Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"The prerequisite for becoming stronger is to survive." Iger pouted, not taking it seriously: "Those who survive to the end are qualified to be called strong."

Grindelwald was stunned, as if he did not expect Iger to think this way.

Iger didn't plan to argue with him in this regard, but just found a fairly lively hotel nearby and settled down. Fortunately, Iger had enough euros with him, and the three of them had a good meal.

Grindelwald eats deliciously, but moves gracefully, and seems to have engraved this calmness in his bones.

"You can probably think of what the headlines of tomorrow's newspaper will be." Iger leaned back on the chair leisurely, holding a glass of whisky in his hand: "The famous first-generation Dark Lord escaped from prison, will the dark age sweep again? Hahaha …”

"Isn't it you who caused all this..." Emily whispered while holding the tomato juice.

"By the way, was there a person like Mr. Grindelwald two hundred years ago?" Egger pondered: "If there is, then he shouldn't be considered the first generation, right?"

"I don't know what the concept of the Dark Lord is, but two hundred years ago, there were many powerful dark wizards." Emily thought for a while: "But our blood family rarely participates in the magic world, but the stinking gang Werewolves have always wanted a place in the wizarding world."

"It looks like you shouldn't be considered the first generation..." Iger looked at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, with a trace of disdain on his old face: "I never said I was the Dark Lord..."

A little reserved, he wiped his mouth, and then used the white handkerchief to rub his beard, which had grown lush after being ignored for too long, Grindelwald tilted his head slightly: "I prefer the title of Dark Lord. Accept the title of revolutionary."

"Hmm..." Iger gave Grindelwald a thoughtful look and nodded slowly.

almost...

Winning is the revolution, losing is the devil.

Success and failure have been the case since ancient times.

Just like what Doflamingo said.

Justice must prevail? of course…

Only the victor is righteous.

"Throughout my life, is there anything I have done for my own selfish desires?" Grindelwald opened his arms and said calmly: "As I said, everything is for the greater good..."

Iger blinked his eyes, leaned his head slightly, and looked at Grindelwald with a silly face: "Friend, have you heard of Amway?"

Grindelwald: "???"

Iger thinks that people like Grindelwald are too blind to be a wizard. If he goes to be a pyramid scheme, then other liars will starve to death...

A dinner broke up.

Emily squinted at the back of Grindelwald returning to the room, then turned to look at Iger: "He wants to confuse you."

"I can see it." Iger nodded in agreement: "But unfortunately, I'm heterosexual."

Emily: "???"

Holy crap, are we talking about the same thing?

Emily returned to the room angrily, and Iger leisurely leaned back on the chair and took a sip from the wine glass.

He knew what Emily meant, but he just pretended to be confused.

A few years have passed, and Iger is no longer the stupid boy who dares to say anything, and it is natural to see that Grindelwald has whitewashed himself.

No matter what he said, Iger knew one thing very deeply, that is, when Grindelwald was in power, the people who died did not have to be as few as Voldemort.

It was a big movement that swept through half the world of magic, and naturally it was not comparable to a village tyrant like Voldemort.

Iger never thought of standing in Grindelwald's camp, and of course, he never thought of punishing him for the dead.

The reason for letting him out is just because of a temporary need, or because he thinks this person is very interesting.

As for what politics, what sports.

Speaking of which, Iger may not understand the core ideas of the White Household Organization...

The night passed in a hurry, and that night, Grindelwald's escape from prison spread like wildfire, and the next morning made the headlines of European magic newspapers.

Looking dullly at a magic newspaper called Owl Express in Germany, Iger pursed his lips imperceptibly.

The current editor is really nothing new, I really should learn more about the browser editors who were sent to the crematorium later.

Shock! The hundred-year-old man did not go home at night because...

Shock! Dozens of strong men all fell into a coma, and a hundred-year-old man actually did such a thing...

Listen, how exciting?

What was originally a very formal magic newspaper suddenly turned into a Liu Bei tabloid on the verge of harmony, but sales must have skyrocketed...

Emily drank a glass of tomato juice happily, sat quietly beside Iger and waited for Grindelwald, then stared at the direction of the corridor and her eyes suddenly widened.

A handsome old man with a haircut walked over slowly, Iger was drinking milk and reading the newspaper, the dead fish's eyes raised slightly.

"Pfft!! Cough cough cough..."

A mouthful of white liquid was sprayed out, and Iger stared at the old man in front of him in shock.

At this time, Grindelwald's hair was neatly combed, and he held a big back.

Wearing a decent suit, Grindelwald looked at the two and smiled: "Is there any problem?"

Iger nodded slightly: "How much is the suit?"

Grindelwald: "..."

Emily laughed out loud. Just now, Grindelwald's aggressiveness was too high and her aggressiveness was too strong, which made her a little speechless. As a result, Iger broke through in a second...

Early in the morning, Iger paid for the three people's accommodation, and even paid the store owner for a suit.

But this amount of money is trivial, but what Iger can't accept is that...

Why is this old man Nima so handsome when he is over a hundred years old?

How handsome did you have to be when you were young, Nima's...

Luckily I wasn't born in the same era...

Although Iger thinks he is handsome, he still has some self-awareness.

In terms of appearance, he looks more delicate than Harry, and at most is on the same level as Cedric, but this handsome uncle beside him...

No, handsome old man...

This handsome old man has fouled, okay?

The body is full of vicissitudes, the eyes are full of stories, and every move is full of pretence... No, it is the charm of mature men.

Nima's, it's too much...

You are over a hundred years old, you know?

It is difficult for Iger to associate Grindelwald at this time with the sloppy old man who was stinky and stinky last night. These are just two people, right?

But Iger was still relieved, fortunately, he is gay, there is no competitive pressure...

"How do we go now?" Grindelwald turned his head and looked at Iger cheerfully without the slightest self-awareness.

"Have you been to Norway?" Iger looked at Grindelwald.

"Of course~www.NovelMTL.com~ Grindelwald nodded.

Emily on the side took out her wand and handed it to Grindelwald: "The door key."

Grindelwald reached out and took the wand and looked at it carefully for a long time: "I haven't seen this thing for a long time, the one I used to..."

"In Dumbledore's hands." Iger nodded: "But it doesn't matter, I can help you find a stronger one."

"Stronger than the Elder Wand?"

"Of course." Iger nodded: "Look at my wand, is it worse than the old wand?"

Grindelwald nodded knowingly, but he didn't say much. He casually found a stone and nodded with his wand: "Mentos."

"Let's go." Iger nodded, the three grabbed each other's arms, and Iger grabbed the stone as soon as he grasped it.

There was a sharp hook behind the navel, and the three figures disappeared in an instant.