[Comprehensive] There is a small beggar among us

Sewell felt that the hair all over his body was blown up, he subconsciously pulled out the dog-beating stick, and stared at him.

Seeing his big reaction, Grindelwald laughed at that time, his green eyes flickered and said, "Have you heard my name? Is it a wizard?"

At this moment, Sevier also realized that the reputation of the generation of Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald was too great, and he was shocked at once. In fact, even if he really fought, Sevier would not be afraid of him .

What's more, wearing Muggle clothes, he didn't show anything to show that he was a wizard, so he just pretended he didn't know at this moment, and then found a chance to sneak away with Draco later.

As for what Gellert is here for, it's easy to guess - out of ten, he's here to recruit the man down there for his Dark Lord career.

When Sewell flew up to the sky to have a bird's-eye view of the entire island, he noticed that it was not a desert island at all—it was a huge dragon skeleton.

The island they are on is where the dragon head is.

This dragon is not the same as the one in the magic world. Judging from its body shape, it is not an ordinary thing... From this point of view, the person below who can control the wind without holding a magic wand may be a descendant of some dragon.

And the Dark Lord wants to recruit it into his army...

This also explains why Grindelwald hid behind and peeped like himself... You have to know what kind of person (or dragon) the other party is before you can start, but then again, the figure that the dragon turned into is really Too good to have no friends, even Sewell can't help being a little jealous.

He took a stick flower casually, with a domineering expression on his face, and said, "What is a wizard, a fairy tale? I've never heard of it." At this moment, "Papa—— With two soft beeps, Della Apparition appeared in front of Sevier, with a bit of doubt on his expression: "Sevier? Why did you ask me to come?"

The iconic double-click of Apparition, and Draco's wand in his hands.

Sewell wanted to cry a little, cursing his bird in his heart—

Damn fat man, I asked you to hold him back, what the hell did you bring him here.

He pulled Draco closer to him and looked at Gellert, who was still leaning against the boulder with his arms folded and smiling.

Draco frowned slightly, and asked quite unhappy, "Who is this?"

Since Sewell was confessed by Krum, Draco felt that the men close to his brother felt that the other man was plotting against him, especially the handsome ones.

The other party opened his lips lightly, and introduced himself again: "Gellert Grindelwald."

Draco's first reaction was to pull Sewell to Disapparate, but finding that the anti-Apparition spell had been cast around him, he clenched his wand tightly and stared at Grindelwald suspiciously.

The atmosphere on the side of the Malfoy brothers was very unfriendly, but Grindelwald acted as if he hadn't noticed it, and said, "Why are you in such a hurry? I didn't expect there to be wizards here..." He raised his lips and smiled: "I still want to Let's chat with you."

Sewell stood in front of Draco and said unhappily, "We're just passing by and don't care about your business."

"But I'm curious..." Grindelwald blinked his green eyes at him, and asked lightly, "Are you from the future?"

"..." Sewell was confused, thinking how would you know?Even if you look at the style of the clothes, it is still the style of 1912.

Grindelwald seemed to see what was going on in his heart, played with the wand in his hand, and said casually: "The person behind you is a child of the Malfoy family."

"...how do you know?" Draco pulled away Sewell who was in front of him, walked up to Grindelwald, and asked.

"You look exactly like Abraxas." Grindelwald said, "What's his relationship to you, Dad? Grandfather? Great-grandfather?"

"Grandfather..." Draco's eyes flickered.

"He came to Durmstrang as an exchange student, and he was very impressed." Grindelwald's eyes deepened: "If you see him again, bring me a good one."

"My grandfather is long gone—" Draco said, without much sadness on his face.

Grindelwald nodded briefly, and he didn't seem very interested in this. To be honest, the Malfoy family has a first-class influence in Britain, but as an exchange student, Abraxas is just a small person to him. He can remember It still depends on Abu's handsome face - after all, in Durmstrang at that time, only Abraxas could be as handsome as Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald involuntarily reached out and touched his face, and then said: "Of course—the most important thing is, I don't think my name is already known to the magic world."

Sewell flattened his mouth. He didn't know the history of magic well. He only knew that in 1945, the Dark Lord Grindelwald was defeated by Dumbledore.

