The Good Life of Home Cook Grindelwald

Even if it happens again, it can't stop him from being expelled from school.Grindelwald didn't even think about arguing with the school this time, or even throwing a blank stare at them. He listened indifferently to the teachers' declaration of grief and regret, and couldn't even produce the strength to curse.

According to fairy tales, the Resurrection Stone revived the sweetheart of the second of the three brothers, but the other felt very painful because he did not belong here.He once laughed at this story, but thinking about it now, it was really painful.

Why live again?Why bother with the dead?He doesn't have any wishes!He doesn't need to live again to resolve irreconcilable contradictions. The world is separated from him and refuses to give him a bridge. He once thought that the only bridge that could unite him with the world has long since left him.

What's more, in his previous life, before he died, he clearly stated that he would never see that person again, and would not disturb his life anymore. Could it be that he wanted to slap himself in the face now?

His anger cannot be consumed, he just wants to destroy!

The teachers were still talking, but he suddenly turned his head and said coldly, "Isn't that just expulsion? Now that I'm ready to be expelled, can I go?"

Durmstrang's professors choked for a moment, and then watched the boy stride away without looking back after saying this, as if he was angrier than them.The principal was trembling with anger, and it took him a long time to yell at his background. The echo from the excessive force reverberated in the corridor. The portrait: "You will never come back in this life!"

Who wants to come back!As soon as Grindelwald entered the dormitory, he saw other boys standing up, leaning against the corner instinctively, staring at him in horror.He couldn't help frowning, which made them continue to shrink their sense of existence.He looked at this group of idiots and almost wanted to roar: What are you afraid of, I'm not Voldemort!

How much better do you think you are than Voldemort?Those who are not as good as you are oppressed and even massacred.There is a voice in the bottom of my heart telling a fact plainly.

But in this world, the weak prey on the strong. If you have no ability, don't blame yourself for not being able to protect yourself. Then find a strong backer in the torrent of life, or admit defeat!He spoke to the voice coldly.

No, no, Gellert!Everyone has their own hopes, and you forcibly cut them off, relying on your strength.Even though the strong have unparalleled strength, they have no power to block the progress of the weak.The familiar voice, the voice that was still trying to reason with him before the decisive battle returned to his mind.

What brought Dumbledore to this realization?Was it Ariana's death?He thought of the girl who had died young, and with a flick of his wand, everything he owned quickly jumped into his trunk.With the sound of the box being closed, the boys in the corner moved uncomfortably into the wall with nowhere to escape.The box jumped a few times and jumped to his feet. Grindelwald turned his head and said coldly and mockingly: "Goodbye, gentlemen, I wish you freedom."

The boys didn't know what to say, but Grindelwald raised his head and didn't want to look at the school anymore. He walked out of the school with the box and immediately disapparated.

Grindelwald Manor had already received a letter from the school. Facing his departure, his family did not say anything, but scolded Durmstrang for his cowardice.Grindelwald didn't want to hear it, so he went straight into his room, cast a soundproof spell, and threw himself on the bed.

During this day, he experienced death, rebirth, cursing, dropping out of school, and felt that his nerves were about to burn out. Even so, he didn't fall asleep immediately. He stared at the death mark on the wall and touched it with his fingers. go up.

Applause, screams, the blood of death seems to be still yesterday, the excited faces of the saints under the black veil are still clearly visible, Jiaozhong under the blue flames, the sweetness in the hands of authority, when touching this mark, still makes his eyes Blood boils.

He likes this feeling, even if he lives again, he likes to make others look up and worship, and likes the pleasure of deciding their life and death with one word.

But he has experienced this kind of pleasure, ups and downs, and excitement. Even if he does it again, he may do better than before. What's the point?After all, he is an old man over 100 years old, and he also feels tired.Death could have washed away these exhaustions, but the god of death didn't want to let him go.

Or should he build Nurmengard now and stay in it until the next death?

He stayed at home for a week, eating and sleeping every day, eating and sleeping, even if he ate, he was absent-minded, and sleeping was boring.Seeing his sluggish state, his family finally couldn't bear it, and suddenly attacked him at a breakfast.

