Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 58 Gellert Grindelwald

"Benefits...great..." Mu En read softly.

Then he shook his head and stepped onto the stairs, constantly stepping on the dry leaves on the stairs, making a crunching sound.

Crunch——

The huge wooden door was slowly pushed open by him, making a harsh sound. What followed was the ultimate silence.

He walked slowly on the huge flat marble tiles. After looking around, he pushed his hand forward slightly.

Just as Moon told Harry, the hands of the mage are flexible and changeable.

Invisible and colorless gentle waves spread in all directions, and every feedback after touching the walls and gravel was accurately mapped in his mind.

Just like the ultrasonic sound of a bat.

This technique only requires a little bit of magic to release a little "wave".

It only requires "a little bit" of information processing power.

Not long after, he found a dynamic feedback from above the castle.

A stooped, skinny old man.

Thinking about it, he slowly turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Not long after, he walked up several floors and came to a dark corridor. There were many rooms here, but it was extremely empty. Except for some feathers left by birds or fallen leaves flying from nowhere, there was nothing else. Didn't stay either.

The thumping of footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Then, he stopped slowly in front of a room.

The door was open and there was no lock. The wind kept blowing through the empty windows, making a whining sound.

In the room, there was a low table with several pieces of parchment on it. It was very old. It was obvious that its owner had been looking through it constantly.

All that's left is a bed with iron bars. The bed only had a yellowed mattress, and the sheets...were torn to half.

A skinny hand stretched out and put the parchment into the lining of the tattered clothes.

The rickety old man crouched in the corner slowly stood up.

He raised his head, a face looming in his messy and knotted hair.

Mu En was stunned for a moment and murmured: "Jack?!"

"Who?" The figure spoke, his voice hoarse and a little sticky, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"It's not Jack." Mu En couldn't help but shake her head and smiled helplessly. I didn't expect him to recognize the wrong person.

There was no other reason than that the guy in front of him looked too much like Jack Sparrow, especially the long, greasy, knotted hair.

Just the senior version.

However, after careful observation, he still discovered many differences between the two.

"I thought it was Riddle..." he said.

Mu En was a little confused: "Who is Riddle?"

"That's Voldemort." The guy said, with admiration and regret mixed in his eyes: "I didn't expect that another young man would come here."

"Here? This castle?"

"It's not this castle, but - this level." He said slowly, his eyes wandering, as if he was a little crazy.

"You're better than Riddle," he said.

“When he came, he was tall and handsome, with a false smile on his face to cover up his arrogance and ambition.

At that time, he was standing in your position, proudly making his declaration in front of me. "

"What declaration?" Mu En became interested and leaned against the wall, looking at the old man with interest.

Of course, you can also call him Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald waved his hands in the air, his eyes were dull, and the corner of his mouth raised a sneer: "He said that he would start from where I failed and let me see his success with my own eyes!"

Mu En nodded slightly and thought: "Is this the reason why Voldemort directly launched a pure-blood revolution in the UK? If he were elsewhere, he could achieve as much momentum as you did?!"

"Of course he can, he is indeed smart and capable!!" Grindelwald said seriously.

“When he came to see me, he was not yet thirty years old, but he had already stepped into the level of caring for me.

But because of this, he is more arrogant than me, Dumbledore and others. "

"How arrogant?" Mu En wondered.

"More than you, you, like him, always have a smile on your face. But obviously, your smile is much more relaxed, with a game-like mentality.

And he simply used that gentle smile as a skill to win the trust of others. "

Mu En denied it flatly: "I am not arrogant. Everyone knows that my biggest shortcoming is that I am too humble."

However, he put his hand on the corner of his mouth, muttering in his heart: Game world... mentality...

Grindelwald looked at him expressionlessly and said casually: "There is no one who has come here who does not have arrogance beyond ordinary people. You, me, Albus, Riddle, and even Albus who has not given up magic. Forth, we are all the same, we don’t have to hide.”

After saying that, he didn't seem to want to continue this topic and sat casually on the bed: "What do you call it?"

"It seems you don't like prophecies very much anymore? Moon Jones!" Moon nodded slightly.

"I haven't made any predictions for a long, long time. There's no need. It would only make me realize deeper despair!" He raised his head and slumped his shoulders.

"What are you doing here? If you just want to come here to show off your power, you can start."

Mu En spread his hands: "No, I just happened to be passing by and came to take a look. Of course, it would be better if you could satisfy some of my curiosity."

"Cats are always curious."

"This is a curse, don't rub salt into the wound, old man." Mu En said helplessly.

Grindelwald choked immediately, and after a long pause, he nodded tiredly: "Okay, but...do me a favor."

"Why don't you ask someone from the European or German Ministry of Magic to help you find me? I won't do anything illegal. Of course, you can be two people!"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that their fear of me is deep in their bones and they don't even dare to communicate with me." Grindelwald said, his tone was calm, but full of momentum.

"Okay, how can I help you?"

"Bring me some letter paper, but I don't want anything else. My sheets are almost torn clean," he said.

"I didn't expect you would still need to write a letter."

There was a dim look in Grindelwald's eyes, and he said bitterly: "Of course, although he hasn't replied to my letter for a long, long time, I don't even know if he can read my letter."

Mu En looked at the sky outside and waved her hands helplessly: "Okay, it's settled. I'll bring you some letter paper tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Grindelwald nodded: "Let's talk about it then..."

Mu En nodded, then turned and left.

Grindelwald sighed, memories flashing in his eyes. Suddenly he held his knees, stood up with some difficulty and walked out of the room, shouting quickly: "Wait!"

Mu En stood at the corner and looked at him doubtfully.

"Help me cross out the words on the door." His voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into a soliloquy.

"It is my fault…"

Mu En only heard the first sentence and nodded.

"good!"