Grindelwald waved his wand with a smile and said, "So can we have a chat? I am very curious about what will happen in the future."

Sewell stretched out his hand to pull Draco, who glanced at Grindelwald, and then used a spell to close his ears. Grindelwald didn't care, and stood there waiting for the two to discuss.

"Let's just run away," Sewell suggested seriously, "I'll fly you with me, and then we'll get out of the range of the anti-apparition technique in the air before apparating?"

Draco shot him a sideways look: "Leave that Muggle alone?"

It was only then that Sewell remembered Mr. Johnny who was still waiting on the beach. He pursed his lips, then cheered up again, waved his fist and said, "Then just kill him?"

"That's Grindelwald, you will change history—" Draco said, "Have you forgotten the rules of time travel? I don't want to go back and find society has changed."

"Then what?" Sewell said, eyes widening.

Draco squinted at him, and put on his usual mocking smile: "It's okay, just shut up and look at me from the side."

"What if we fight—"

"There won't be a fight," Draco said with a brisk glance at Sewell, "don't ask me why, it won't be—" Then he unplugged his earplugs and turned to Grindelwald. : "Another place? It's too windy here, it's not suitable for conversation."

Seeing that Draco expressed his willingness to talk, Grindelwald didn't show any surprised expression, he put his wand in his pocket carelessly, and then whistled.

A Hippogriff flew up with fluttering wings. Grindelwald reached out and touched his head, turned over and jumped onto its back, then lowered his head and said to the two people on the ground, "Can you all fly?"

"No—but it's okay." Sewell took Draco's hand and said, "I'll lead him along."

Grindelwald nodded, patted the hippogriff's neck, and pointed to the southwest. The hippogriff flapped its wings and flew in that direction.

Before Sewell took off, he glanced at the couple who were in love and had no sympathy for what happened above their heads from the crack of the cliff. Stink".

He grabbed Draco's hand tightly, kicked his feet on the ground and flew up, following behind Grindelwald.

Draco, who flew into the sky, saw the whole picture for the first time. He looked at the huge keel armor, his eyes sparkled: "I want to take them back."

"Don't be stupid——" Sewell smiled: "This is probably the bones of someone's ancestors or something."

Draco snorted softly, his eyes full of longing.

Sewell saw Draco's expression for the first time, and thought it was very funny. At this time, Grindelwald had landed on a small island in front of him, and he also lowered the flying altitude, and landed next to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald is still smiling, just looking at it like this doesn't look like a vicious generation of devil kings at all.

"Have you two introduced yourself yet?"

Draco straightened his clothes and stretched out his hand to Grindelwald: "Draco Malfoy, the other is my brother, Sewell."

Grindelwald shook his hand and said, "Gellert Grindelwald, you can call me Gellert."

Draco twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn't help a sneer: "My honor."

Although he didn't have a good impression of Gellert, he was rated as one of the top ten figures who influenced the modern magic world at any rate. It is indeed a lucky thing to be able to call him by his first name.

"We can tell you everything—" After greeting, Draco said straight to the point, ignoring Sewell's crazy expression: "But there are three conditions—first, after we finish speaking, you must Let me give you a 'forget it all'"

Grindelwald didn't even raise an eyebrow when he heard this daring request.

Draco glanced at him quickly with his indifferent gray eyes, and continued: "You know that time travel has rules - we can't change the established future. Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't agree...to tell the truth from here And there is still the ability to retreat.”

Grindelwald nodded lazily: "It can be seen-so you are staying here now because of the remaining two conditions?"

Draco hummed and said, "These two conditions are very simple. First, we still have three days before we can return to the original place. Before that, I will stay here and ask you some questions." He said briskly : "Some questions about life magic, to be honest, in my time, these materials are not easy to find."

"What do you want to know about these?"

"It's just curiosity." Draco said, staring at Grindelwald, who thought for a while, then nodded: "Yes," he said with a bad taste: "But you have to call me teacher .”

"Teacher." Draco called out without hesitation. To be honest, he didn't suffer at all from calling out. This is Grindelwald—a generation of Dark Demons, one of the most dangerous dark wizards in ancient and modern times.

"Is there another condition?" Grindelwald asked with folded arms.

"When we return to our own time, I hope that the saints can provide some small conveniences. We have just come to Russia, and our foundation is too shallow..."

