Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

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

There was only a one-foot-square window on the wall made of obsidian stone, blocked there by a few iron rods as thick as a baby's forearm.

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

Grindelwald said, sitting on the edge of the bed, and pulled the thin sheets and rolled them around himself - he seemed a little afraid of the cold.

"OK."

As Voldemort spoke, he moved his cane, and a chair appeared out of thin air behind him.

"What do you want from me?"

Before Voldemort could speak, Grindelwald added, "Don't say those words to deceive Dumbledore. You know, I am different from him."

Voldemort frowned and looked at the other person in confusion.

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

Voldemort nodded, he had indeed said so at the foot of the mountain.

"But that is 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 is always experience, right?" Voldemort asked.

"Yeah, that's true 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 wandered freely on his hand, like a flexible golden snake.

Antonio emerged from 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.

"Bang."

There was a sudden bulge in the quilt. Judging from the angle, it must have been a kick from Grindelwald.

Antonio was kicked and somersaulted several times, and finally stopped when he was choked on his face.

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

Grindelwald acted as if nothing had happened and said, "But I can't do it. Do you know what the problem is?"

Voldemort glanced at Antonio, who was lying on the ground rolling around without being noticed by his master, and then looked at Grindelwald.

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

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

Grindelwald frowned and tried to throw the repair ripple out of his palm.

But as soon as it left, it immediately weakened.

"It is difficult for us to master things beyond the limits of our abilities given by our talents, just like we all have special abilities that ordinary people do not have."

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

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

"No, I'm just 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 convey." Grindelwald said proudly.

Voldemort twitched the corners of his mouth and gave a trademark fake smile.

French writers really like to write such long sentences when they write.

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 topic.

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

After Grindelwald finished speaking, he 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.

"certainly."

Voldemort said, pulling out the Elder Wand and flicking it, letting the wand fly towards Grindelwald.

Just 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.

"Powerful mental power, Voldemort, your talent in this area is better than mine."

Grindelwald said as he reached for the Elder Wand.

He took the Elder Wand in his hand and played with it as if he were meeting an old friend.

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

"Won't you try to use a magic spell?" Voldemort asked.

Grindelwald smiled and shook his head, saying, "It's been too long since I've held a wand. Now I can only cast spells without a wand. It's uncomfortable to hold a wand."

"I thought you would never use magic again, at least that's what I thought before I came in." Voldemort said.

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

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

Voldemort's left hand, which was leaning on his cane, turned outwards. This was an unexplained movement.

"Back to talent, Voldemort."

Grindelwald said, kicking Antonio again who was trying to climb up on his feet.

"We have a common talent. I think this is more important than the obscure experience of failure. You should value it."

"What is it?" Voldemort asked.

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

Grindelwald stood up, looking a little annoyed, and stretched out his hand to signal Voldemort to be silent.

Voldemort was a little confused, but remained silent and said nothing.

And Grindelwald had already knelt down and pulled Antonio's tail.

"Chachacha..."

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

But the next second, Grindelwald grabbed his tail and swung it until he showed a fainting state, and the swishing stopped.

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

It seemed that this was not the first time he had done something like this. Antonio's tiny body happened to fly out through the gap in the skylight.

Voldemort's eyes widened briefly as he recalled everything that had just happened in his mind.

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

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

"Trouble solved, Voldemort, well, let's move on."

After being thrown away by the sheets, Grindelwald covered himself again and said as if nothing happened, "We can always see through the essence of the problem, which is helpful to our magic and career."

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

He must do this, otherwise this senior who loves to speak in long sentences will confuse him.

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