Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 373 Grindelwald's Speculation

"Thank you, Mr. Grindelwald."

Voldemort smiled and tugged at his collar, he was a little uncomfortable with the sudden compliment.

Since graduating from Hogwarts, it seems that no one has spoken to him like an elder.

Grindelwald obviously noticed Voldemort's uneasiness, and he smiled and said no more on the subject.

"I think the reason for your guess is not just this one, right?" Grindelwald asked again.

"Yes, there is also Ms. Hiddleston. Her identity allows her to record most of the young wizards in England, and discover many secrets through the communication between children." Voldemort said.

"Hiddleston... I remember this family, and it's also an ancient family." Grindelwald sighed.

Voldemort grinned in response.

Unlike a wizard from a pure-blood wizard family like Grindelwald, he doesn't have much personal experience of the defeat or betrayal of the pure-blood family.

"As well as Lady Hiddleston, there is Gilderoy Lockhart," said Voldemort.

"Him? I've read his books, they are very good, tell me your guess about him." Grindelwald said.

"His identity is very special, a best-selling author, but in essence, he relies on the memory of a real explorer to write those contents."

Voldemort paused, came to the Pensieve, and put his memory back.

"His behavior can explore many secrets of the wizarding world. After all, every wizard who is brave enough to explore has countless secrets."

Grindelwald nodded with a smile, took Voldemort's words and said: "And his identity as a spy, even if he is seen as strange, with such an evil endorsement, it can be ignored, right?"

Voldemort nodded, which was exactly what he thought.

"The reason is very good, the problem is not big, but the most important thing is..." Grindelwald said seriously, "Do you think it is the Muggle government?"

Voldemort froze for a moment, thought for a moment, and nodded.

He really couldn't find another direction, at least in his opinion, that was the clearest direction.

"I have another opinion, Voldemort."

Grindelwald said, but did not rush to give an answer.

He poked his right hand out of the bed sheet and patted the ground slowly.

In an instant, a phantom of a blue and green map with ups and downs appeared there.

"If you know enough about the history of the country you're in—I'm talking about Muggle history—then you'll realize that it was originally a Celtic territory."

As Grindelwald said, he lifted his hand up, and in an instant a red phantom began to invade the original blue and green phantom.

"The Romans had been here, but not to the fullest. They had been fighting the Celts for a long time."

The map is almost divided into two, with blue, green and red confronting each other, representing the forces of both sides.

"When Western Rome collapsed and withdrew from the island, the Celts began to counterattack with the Picts. At this time, the local English residents introduced the Anglo-Saxons in order to protect themselves."

Voldemort frowned and nodded slowly. He knew this part of history, but he didn't know the meaning of Grindelwald's telling him.

"We all know that the Anglo-Saxons did not leave. They started the Hundred Years' War of the Seven Kingdoms in the British Isles, massacred and expelled a large number of aborigines, and named this place the Land of the Angles."

While speaking, Grindelwald let the mottled colors on the phantom swallow each other.

That tragic history, on this virtual map, is nothing more than simple color changes.

"The Battle of Stamford Bridge, I think you've heard of it, haven't you?" Grindelwald asked, staring at the map, staggered.

"Yes, the battle at the end of the Viking Age, the battle that brought England out of war," said Voldemort.

"Alfred, who repelled the Danes, also won the title of Anglo-Saxon king. This is the first king of England."

After Grindelwald finished speaking, he suddenly smiled strangely at the map "Jie Jie".

Voldemort laughed too.

Because the country that had just completed unification was annexed by a duke on the other side of the strait.

Duke of Nobandi, known to history as William I.

"The Malfoy family knew them very well. Mr. Grindelwald, the ancestor of their family, came here in the footsteps of the conquerors," said Voldemort.

"Yes, but they are still late," Grindelwald said.

"What do you mean?" Voldemort asked.

"As early as King Alfred's time, here has established its own, relatively complete wizarding world."

Grindelwald waved his hand, the map on the ground disappeared, and he looked up at the demon.

"They supported Alfred and helped him obtain the title of Anglo-Saxon king. Although they were suppressed later because of the defeat of the Muggle king, they had already taken root in this territory."

Voldemort narrowed his eyes and said, "You mean, they are the observers?"

Grindelworth thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't think it's accurate to say that. More precisely, it's the king and nobles of England."

Voldemort was slightly stunned, he didn't expect such a group to be involved.

"Some people want to better study magic, but more for the long-term consideration of their own family. They took refuge under the crown of King Alfred and signed a contract with the throne of this country." Grindelwald said slowly. soundtrack.

"With the throne instead of the king?" Voldemort was slightly surprised, "How could Alfred agree."

"He didn't agree, Voldemort, so he died of a strange disease." Grindelwald shrugged.

Uh... well, thinking about Senior Abu, this is not a surprising result.

"His son accepted this condition. After all, he didn't want to die of a strange disease, and the wizards got what they wanted-to be tied to the country, not a certain family." Grindelwald continued.

Voldemort nodded and said, "So standing behind the observers are the king and wizards who have become nobles, what do you think?"

"Yes." Grindelwald said.

"Is there any tangible evidence?" Voldemort asked.

"No."

Grindelwald spread his hands and said rather rascally.

Voldemort rubbed his wand, resisting the urge to take out the Elder Wand.

"Although there is no real evidence, the innocent disappearance of some of my subordinates also indirectly supports my guess."

Grindelwald frowned, a look of remembrance appeared in his eyes.

"I'm not one to rush things, but at that time, the battle in 1945, it wasn't really in my control."

"You mean, you've lost control of your organization?"

Voldemort asked, and couldn't help frowning and thinking, as if he had encountered such a thing before.

"It's not completely out of control, but it's also true that the decisive battle cannot be refused."

Grindelwald was talking, noticing something wrong with Voldemort's expression, so he stopped and asked, "Did you find anything?"

(End of this chapter)