"Russia?" Grindelwald blinked in surprise: "I thought you were in England."

"A little accident—"

Sewell was a little surprised in the back. Grindelwald was imprisoned in Nurmengard Prison as early as 1945. Can he still help?

Grindelwald also thought of this, he first said a little proudly: "I won?"

"Tell me first, do you agree?"

Grindelwald nodded: "If it's really a small help, of course it's no problem." He thought for a while and asked, "But what is a saint?"

"What people under your command call themselves—" Draco replied, rolling his eyes.

"Sounds good," Grindelwald touched his chin: "What about Russia? Shouldn't it be in Western Europe?"

"It's actually Eastern Europe," Draco said with a schadenfreude smile, "and you didn't win."

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow.

"In 1945, Gellert Grindelwald lost a duel to Albus Dumbledore and was imprisoned in Nurmengard Prison, from which you were not released until our time .”

Grindelwald's expression remained unchanged, as if what he heard was not his own ending. After a while, he asked gently: "Then... what about Albus?"

"...?" Draco suspected that he had heard it wrong, and Sewell gave Grindelwald a strange look—he knew that Grindelwald and Professor Dumbledore were lovers...but he felt that, according to common sense Said that the accident in Godric's Hollow was enough to break the two of them.

Grindelwald didn't answer, he stood in a daze for a while, then suddenly laughed, waved his wand, summoned a small round table, and some chairs, beckoned a few people to sit on it, and snapped his fingers again, three Cups of butterbeer appeared out of nowhere and landed in front of everyone.The first-generation Dark Lord sat on the chair in a very elegant posture, folded his hands on his lap, and said with a smile: "Let's talk slowly."

Sewell looked at the butterbeer that suddenly appeared in front of him, and asked, "Did you bring a house elf?"

Grindelwald turned his gaze to him and nodded.

"Then can he bring our butler here—" said Sewell; "he is a Muggle, and he is still blowing cold wind on the beach, I am a little worried."

"Peel—" Grindelwald yelled, and a house elf appeared in front of them with a snap. To Sewell's surprise, the elf was wearing clothes modified from a pillowcase. Although it was relatively old, it was very clean. ...

And it wasn't as excited as other house-elves, it just bowed deeply and said, "What's your order, master?"

"Take that Muggle on the beach...to the room inside." He thought for a while and added, "Don't hurt him, don't let him leave, or come and disturb us."

"Peel knows, and Peel won't hurt that man." The house-elf bent down deeply again, and said, "Peel will go now."

Sewell felt relieved when he heard this, he was not interested in the deal between the Dark Lord and the platinum nobles, and believed that Draco would not suffer, so he nestled comfortably on the chair, basking in the sun with his eyes closed.

Grindelwald thought his appearance was quite interesting, and turned to look at Draco: "Honestly... your brother doesn't look like a Malfoy."

"Adopted," Draco said briefly, breaking the subject: "Go on to business...what do you want to know?"

A few hours later, when the conversation between the two was over, Grindelwald took them to the tent (of course referring to the tent in the wizarding world, which has a large space and many rooms), and agreed to meet at dinner time, and let the two Take it easy.

After Grindelwald closed the door, Draco threw himself onto the bed in a disfigured manner, covered his eyes with his right hand, and uttered a painful voice: "Merlin..."

Sewell crawled beside him, put his head above him, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

"Grindelwald...and Dumbledore..." Draco felt that his three views were about to be destroyed: "I never thought they were in that kind of relationship...Merlin..."

"..." Sewell, who already knew the truth, could only remain silent.

Draco couldn't help snarling: "He wasn't even going to hide it—! He kept asking Albus—! Why should I know about that old lunatic!"

"Uh...maybe...true love is invincible?"

Draco immediately turned his head and stared at Sewell fiercely, as if the other party had said something heinous.

Sewell shrugged: "Accept the facts, at least Gellert is your teacher now... This is what many people dream of, and what are you worried about about his love story?"

"I——don't—worry——!" Draco roared again, but after a few seconds, he lay down on the bed and said: "I'm still doubting the duel in 1945 , Did Gellert take the initiative to lose to that old lunatic?"

Sewell laughed: "But first you have to change the name, I don't think Gellert will like you calling his old lover 'old lunatic'."

