[Comprehensive] The correct posture of fooling the savior

Europe, Nurmengard.

"You have been busy for a long time." Grindelwald rested his chin on his left hand and looked at the Dark Lord who came to Nurmengard for the second time.It has been more than half a month since the last time we met and said goodbye. The conversation at that time was just started, and it was interrupted because the Dark Lord received an urgent notice.

"Sorry," the Dark Lord shrugged nonchalantly, "but when you're in power, there's always a lot to do, isn't there?"

"Ah, so to speak," Grindelwald said lazily, flipping through the magic book with his right hand casually, "Since I entered here, I have been very relaxed in an instant. All the complicated affairs have gone away in an instant. , I no longer have to work overtime until midnight, and I still have time to pick up my hobbies, study magic, and delve into history.”

"It seems that this period of captivity is quite comfortable for you?" The Dark Lord walked to the table and sat on the stone stool, "I thought that being deprived of power and restricted freedom would not be good feeling?"

"In the beginning, yes," Grindelwald admitted frankly, turning his gaze to the sitting Dark Lord, "at first I was very angry, almost to the point of hating everything, I hated my own incompetence, hated Dumbledore's ruthlessness , Hate the festering of the current situation, I think about escaping from here all the time..."

"But this is indeed the strongest fortress I have built myself," he laughed, with a hint of self-deprecation in his smile, "When I used this place to imprison my rebels and felt complacent about their inability to escape, I didn't I never thought I would be imprisoned here."

"Oh," the Dark Lord remarked, "it's your own fault."

"There is indeed one thing," Grindelwald nodded approvingly, "When I really calmed down and looked back on my past, I felt that there were many things I had done to myself."

"When we met last time, you said you were repenting." The Dark Lord looked at the former king who had been imprisoned in a cage for half his life. "Isn't it just because of this kind of thing?"

"Of course not," Grindelwald shook the fingers of his right hand. "I'm not so cowardly that I can't face what I've done. This kind of thing may make me regret it, but it's definitely not a confession."

"Then," the Dark Lord raised his eyebrows, "what are you confessing?"

Grindelwald didn't answer. He seemed to be thinking about something while resting his chin. The cell was quiet, and neither of them spoke. Only the sunlight came down from the window eaves, shining slowly on the floating dust in the air.

The first-generation Dark Lord and the second-generation Dark Lord sat facing each other in this small and dilapidated cell, and the atmosphere was surprisingly peaceful.

In such a peaceful atmosphere, Grindelwald opened his mouth slowly: "After going through the most difficult time at the beginning, I found that I actually have a lot of abundant time. During this time, I began to reflect on my Why did it fail."

He paused, then asked the Dark Lord, "Why do you think I failed?"

The Dark Lord threw the question back calmly: "Isn't it because Dumbledore defeated you in that decisive battle?"

"Of course, this is the main reason," Grindelwald's face seemed to flash a shadow, but as if it was just an illusion, his gaze shifted from the Dark Lord back to the magic book on the stone table, and he said in a flat tone, " But you have to know that if the current situation was not chaotic and defeated to a certain extent, Dumbledore would never have asked me for a decisive battle."

"He was very smart and very discerning," he seemed to be lost in memory, his eyes distant and unfocused, "he knew that if he ignored the challenge of a duel, whether he won or lost, nothing good would come out. At the peak of my power, when I was almost invincible, if I won, it would be miserable for him, needless to say; but even if he won, nothing would happen to me, my subordinates, I The powerful forces will guarantee my absolute safety."

"Actually, he still has another choice," Grindelwald actually smiled as he spoke, as if there was something worth remembering about the bad past, "that is to kill me. Not to mention whether he will really Doing this... that would be too ruthless... Even if he really succeeded in killing me, it would be even worse, my forces would fall into chaos, they would reshuffle the cards, and they would bring more people than I led The bloody storm..."

"That duel was the direct cause of my failure, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back." Grindelwald raised his head slightly, and turned his gaze back to the Dark Lord, with a slight sense of melancholy appearing on his face, "but it really made me fail." The actual reason is not the duel."

He paused, put down his left hand resting on his chin, and changed to a more comfortable position. A little bit of bewilderment disappeared from his face, and that kind of indifference-like laziness resurfaced: "If you want to talk about the essence There are actually two reasons. One of the most obvious is the collapse of the current situation. The German Muggle government that I cooperated with deeply fell into a quagmire, and I put too much effort into ensuring their victory, bringing the entire St. The gangsters have been dragged into the vortex of this war."

