Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 372 Voldemort's Guess
"Of course, it's an incredible talent."

Grindelwald stood up, shook off the folds of the quilt, came to Voldemort and bent down, "You think you chose pure blood?"

Voldemort frowned slightly, leaned back, and looked at the other party without answering.

"No, it's your talent."

Grindelwald turned sharply and looked at the skylight of the prison.

There, a ray of light happened to hit his face, making his golden hair colorful.

Standing in the light, he spoke in a murmur-like voice, as if talking to himself.

"Your talent has seen their abjection and embarrassment, and seen the gap between their incompetence and desire, while you..."

Grindelwald turned around again, looking at Voldemort with burning eyes.

"You find that you are the one who has the ability to fill that gap, so you rush in without hesitation, mobilize their emotions, sow their relationships, and profit from it."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

"We are all the same in that, Voldemort, we both know where the heart is.

"See it, choose it, manipulate it, and finally, own it."

Voldemort swallowed a mouthful of spit, his frown relaxed, and a bad expression appeared on his face.

"What do you want to say, Mr. Grindelwald." He asked in a deep voice.

"No, Voldemort, not what I mean."

Grindelwald walked out of the ray of light, returned to the bed, waved the sheet and sat cross-legged on it, "It's what you want, Voldemort, isn't that why you brought Dumbledore here?"

Voldemort frowned.

"Why not be honest, Voldemort, you and I are not good people, so there is no need to guess riddles like mediocre people." Grindelwald said.

"Then I'll just say it straight, Mr. Grindelwald, I want your political legacy." Voldemort said.

Judging from Grindelwald's expression, he was not surprised by it.

Clearly, he anticipated Voldemort's needs.

"It's not difficult to guess, Voldemort, because I only have such a small chip in my hand when I leave the gambling table."

Grindelwald said with a strange smile, "But what makes me curious is why do you think I will give it to you."

"Because the enemy may be stronger than we think."

As Voldemort said, he took out the Elder Wand and conjured a square table in front of him.

Then he took out the Pensieve from his pocket, and began to import memories related to the observer into it.

Grindelwald watched quietly, without interrupting Voldemort's movements.

Antonio came out of nowhere and tried to get close to Voldemort - he looked like he was going to get close to Phoenix - but was caught by Grindelwald and thrown again.

"After reading this memory, analyze it with the eyes you mentioned, Mr. Grindelwald, I think you will know my confidence." Voldemort said and stepped back a few steps.

Grindelwald nodded, stepped forward under the quilt, and sank his face into the Pensieve.

There were a lot of memories in it, and Voldemort stood aside and stared for a long time before Grindelwald pulled his head from it.

"A very interesting group of people. In fact, I also met them before the final battle."

Grindelwald's eyes became deep, and he sat back on the bed again as he spoke.

"Had they been noticed earlier - which is obviously impossible, because they have never shown their feet except for that one time - I think I ended up, maybe not like this."

"You mean, they participated in your last battle?" Voldemort asked in surprise.

"I'm not a reckless person who doesn't leave any room for retreat, Voldemort. I have heard your table talk, and it fits with my philosophy."

Grindelwald saw the surprise in Voldemort's eyes, but he clearly failed to explain what his sources were thinking.

"But I still failed in the end. As you can see, it looks like a complete failure. This result is surprising, isn't it?"

Voldemort frowned and thought for a while, then nodded slowly.

Indeed, looking at Grindelwald's life, it has not been smooth sailing.

He had experienced failures in the United States, and he had not gone well in France, but never a complete failure.

Only after that battle, he was imprisoned and never came back.

"What did those people do?" Voldemort asked.

"I don't know, this is the scariest thing, isn't it?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically.

Voldemort froze for a moment, before finally nodding his head in agreement.

"But I know who they are." Grindelwald said.

"Who?" Voldemort asked immediately.

"Let's talk about your guess first, Voldemort, if you want to get something, you have to give something, don't you?" Grindelwald said, "Take it as a test."

Voldemort nodded slowly, thought for a moment and asked, "Are you sure that the people who assassinated you are the same people as the observers?"

"Of course." Grindelwald answered in the affirmative.

"That's Muggles." Voldemort said firmly.

"Muggles, not Muggle wizards, are you sure?" Grindelwald was not surprised by Voldemort's answer, but asked the details of the answer.

"To be more precise, it is the Muggle government organization. Only they have such powerful energy." Voldemort said.

"Can you give me a few reasons for speculation?" Grindelwald asked curiously.

"You saw the picture of me fighting them, didn't you?" Voldemort asked.

"Yes." Grindelwald nodded.

"That's not the fighting method of ordinary wizards. The pace is too fast. Do you understand what I mean?" Voldemort asked.

Grindelwald frowned, thought for a moment and shook his head.

"Uh... The Muggle government will train some special fighters. Their records are all honed and crueler than Aurors. Those fighters are basically killing machines..."

"I understand."

Grindelwald interrupted him, got up and came to the Pensieve again, "Let me see it again."

Voldemort nodded patiently, allowing the other party to enter his memory again.

This time, Grindelwald backed out quickly.

"Indeed, their tactics are very... special. I have noticed that one of them has almost never paid attention to your position. He just attacks you based on his companion's judgment." Grindelwald said.

"Because he uses powerful magic, his attacks are strong but his speed is slow, so he needs the cooperation of other people, and the person he pays attention to is somewhat similar to a sniper's deputy next to a sniper." Voldemort explained.

"A tacit team, I don't know any team in the wizarding world that can match it."

As soon as Grindelwald finished speaking, he suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment.

"The battle mode you promoted at Hogwarts, a group of four to six people, isn't it also..."

Voldemort shook his head, interrupting Grindelwald's speculation.

"At that time, I just thought it was better to train like this, but it wasn't as deep as I thought."

"But it's good enough, take precautions." Grindelwald's words already carried a tone of praise, "You have become even better, Voldemort."

(End of this chapter)