When Draco heard the word old lover, Draco's shoulders shook violently, as if the word was scarier than 'Voldemort', Dumbledore's gray beard, wrinkled face and age spots flashed in his mind , laughed mockingly: "It's really old..."

The time spent on this island was quite pleasant. Draco used all the time except for eating and sleeping to ask Gellert questions. That posture was more intimidating than Hermione, and Gellert was also surprisingly good at teaching. Teach, one big and one small take the time to study various issues together, and get along very harmoniously.

This made Sewell uncontrollably acidic, and one night, he mocked Draco, who was flipping through Grindelwald's notes, and said, "Since when did you become a nerd?"

Draco moved his eyes away from the notebook, glanced at him quickly, then turned his eyes back to the notebook, and said lightly: "You can't ask everyone to be as selfless as you are."

Sewell was stunned for a moment, feeling hurt, but he noticed that Draco spoke in a very calm tone, he didn't even draw a long tone as usual, calm as if he was stating an established fact Same……

This made him even have the courage to refute.

So what's the rebuttal... He really doesn't make progress... He has always been able to pass his homework, and he has the cheek to follow Durmstrang, but he hasn't learned the language well until now, and Draco always reminds him to be careful. study.

The only thing that is a little better than others is physical fitness, but this is not achieved by one's own hard work, but by luck.

Sewell dropped his head deeply, he was so guilty, he was too embarrassed to even look at Draco again.

His mood fell involuntarily, he wanted to fly outside to sort out his mood, but he didn't want Draco to see his depression - he chose not to work hard, what right did he have to feel depressed about it?

It's just that his brother told the truth, so he became depressed?Playing tantrums?

What could be more humiliating than this behavior?

Sewell made up his mind not to let Draco see that there was something wrong with him, he gave Draco a stupid smile, and said loudly and rudely: "Then you read carefully-at least I'm going to sleep It's gone!" Then he climbed onto the bed and buried himself in the quilt, even burying his head in the quilt, as if it would be better to suffocate himself to death.

At this time, Draco's eyes moved away from the notebook again, he looked at the bulging lump on the bed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that he didn't notice.

Sewell got up early the next day as usual.

He sat on the bed, looked at Draco's pale sleeping face for a while, then tiptoed out of bed and went out the door.

"Good morning." As soon as he opened the door, he saw Gellert. This generation of demon king was brushing his teeth at the moment, smiling at him with bubbles in his mouth, as a greeting.

Sevier sniffled and asked about an elderberry smell: "I like this toothbrush too..." he said.

Gellert smiled even more happily, pointed in the direction of the bathroom, and said vaguely: "Please."

After Sewell washed up, he went outside the tent, where there was a small protruding platform with a set of white tables and chairs, full of delicacies.

He was a little surprised to find that his butler Johnny was standing by the table, holding a jug of milk in his hand, and Grindelwald's house elf was glaring at each other angrily.

"A Muggle—!" Peel's sharp voice sounded, as if he had received a great insult: "A Muggle wants to compete with Peel for a job—!" He made a loud nasal sound, and spat on the ground : "Just a Muggle!"

Without even looking at him, Johnny held the jug of milk firmly in both hands, bowed to Sewell and said, "Good morning, Master Sewell, are you going to have breakfast?"

Peel immediately started banging his head on the ground, yelling, "Damn Muggle - took Peel's job - took Peel's chance to look after his honored guest -"

This scene has happened many times in the past few days. Sewell felt a little funny. He nodded and sat down at the table, picked up a slice of bread, spread jam on it, and said, "Your name is Peel? It's Gellert's family boy." Is it an elf?"

Peel stopped immediately, turned his head, and stared at Sewell with watery eyes the size of a tennis ball: "Yes, my name is Peel, and I am Master Gellert's house elf—personal!" He was very proud Added the following sentence.

Sewell remembered that Draco seemed to have said that Grindelwald was also a big family, but after Gellert's Dark Lord career failed, the whole family fell with it.

Grindelwald is not lonely now, and it is estimated that there will be many elves. Being able to become Gellert's personal elf is indeed something to be proud of for these alchemy creatures who take labor as their own responsibility.