What do I want to do with you?Grindelwald put down his coffee and looked up. He didn't even bother to give an expression. He just looked over one by one, then turned around, and looked at the portraits of the ancestors who were clamoring with the family members.Every glass on the dining table has cracks, and the wall bursts a zigzag under the portrait.

In Grindelwald's family, he was the only one who had such mana for hundreds of years. Thinking of his strength and always spoiled and cruel heart, everyone fell silent.Satisfied, Grindelwald wiped his mouth slowly, stood up, and turned to go upstairs.

As if he had woken up, and seemed annoyed after being suppressed, his father turned his head and couldn't help roaring: "You can't stay in your room forever! This home is mine! And Grindelwald's family No waste!"

Oh, Merlin's hair, he really should fix the damned Nurmengard!He thought about it, and said fiercely to his father: "Don't worry! I won't stay at your house anymore!" As he said, he moved directly to his own room, packed up his things, even a note He didn't stay, and directly apparated with the box.

When he stood still, he found himself standing in a pouring rain alley. He looked around a few times, not knowing where he had apparated himself.He could only stare at the building in front of him and look up at the inconspicuous signboard.Although the familiar name is inconspicuous, no one will miss it here.After seeing those words, Grindelwald's expression was as cold as the gray weather, and he actually stood outside Gregovich's shop!How much he missed the Elder Wand, essentially!

This made him want to curse life even more. Under such a curse, he turned and strode away, but after walking a few steps, he stopped suddenly. He gritted his teeth and moved himself to Grigovich's house.Of course he knew where the Elder Wand was, and he also knew that Gregorovich had put a protective spell on it, so that as long as he touched it, the other party would come up.He stared at the box of the wand for a few seconds, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled it out, the sound of urgent footsteps approached as he got the Elder Wand, he raised his wand, and waited for the moment when the other party opened the door cursing, Do a stun as before, then jump out of the window and Apparate in midair.

This time he stood on the streets of Paris, there were Muggles everywhere, he frowned, holding the Elder Wand, and cast an invisibility spell on himself, he didn't know where to go for a moment.The world is so big, Germany, Italy, Hungary, Spain, and even America.

Anyway, not England, not Godric's Hollow!

Not the quiet town, not the waves of grass in the breeze, not the scent of flowers in the afternoon sun, not the letter from the owl at night, not the interlocking fingers in the barn, not the great interests, not the promised future.

Not Albus Dumbledore!

The figures around kept flashing, and like a dementor, it only brought unpleasant memories. Grindelwald stood alone on the Paris street where no one knew him, and no one even saw him. He didn't know how long he stood there.He had nowhere to go, no dream to seek, no heart to promise.

He blinked and showed a sneer, if this is the revenge of the god of death, then I'm really sorry, and he doesn't want to admit defeat.He thought, and finally strode towards the entrance of the magic world in Paris. The statue of Pythia gently raised the corner of the skirt, revealing a corner of marble for the boy to pass through.

He moved around in Europe for half a year, first changing jobs in several shops in Kacher.This is a place full of opportunities. Grindelwald's indifferent and delicate face makes many guests here willing to say a few words to him. Although he cheats people more than his life, he is really too lazy to speak, such perfunctory Dealing with it, he still offended many people. Someone always wanted to find fault with him, but they couldn't beat him, and the shopkeepers didn't want to keep him.So he switched to Rome, then to Lisbon, and then to Lusbourg.

Finally his father's letter reached him: "Don't run outside anymore! Your aunt is willing to let you stay there for a while. Go there immediately, or I will cancel your inheritance rights!"

As if I were rare on your inheritance!Grindelwald burned the letter to ashes with a fire spell.But the next day, Bathilda's letter arrived.The old woman said gently and long-windedly that Christmas was over, her side was very deserted, and she had a batch of materials on the history of magic that she hadn't sorted out for her, so she asked Gellert if he would "do this little favor and accompany her with this old woman".

