Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 221 Flick, Then Flick
"Professor Dumbledore?" Hera looked weird, "Will he mention me to you?"

"Yes, he told me a lot. You once exposed Tom's little trick and destroyed one of his horcruxes, didn't you?" Grindelwald laughed, but his thin and shriveled body looked like a skeleton, and his smile was particularly creepy.

"I think these things are between you and Professor Dumbledore, not things I should know." Hera said indifferently, he took out the wand that Lainie gave him, and handed it to Grindelwald. "Miss Rozier's commission has been completed."

After Hera finished speaking, she turned around and wanted to leave. He heard Grindelwald sigh faintly, but he didn't hesitate at all. He didn't want to have anything to do with the Black and White Demon King.

Even just a little bit.

"Hey, don't you want to hear gossip from an old man like me?"

"Think." Hera replied immediately. The moment he turned around, the room was obviously darker, and even the air was solidified like a solid shackle.

There is no doubt that Grindelwald did it.

"Sit down." Grindelwald pointed to the dusty place in front of him that could barely be called an open space.

Hera quickly sat down without any distaste.

"Time is such a terrible word. Before I know it, it has been almost 50 years. I have spent too many years here. Apart from Albus, you are the first person I saw. Aurors only dare to put food at the door. They are afraid of being bewitched by me." Grindelwald said slowly, lowering his head slightly, his eyes fixed on Hera.

"Aging is a terrible word." Hera shrugged. This is a difficult problem that the magic world is helpless. Even Nicole Flamel can only live forever, but not immortal, leaving traces of time on their bodies.

"Aging is not terrible," Grindelwald interrupted Hera directly, and refuted it incidentally, with a trace of irritation in his voice, as if angry that Hera interrupted his outstanding speech. "The scary thing is never the individual. The scary thing is that everything I predicted back then has become a reality. Muggles are becoming stronger and stronger, and wizards are being protected instead. As excellent people, they are actually huddled in the pitiful wizarding world."

"The Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more weak and incompetent." Hera agreed with this very much. I heard that there is already a thing called a telephone in the Muggle world, which can communicate with people on the other side of the earth. This is much faster than an owl, although the owl is more handsome.

"Oh, that's it. In my time, the farce and compromises like today would never exist. Underage wizards are not allowed to cast spells outside of school? This is definitely the biggest mistake. It seems that they have forgotten those dark years." Grindelwald said angrily, but soon calmed down.

Sitting in front of Grindelwald, Hera could easily see that there were several newspapers and magazines spread out on Grindelwald's bed.If Hera is not mistaken, one of them is the Daily Prophet, and there are some French newspapers, but Hera couldn't recognize it for a while, but apparently Grindelwald has not cut off communication with the outside world.

"That kid from the Potter family, Albus has always been very optimistic about him. It's really interesting to hear that he blows up his aunt." Grindelwald noticed Hera's gaze and said with a smile.

Hera frowned slightly, "I really didn't expect him to have this ability."

"Perhaps." Grindelwald said lightly. He picked up the wand that Hera had just thrown to him, and gently stroked the break of the wand with his slender fingers.

Hera could see the tip of the wand sparking excitedly, as if welcoming its master.

Immediately after—

Crack!

Grindelwald broke his wand directly, "I don't think I need this kind of thing. All I do is hope to see you, Mr. Lestrange, or Mr. Gaunt."

"Gantt?" Hera suddenly became agitated. He tried his best to restrain his body, but his tone still rose unconsciously.

"I think so, Mr. Gaunt." Grindelwald threw the wand aside like trash, and Hera could almost hear it whine, but it didn't matter.

"You know my identity?"

"Snake language, obviously the blood of the Gunter family. Hera Nicholas Gunter, I think this is your name." Grindelwald coughed and said softly.

Hera was discouraged, "It turns out that you also judged through Parseltongue. This is not a secret, at least to me. But the family tree of the Gunter family does not have my name."

"There's no Tom's name on it either, kid." Grindelwald said softly, beckoning to Hera, "Come here, kid, let me take a closer look at you."

Hera hesitated for a moment, then moved towards Grindelwald.

He still had his wand tightly in his hand!
"It's really like it, it's really like it."

"Like what, sir?" Hera asked puzzled.

"Like your ancestor, Salazar Slytherin." Grindelwald said: "When Albus and I were exploring magic, we accidentally learned about the glorious history of the Big Four. Their existence is no stranger to us. This may be an atavistic phenomenon. You are far better than Marvolo. I said earlier that marriage between close relatives is not a good decision for wizards."

Grindelwald obviously has a lot of research on Muggle knowledge, at least Hera can't understand what he said at the moment, such as "marrying close relatives", which sounds more like a very abnormal behavior.

Hera did not interrupt Grindelwald aloud.

"I have worked hard for the wizarding world, and everything is for the greater good. I think you must know this sentence, my child." Grindelwald said.

Hera nodded, not knowing Grindelwald's intentions.

"As a descendant of Slytherin, I think you can better understand the meaning of this sentence, all for the greater good."

Hera was silent, he vaguely had some guesses.

"You came here because of a desire in your heart, and a concept that the old way is no longer applicable. You—you and the saints, all want something new and something different. Everyone says, I hate Muggles, No-Majs, and people who can't cast spells. But I don't hate them, I don't hate, I don't hate fighting, I think Muggles are not a minority group, but a different kind of group. It took a lot of his physical strength.

He straightened his chest and blushed a little.

(End of this chapter)