Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 371 Common Talent

This is a simple room with only a single bed, and a thin blanket is spread on it casually.

On the wall made of obsidian rock, there is only a one-foot-square window, and a few iron bars the thickness of a baby's forearm are blocked there.

"You need to conjure a chair yourself, Voldemort, I don't have that here."

Grindelwald sat on the edge of the bed as he spoke, and pulled the thin sheet around himself - he looked a little afraid of the cold.

"Ok."

As Voldemort spoke, he swung his cane, and a chair appeared out of nowhere behind him.

"What do you want from me?"

Before Voldemort could speak, Grindelwald said again, "Don't say those things that are used to deceive Dumbledore, you know, I am different from him."

Voldemort frowned and looked at him suspiciously.

"You said you wanted to learn from my failures, right?" Grindelwald asked.

Voldemort nodded, he had just said so down the hill.

"But that's wrong in itself, Voldemort. Failure is failure. The only thing you can taste from there is bitterness." Grindelwald shook his head and sighed.

"But there's always experience, isn't there?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes, that is for me, but not for you."

Grindelwald said, stretching out Bai's scary right hand from the thin quilt.

"call."

A repair ripple was held in his hand.

The ripples roamed freely in his hands, like a flexible golden snake.

Antonio got out of nowhere. He glanced at Phoenix on Voldemort's shoulder, and then at the repair ripple in Grindelwald's hand.

Then he quickly came to Grindelwald's feet, pulled the quilt and ran to Grindelwald.

"Boom."

The quilt suddenly bulged up. Judging from the angle, Grindelwald should have kicked it.

Antonio was kicked and turned several times in a row, finally choking on his face, before he stopped.

"I have tried countless times to learn from your rippled golden body."

Grindelwald said as if nothing happened, "But I can't do it, do you know where the problem is?"

Voldemort glanced at Antonio, who was lying on the ground and rolling around, but was completely ignored by his master, and then looked at Grindelwald.

"I don't know, you can tell the reason directly, Mr. Grindelwald." Voldemort said.

"Because I don't let magic hang in the air."

Grindelwald frowned, trying to throw the repair ripple out of his palm.

But as soon as it left, it immediately weakened.

"It is difficult for us to grasp things beyond the limits of our talents, just like we all have special abilities that ordinary people don't have."

Voldemort twisted his wand twice before he understood Grindelwald's long sentence.

"Did I say it was too complicated?" Grindelwald asked.

"No, it's just that I'm not used to it." Voldemort said, and then added, "It's like reading a book."

"Yes, I like long sentences, because they can express richer content, which is far more complex and imaginative than the simple meanings that short sentences can express." Grindelwald said proudly.

Voldemort twitched the corners of his mouth, giving a trademark smirk.

When French writers create, they really like to write such long sentences.

But as a wizard, there is no need for this.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I'm curious what your special ability is." Voldemort asked returning to the theme.

"Not in magic, Voldemort, or in talent."

After finishing speaking, Grindelwald suddenly stopped and looked at Voldemort's waist, and said, "Can you let me take a look at it again?"

Voldemort looked down at his waist, where the Elder Wand was inserted.

"of course."

As Voldemort spoke, he drew out the Elder Wand, flicked it lightly, and let the wand fly towards Grindelwald.

It's just that when the wand was about to approach Grindelwald, its speed suddenly slowed down, as if it was being pulled by something and held in the air.

"Strong mental power, Voldemort, your talent in this area is higher than mine."

Grindelwald reached for the Elder Wand as he spoke.

He was playing with the Elder Wand in his hands as if seeing an old friend.

Even waved him a few times, like a child waving a toy wand.

"Not trying to use a spell?" Voldemort asked.

Grindelwald shook his head with a smile, and said, "I haven't held a wand for too long, and now I can only cast spells without a wand, and it's uncomfortable to hold a wand."

"I thought you wouldn't use magic anymore, at least until I came in," said Voldemort.

"You guessed right, I did live like that before Dumbledore asked me for help."

Grindelwald said, throwing his wand back to Voldemort, "But when I'm needed again, you know, it will make a difference."

Voldemort's left hand on the cane turned outwards, an ambiguous gesture.

"Back to talent, Voldemort."

Grindelwald said, and kicked Antonio who was trying to climb up his feet.

"We have a common talent, I think it is more important than the obscure experience in failure, you should pay attention to it."

"What is it?" Voldemort asked.

"The vision to discover the essence, Voldemort, is something ordinary people don't have."

Grindelwald stood up, looking a little annoyed, and stretched out his hand to signal Voldemort not to speak.

Voldemort was a little puzzled, but remained silent and did not speak again.

And Grindelwald has already squatted down and grabbed Antonio's tail.

"Crack clap..."

Antonio laughed, sounding pleased that he had won his master's attention.

But in the next second, Grindelwald grabbed his tail and flicked it for a while, and the flicking didn't stop until he showed a fainting state.

But it wasn't over here, Grindelwald took advantage of Antonio's fainting and threw him towards the skylight.

It seems that this is not the first time he has done something like this. Antonio's tiny body just flew out of the gap in the skylight.

Voldemort's eyes widened briefly, recalling everything that had just happened in his mind.

Although this little guy doesn't please his master, it's not that...

Everyone said that he was moody, but at this time Voldemort felt that compared with Grindelwald, he was the more normal one, right?

"Trouble solved, Voldemort, well, let's get on with it."

After being singled out, Grindelwald covered himself again, and said as if nothing happened, "We can always see the essence of the problem, which is beneficial to our magic and career."

Voldemort forcibly reversed his thoughts so as not to be distracted by Grindelwald's behavior just now.

He had to do this, otherwise this senior who loved to speak in long sentences would make him faint.

"You mean, Mr. Grindelwald, that our perspective on problems has brought us enough... benefits, and even become a great talent?" Voldemort asked, frowning.

(End of this chapter)