Sewell spread the jam, cut a piece into his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, and said, "Johnny belongs to me and Draco... Well," he said after thinking for a while, "Personal , similar to the existence of a house-elf, he is only in charge of me and Draco."

Pierre stared at him blankly, and only after a long time did he let out a sigh.

"But he can't do magic—there's no way to use those storage functions." Sewell quickly finished what he wanted to say: "So can you help? We are leaving tomorrow, and he can't pack it all by himself everything."

"Of course—" Peel screamed, bowing deeply, "My pleasure."

Sewell saw all this with satisfaction, at this time he heard the sound of Draco opening the door, Draco also met Gellert at the door, the two greeted, Draco went to wash, Gellert Come to the dining table to eat.

Sewell was stunned for a while, he suddenly felt that he dared not see Draco, he was afraid that those blue-gray eyes would be full of disdain...

In fact, it's not just disdain... Sewell conceived in his mind a scene where Draco looked at him with indifferent, tolerant, and contemptuous eyes, no matter which one, Sewell found himself unable to accept it.

At this time, he heard that Draco seemed to have washed up and was walking this way. He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, and his heart became more and more panicked. Finally, he stood up abruptly, ignoring Geller With a playful look in his eyes, he put his right hand on the table, and the whole person shot straight into the sky like a giant falcon.

Draco walked lazily to the platform, and all he saw was Sewell's back, which was as small as a bean.

"Arguing?" Gellert asked.

Draco shrugged: "It's not... just a little bit to stimulate him."

Gellert decided to ignore the two brothers, lowered his head, took a sip of black tea, and said, "Are you going back today?"

"Well," Draco took out the timer, and now there was only a little sand left on it: "About eight o'clock in the evening—" He shifted his gaze to Gellert's face, with a half-smile Said: "Don't think about it, I won't forget 'forget everything'."

Gellert didn't seem to take this seriously at all, he spread his hands to signal you to be casual, and then continued to enjoy the black tea calmly.

Draco ate carelessly, hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "Did you deliberately lose to Dumbledore...Professor Dumbledore?"

Gellert laughed dumbfounded when he heard the words: "That will happen in the future, how do I know? Also, you should call me teacher."

"Teacher—" Draco called out slowly, "That's your decision...how could you not know?"

"Merlin...you ask me to fight Albus now, I will think about what I will do, not to mention, who knows what the situation will be like five years from now." He looked at Draco and said with a teasing smile: "However, why do you care so much about... this kind of thing?"

A blush flashed across Draco's pale face, and he silently closed his mouth.

At the same time, Sewell fell to the other end of the island.

He didn't want to go back and meet Draco... and he didn't want to fly aimlessly through the sky as usual to pass the time.

He wants to study, work hard, and work hard, and he doesn't want anyone to tell him that he doesn't want to make progress.

But he didn't have any textbooks in hand, and he didn't want to disturb the research atmosphere of Draco and Gellert... So he thought of the other two people on the island who had been ignored by them for a long time.

Or a dragon?

Sewell remembered that they spoke only Russian, and what could be better than learning a foreign language from a foreigner?So he flew to the small island of Longtou, ready to learn from those two people.

When he was flying in the sky, he saw the girl at a glance. The girl was carrying a big box and was climbing up the rugged mountain road. successful man.

"It's not a gentleman..." Sewell looked at the small figure struggling to drag the box up, and said to himself: "You let the girl do this kind of work by herself."

He compared Pansy and Daphne's daily life full of sex, shopping, and men, and couldn't help grinning: "As expected of a fighting race——"

He nimbly turned over in the air, and suddenly landed in front of the girl.

The girl only heard a loud bang, and something fell in front of her. As soon as she looked up, she saw a strange, blond boy smiling at him.

That smile is bright and beautiful.

However, this was the first human the girl had seen in this period of time, and she still appeared in front of her in such an astonishing way. She subconsciously took a step back, but forgot that she was on a steep and narrow mountain road. Stepping up, he stepped into the air and fell straight down, making a hoarse cry.

Seeing the girl fall, Sewell was also terrified. He didn't care too much, kicked his feet on the ground, and rushed out like an arrow from the string, hugged the girl who had fallen halfway, and took Watching her straight up the height.

The girl stopped screaming and looked at him in shock.