This reason is obvious, and it is the conclusion that most analyzes of Grindelwald's failures will draw.The Dark Lord became curious about Grindelwald's summary of his own failure, one reason so obvious, then, "What about the other?"

"Another reason..." Grindelwald smiled, and tilted his head playfully, his slightly gray blond hair drew a small arc across his shoulders.He looked at the magic book in his hand and changed the subject, "Did you know that all successful leaders are charismatic people, you are, I am, and so is Hitler. He doesn't smoke, basically doesn't drink, and lives a simple life. Restraint, fluent in six languages, a decorated war hero, and a magically provocative speaker. At least he seems to have a better chance of success than the other guys."

"In history, some people are honorable even though they lose, and even if they lose, they will be regarded as honor by the nation;" he said, casting a pointed glance at the Dark Lord, "but there are some people, no matter how brilliant they are No matter what, it will only leave infamy.”

"Hitler was the latter?"

"Hitler is the latter kind of person." Grindelwald nodded slightly.His fingers slid across the pages of the magic book, and there seemed to be regret in his expression, "No matter how capable and charming he is, some things cannot be washed away..."

"Because he slaughtered?"

"Yes, because he engaged in mass murder." Grindelwald responded affirmatively, "How do Muggles define it? Crimes against humanity?"

The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes slightly: "Don't tell me that you are repenting for those who died in the war?"

"You are very close to the answer, but this is not the answer," Grindelwald raised the corners of his mouth, with a little emotion and almost imperceptible disdain in his tone, "There are no immortals in war, how could I repent for this? Any war means the breaking and reorganization of classes, the redistribution of resources, and the bones behind it. When Hitler and I cooperated to start the war, we were both mentally prepared to face the death of the enemy , and the death of your own people. Since you want to achieve your goal, you must be prepared to do whatever it takes."

"Since you have already been mentally prepared, what is there to regret?" The Dark Lord frowned slightly, "Don't tell me that you are too cowardly to take responsibility for your choices, you provoked a war, but Unwilling to face the consequences of war?"

Grindelwald sighed a long time: "Do you know why I built Nurmengard?"

"Isn't it to imprison opponents?" The Dark Lord looked at Grindelwald with the eyes of "why ask knowingly".

"In the beginning, my methods were very bloody. I wiped out several families in Europe that strongly opposed me. I even perfected the Avada Kedavra," Grindelwald lowered his eyes, "but then... later I no longer tried to eliminate my opponents physically. I built the strongest prisons and locked them in one by one, until at last I went in myself."

"Why don't I continue the bloody suppression method? This method is indeed very effective, and it will scare the opponents into silence..." He seemed to be asking questions, but also seemed to be feeling emotional.

"Why?" The Dark Lord looked at him. "Don't tell me it's because you can't bear it?"

Grindelwald laughed and asked back, "Do you think I am a kind and kind guy?"

"No," the Dark Lord resolutely vetoed, "I think you are a guy who puts interests first. You only care about interests."

"You see very well, I am indeed such a person." Grindelwald shrugged, stood up, and took out a thick stack of daily prophets from the bookshelf.He turned and waved the newspaper in his hand to the Dark Lord as a gesture, and said, "I've been paying attention to this newspaper recently, the Muggle threat theory, very interesting theory, isn't it? If that's the case, you must also know Comparison of the number of wizards in the world?"

"The gap is huge, to the point of despair," the Dark Lord spread out his hands. He didn't like this slightly looking up gesture, and he stood up, "You don't need to say this, anyone with eyes can see it." Come out. And this gap is still widening.”

Grindelwald asked immediately: "So do you know how many wizards died in the European war I provoked?"

The Dark Lord raised his eyebrows, waiting for the next sentence.

"Every wizard is precious." Grindelwald threw the newspaper on the table, and the airflow brought by it blown away the top few pages, and the moving pictures of the Muggle world performed funny scenes on the opened newspaper. pantomime.He stared at the Dark Lord and revealed the mystery, "Extremely precious. I shouldn't kill people for the difference of ideas. And war means death. I didn't notice this in advance."

He paused, slowly closed his eyes, and his tone of voice was filled with sincere remorse: "I deeply regret it..."