No!I do not want to!Grindelwald unfolded the parchment, thinking about how to reply.He picked up the pen, under the dim light, the outline of a young man gradually emerged on the parchment, showing a gentle smile at him, the auburn hair was about to float out of the paper, almost wrapped around his fingers, full of nostalgia Reluctant and complacent.

Grindelwald took a deep breath, but couldn't erase the illusion.He blinked, the portrait of the young man refused to fade away, he raised his head not to look at the paper, a few seconds later, he dropped the pen in his hand, and buried his face deeply in his hands.

The inescapable longing grew in the bottom of his heart in a dank way, and unbreakable vines bloomed, tightly entwined around his heart, reaching his brain through the blood, and growing crazy flowers inside.

Merlin on!You really hate me!That being the case, why do you want me to be born in this world and give me dreams that will never be achieved?Let me try to win and end up taking it all away?Whether it's my business or mine, love!

After finally calming down his mood, Grindelwald brought back the pen that had been thrown away, and gently wrote on the paper: "Aunt Bathilda, Zhan Xin'an. I am very grateful for your generosity, and I am naturally willing to help you Finishing your little job and looking forward to spending some quality time with you. Coming to Godric's Hollow soon, see you soon. Gellert Grindelwald."

Tying the letter to the owl's talons, Grindelwald looked out the narrow window at the night sky, where the winter Orion constellation hung in a shining quadrilateral in the southern sky, and the unknown awaited him.Fate left him nowhere to hide, he had to meet Dumbledore, new life, how would they develop?His previous life had taught him that no matter how good a plan is, it cannot be defeated by chance.This made him feel a little in awe of life, and more importantly, he was afraid that this fate would make Dumbledore show his calm expression again.Every time he saw him standing at the top with a modest smile in the newspaper, he wanted to crumble the newspaper into pieces.These people, these people in the world don't know what kind of brilliance his Al once had, but he was forced to be scattered at the end of time, revealing the gentleness they like to respect.

Instead of Apparating right away, he used Muggle transportation to transfer several times, and after some delays, he finally reached the edge of Godric's Hollow.More than half a year of chaotic life did not make him afraid of a new life, but standing on the edge of this village, he stopped in his tracks.

They are so familiar, yet so distant.Grindelwald walked slowly on the path, looking at the small houses, retreating one by one, and finally revealed the one he was most familiar with, which made him stop in the end.Even though the voice in his heart kept reminding him to stay away, he still tilted his head slightly and looked here.

The weather is fine today, Albus, what is this brilliant Hogwarts graduate who has to be stuck here doing now?Take a walk, or read a book?

He was thinking, and suddenly a girl's scream brought him back to his senses. He thought he had forgotten this voice, but when it sounded, he had already made a judgment immediately, it was Arianna!Before he could move, the door of the house was pulled open heavily. A girl covered her ears and wanted to rush out. The black shadow on her body floated out uncontrollably, and the magic power was about to riot.

Grindelwald's mind was blank. When he understood what he was doing, he had stepped forward and stopped the girl who was about to rush out. Before she broke out, he hugged her to his chest and said softly: "It's okay, no one can hurt you, everyone loves you, you will grow up safely, your brother is coming back, he will show you the sunshine, the flowers, the goats, you still have a future, You still have a happy future, don't give up on yourself."

He himself didn't know what he was reading, but comforting Credence had given him experience. Such gentle comforting made Ariana calm down slightly, and the figure he was thinking of stood in front of him in embarrassment.Dumbledore's jacket was torn, his hair was disheveled, there were bites on his fingers, and he had scratched his legs.

Grindelwald was half-kneeling at the door of his house, holding the trembling Dumbledore's little sister in his arms, he hardly dared to look up, but he still looked up and looked at Dumbledore who was holding the door frame with a tired face , with a blank mind, instinctively pulled out a smile: "Hi."

Seeing Dumbledore looking at him hesitantly, he said stiffly, "Bathilda is my aunt. I came to visit her, but when I passed by your house, I seemed to be in some trouble."

Merlin!He had never tried such a stupid way of introducing himself!After the words were spoken, Grindelwald of the Wise One felt that he might as well do it all over again!