Sewell was a little embarrassed. After all, he was the one who scared people, so he took the initiative to ask in Russian with frowning feet: "My name is Seville, what's your name?"

"Milla." The girl replied.

"Good name." Sewell praised sincerely-it's so short, but it's easy to pronounce.

"Mira—" He was about to continue to say something, but suddenly Mira's eyes widened, and she yelled loudly at a very fast speed.

"Ah? What did you say?" Sewell asked blankly, "Can you speak slowly? My Russian is not good."

Hearing this sentence, Mira's expression was as if she had eaten a bug. She stretched out her arm and pointed behind Sewell, and shouted loudly: "Behind—!"

"I understand—" Sewell said cheerfully. Seeing Mira's pale face, he suddenly realized something was wrong: "What's going on behind?" He turned his head and looked over, and then his face instantly turned pale——

A huge dragon was just behind him at a distance of only ten meters, and it flew towards him angrily, waving its wide wings, its mouth was wide open, and it was full of sharp teeth.

When Long saw Sewell turned his head, he seemed to be even more angry. He closed his mouth and said, "Boom!" and sprayed a huge fireball at Seville.

Sewell felt the scorching heat, and desperately moved forward to speed up. Even so, he still felt that his back seemed to be scorched by fire.

"My hair——" he shouted sadly, but he didn't dare to slow down at all. Mira was talking quickly in his arms, and Sewell yelled with a sad face: "Speak slowly, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh— —!”

With a mouth behind him, there was another huge fireball.

Sewell was a little flustered. His Great Lightness Kungfu was limited by his strength, and he had used up half of it now. When the remaining half of his strength was also used up, he could only wait on the ground and fight the dragon hand-to-hand.

But that's a dragon——! !

Sewell didn't think he could beat it.

"Merlin—!" He roared angrily, hugged Mira tightly, and quickly turned around in the air: "Let me get rid of it——!"

This one-person brawl was so loud that Gellert and Draco, who had already returned to the room, left the room again.

Seeing Sewell fleeing frantically being chased by a dragon, Draco's expression changed, and he was about to go to help with his wand, but Gellert grabbed his hand: "What's the hurry?" Gellert was still the same The deputy Yan smiled at Yan Yan: "Look at how capable your brother is."

Draco ignored him, wanted to Apparate, and found that the surroundings were once again restricted, he turned his head suddenly, staring at Gellert with a very bad expression: "What do you want to do?"

"Nothing." Gellert said tepidly, pointing his wand steadily at Draco: "I just want to see."

Sewell had already thought of it at this moment, this dragon should be the man who was more handsome than himself before, probably because he saw his girlfriend being carried away by him, thinking that he was plotting something wrong...

So he changed the route, put the girl on the ground when passing a high ground, raised the altitude by himself, and flew to another place.

Long hesitated for a moment, only for a moment, and continued to chase Sewell.

Mira yelled loudly beside him that he lost his mind.

Sevier felt like crying right now, it was his last struggle just now, his vigor was completely exhausted, he couldn't continue to accelerate and fly forward, he was quickly overtaken by the dragon, and lost his mind The dragon waved its wings fiercely and slapped Sewell to the ground.

Although a damage reduction was prescribed in advance, the huge force still ruptured his internal organs. Sewell didn't dare to hesitate at all, and laughed drunkenly.

You will not be controlled or pushed away during the drunken laughter.

The dragon also rushed down.He waved his wings and patted him a few more times, only to find that the human was still in place and had not been slapped away... The dragon seemed a little surprised and stopped his movements.

Although he was not shot flying, the injury was actually hit on Sewell, and the pain made him miserable.

Where's Draco...

He suddenly remembered, he turned his head to the direction of the small island where several people lived, and vaguely saw Gellert behind Draco, pointing his wand at him, while Draco was facing himself It's like not knowing you have a magic wand on your back.

Seeing this scene, Sewell went mad——

How dare you touch my brother?

He was still on the verge of life and death, but his eyes were fixed on the distance where the two people were.

Anger makes the blood flow faster, makes the temperature of the body rise sharply, and makes the brain lose its reason. In the first second after the end of the laughing drunk maniac, even Sewell himself didn't realize that he had already let out a loud, deafening roar : "Gellert Grindelwald—!"