy each other's needs.

"It's really interesting to mainly have three little guys."

"Dursley, Potter, Granger?"

"No, it's Dursley, Potter, and Longbottom. Of course, Granger is also very good, but her talent in spells is more outstanding and is not suitable for my system."

Dumbledore was more or less surprised by the answer Grindelwald gave.

Although Longbottom was excellent, he could not compare with Granger. In terms of grades, Granger was only lower than Dudley. Even she thought many of her papers were good. Professor McGonagall cherished her as a student and almost considered her a very good student. The successor has come to look at it.

In comparison, Longbottom's various subjects can only be regarded as excellent. At best, they are only at the level of Cedric. However, Herbology is good. Pomona (the dean of Hufflepuff College) mentioned it to him more than once. The matter of transferring Longbottom to another hospital.

Hmm. Just excellent.

New measurement unit is online - Cedric.

"Albus."

If it was Dumbledore when they just broke up, he would definitely not agree with the other party calling him that, but it doesn't matter now.

After calling out Dumbledore's name, Grindelwald fell into silence. He still did not speak out until Dumbledore left.

He was worried or even afraid that it would be wrong to speak out.

This is about the third future.

Before leaving, Dudley walked up to Grindelwald and took out something from his pocket. It was a silver-white telephone bug. Unlike other telephone bugs that were either napping or sleeping soundly, this phone Chong opened a pair of bright, bright eyes.

"Professor, this is for you."

Passing the phone bug to Grindelwald's hand, the phone bug stared at the other person curiously with his big eyes.

"What are you doing for me?"

"Convenient to contact."

“I can always ask you for advice if I encounter any questions I don’t understand, right?”

'Are you kidding? Your questions are endless once you ask them. '

When Grindelwald was about to say something to refuse, Dudley made an offer that he couldn't refuse.

"There's also one in the principal's office. It's golden."

"Using this makes communication very convenient. It's much better than owls or something like that."

What more can he say?

Of course I accepted it silently.

If nothing else, it is a professor's basic responsibility to answer students' questions.

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It was still a dilapidated house on the outskirts of Newport, Wales, but after a holiday, the leaky window was finally blocked.

"What happened to the things I arranged for you to do now?"

Voldemort in goblin form is sitting on the sofa. I don’t know whether he is too short or the sofa is too high. His feet are in the air, and there are several people kneeling at his feet, hiding their faces in hoods. The black robed wizard.

After a holiday trial in the Wizengamot, many Death Eaters captured in Riddle's old house were acquitted. Of course, they all paid a huge price, such as losing their qualifications as members of the Wizengamot, such as Lose your hat as a Ministry of Magic official, or pay some wealth.

But at least they weren't imprisoned in Azkaban.

"Not even close. We still need a little time, Master."

One of the black-robed wizards replied bravely.

"Really? Is it really just a little closer?"

Voldemort's cold voice sounded, like the biting wind of the twelfth lunar month, chilling the heart.

"That's not what I heard."

"Master, I am guilty!"