Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 12 That Dream
"Professor, do you believe in fate?"

Leaning forward slightly, Klein's expression was extremely serious.

"I thought this was some kind of dialogue in a novel. Oh well, I believe in fate."

He couldn't help but smile, the old man's eyes showed a sense of relief, but he seemed to feel that this was a bit inappropriate, so he quickly changed his words and continued following Klein's words.

"One cold winter, I was kicked out of the Grindelwald family's manor. At that time, I was a six-year-old child who didn't understand anything."

With a reminiscence look on his face, Klein Fudge Grindelwald spoke slowly.

"Apart from my not-so-thick clothes, the only thing I own is an almost broken unowned wand and a broken spell book that no one wants. That night, I curled up on the corner of the street, holding my wand and spell book He leaned against the wall and fell asleep in a daze."

He played with his rosewood wand, and his eyes seemed to pass through endless ages.

"I had a dream, a very real dream.

In my dream, I was hanging out on the streets of Berlin for several years. When I was 11 years old, I received an invitation to enroll in Durmstrang. After successfully enrolling, my talent for magic gradually emerged.In class, I'm always the first to raise my hand to answer questions, and the professors love me too.My abilities were further developed, and I even earned the title of "Durmstrang's most gifted wizard ever".

But the good times didn't last long, and my life experience was exposed.

"Grindelwald", this surname is an unforgettable nightmare for them.Unsurprisingly, I was targeted, first by my classmates, then by the school, and then by the entire magic world. In the sixth grade, I was expelled for no reason and returned to the streets of Berlin. "

It was a long story, but Dumbledore listened carefully, and he could clearly feel Klein's various emotions when he told about his dream.

Excitement, pride, loss, confusion, resentment.
The old man seemed to have witnessed the process of the proud son of heaven falling into the mortal world.

"When I was just dropped out of school, I still had a naive fantasy, trying to use my intelligence to reverse the impression of "Grindelwald" in the magic world. So I kept inventing and improving spells, exploring alchemy formulas, and I did everything I could Anything you can think of that can contribute to the wizarding world.

But what I didn't expect was that the more I did, the more nervous the outside world became. They enjoyed the convenience brought by the innovation with peace of mind, but they were also afraid of me, a "monster" who just stayed in the room and studied magic.

In the end, a secret ballot landed me in jail. "

Klein paused, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a bit bitter.

He laughed at himself who was extremely innocent back then.

"So I killed my guards and turned them into ghouls—they were right, I was a dangerous fellow. Well, there's nothing harmless about a street-bred.

Ghouls and revenants break out of the prison, and I am determined to exact revenge, even summoning demons in order to take down the German Ministry of Magic.

Everyone, everyone who dared stand in my way, is dead. "

There was no fluctuation in the sapphire-like eyes, and Klein's tone was still as flat as ever.

Dumbledore sighed, frowning quietly.

"Subsequently, my influence grew stronger and stronger, and countless wizards chose to follow me. In less than three years, I became the first emperor of the Magic Empire."

Normally, an 11-year-old who says he became emperor in just three years is bound to be laughed out of hand.

But Dumbledore didn't smile, instead his expression was serious.

No one knows better than him what kind of group wizards are. There may be wizards who like to live in seclusion, but there are definitely not a few ambitious ones. Otherwise, Gellert and Tom wouldn't have so many fanatics.

If there is really a wizard who can crush everything, even if he is unwilling, ambitious people will use various methods to push him to the throne.

"If there are no accidents, the empire will soon transition from the mysterious world to the real world, and start a war with those ordinary people.

Ha, pistols, missiles, and even nuclear bombs can be very lethal, but it only takes a simple spell to quietly control the heads of state. In the end, the empire will rule the world, there is no doubt about it. "

Dumbledore was silent, and Klein continued.

"As the emperor of the empire, I can use things like the "philosopher's stone" and "elixir of youth" to extend my life forever. Even if there is a rebellion, my backhands hidden all over the world can guarantee that they will not be wiped out, and they can cultivate for a hundred years , there is always a chance of a comeback.

but I know"

He raised his tone suddenly.

"This is not what I want!"

Dumbledore and the portraits of the headmasters on the wall were taken aback, paused for a second, and then he continued.

"Later I woke up, still huddled in the streets of Berlin, no empire, no emperor, but there were many things in my mind."

"That is to say. You had a "precognitive dream" and gained a lot of knowledge and experience in the dream?"

Stroking his gray beard, Dumbledore was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

"Perhaps "a powerful evil wizard took away a young body" is more reasonable, and it is much more credible than a "precognitive dream", what do you think?"

"Fate, professor, this is fate, and fate has given me a warning!"

Klein ignored Dumbledore and re-emphasized it.

"If I were some evil wizard, I might be able to make up such a lie, but what about the things that must happen in the trajectory of fate, can I also make up?

Before I become emperor, there will be many major events in the European wizarding world, two of which are your death and Voldemort's resurrection. "

Voldemort? !

Dumbledore's pupils shrank, and the bad feeling that had been lingering in his heart was suddenly magnified countless times.But he didn't speak, still listening quietly.

"Voldemort, the guy known as the second-generation "Dark Lord". I don't know much about him, but I have heard about him. You died, he was resurrected, and finally he was defeated by Harry Potter, That's all I know."

After the initial shock, the old man quickly calmed down.

"This is not enough to prove anything, maybe you are talking nonsense."

"I knew you didn't believe me."

Klein shrugged, and directly threw out the "Wang Zang".

"Severus Snape, our dean, is your undercover agent who stayed by Voldemort's side."

"hiss!"

Dumbledore took a breath in his heart, and the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"After Voldemort was destroyed, Potter explained everything in the newspapers. Now, you must believe me."

Blinking at Dumbledore, Klein jumped off the table and stood quietly in the middle of the office.

"It seems... I have no choice."

With a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, Dumbledore stroked his gray beard.

He needs to calm down his heart.

(End of this chapter)