[HP] Dark Godfather

Geliot Grindelwald woke up from a coma, and he found himself in a magnificent room. How long has it been since he lived in a tidy room? Mr. Grindelwald can't remember, anyway, for him , living is nothing but waiting to die.

And this room gave him an illusion, as if he was back in 1939, the year when his brilliant career started, he was still the king in Grindelwald Castle, followed by a group of loyal believers.

Geliot sat up slowly, stretched out his hand to stroke the smooth and soft silk quilt, and was slightly dazed. After a while, the old wizard sighed and said calmly, "I thought house nightmares were extinct in Europe. They found it, young man?"

"Isn't your Nurmengard quite a good one? How could it become extinct?" Black walked in from the door, casually took a chair and sat by the bed, and he looked at Geliot Grindelwald seriously, "You But my idol, Mr. Grindelwald."

"I don't know what kind of thoughts my believers are still instilling in children, but obviously your elders have not taught you well, child, it is not a well-bred behavior to disturb the purity of an old man in his later years." Geliot frowned.

"My parents are not your believers, but I myself have firm beliefs, and I am trying to introduce my beliefs to you." Black bowed his head politely, "Please allow me to introduce my family, noble Black."

"Blake from England?" Geliott nodded. "It does have a long history and a pure bloodline. The ones in Germany have already declined."

"History is washed away by big waves, Your Majesty the great old devil king, time sieves always leave the essence, you are now in the new Black Castle, although it is very young, but compared to your self-made nondescript Nurmengard house nightmare, its The origin is obviously more pure." Blake shrugged and stood up, "Are you willing to stay in the cage you made, are you repenting, or are you escaping? Mr. Garriot Grindelwald, just when you caused wizards and Muggles After the World War?"

"You can think whatever you want, little guy, if you are seeking justice for the victims of the war, I will accept it." Grindelwald smiled and looked at Black, "But if you want to use my influence to do something Big deal, I'm sorry that I'm just a dying old man, I'm afraid I can't give you more help than advice." The old devil's smile turned into a wry smile.

"I do want to do great things..." Black turned to look at the old devil, "I am indeed interested in your advice, I am more interested in a war planner who caused the death of 300 million people, why is your The soul is pure?"

"Pure?" The old devil looked at Blake amusedly, "You think my soul is pure?" The old devil suddenly burst out laughing, almost to tears.

And Black just watched the old devil calmly, until the old man's laughter gradually became smaller and turned into silence.

"Yes, Garriott Grindelwald, although your sins are serious, your soul is still pure and untouchable to demons." Black's deep eyes were fixed on the old devil, and his voice seemed to come from hell.

"Can you tell me why this happened?" Black tilted his head curiously, and under Black's scrutiny, the old devil gradually stopped being contemptuous and funny.

He felt an uneasy power in this young man, this feeling appeared when Arianna died unexpectedly, when the war got out of control, when Dumbledore turned and walked away, that feeling It is a feeling of bad omen, a misfortune controlled by the eternal dark force originating from the opposite of all light forces, it is despair, helplessness, compromise of fate, and the temptation and call from hell.

"Blake, the son of the devil?" The old devil suddenly realized after thinking for a while, with an extremely complicated expression on his face, "So, you finally came to me and took me where I should go."

"No, hell can't accept you right now, Mr. Grindelwald, because your soul hasn't fallen to that point yet!" Black shook his head, "If you take the initiative to walk out of Nurmengard, it's still possible, but you were I tied it up, and I don't think you'd want to get out of there until you died."

"Hehe, I didn't expect that even hell wouldn't accept me!" The old devil smiled self-deprecatingly.

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't, Mr. Grindelwald, sometimes confession really works." Black said with a complicated expression, "Some people have been confessing all their lives, but they still can't get rid of their status as citizens of hell; some people have been doing evil all their lives, But being accepted by the forces of light because of the final confession, you have to say, we mortals will never know what the gods are thinking about.”

"That's because the gods also came from mortals. My child, all free will in the world has the possibility to evolve into gods. No one can truly understand themselves, let alone others. Only when we control ourselves can we understand. The rules of this world." The old devil said with a sigh.

"Is this your advice?" Black thought for a while, "I will consider it. But now, can you provide a help to a confused Black within your ability?"

"If you need more advice." The old devil said with a smile.

Black shook his head, put his chin on his hands, raised his eyes to look at the old devil, then lowered his head as if thinking about something, then raised his head to look at Grindelwald after a while, then lowered his head to think, pacing back and forth, as if thinking question is rather puzzling.

Grindelwald watched Blake walking back and forth patiently, the smile on his mouth became brighter and brighter.

"May I ask, don't you hold any resentment at all?" Black stopped and asked curiously.

"Who do you hate? The victims of the war, or the beneficiaries of the war?"

"The man who ended the war, your closest friend Albus Dumbledore, don't you hold a grudge?"

"Hehe, someone's gotta end the war, boy, and I'm glad it was my friends and not my enemies who gave me a ride at the end, because I can at least do one good thing for my friends."

Black nodded, "I understand. Under the circumstances, there were not many opportunities to choose your own end. You trusted Dumbledore, and he obviously used your trust effectively."

"Albus is very talented, but fate has given him too few opportunities. If my resignation can bring out his brilliance, then I will get what I want." The old devil smiled. "I used to encourage him to give up something, and I forced him to fulfill his dream with me, but fate made a big joke. After that happened, he was entangled in guilt and regret, and he let some mundane trivial things get in his way , a lion locked in a cage can't do anything, his ambition can't stand the consumption of time, not to mention he should be the lion king. I can force him to fight me, force him to be in front of the public, I have done it He gave his best, and if he passes up this opportunity, he will turn his back on our dream."

"So you are willing to become Dumbledore's stepping stone to the Lion King's throne. I have to admire your courage. What about your ambition? Mr. Grindelwald!" Black sat down, propped his chin, and looked curious Baby's expression.

"His dream is mine, as long as he is still there, my dream is still there." Grindelwald said softly.

"What if he dies?" Blake said suddenly. "What if your dreams are gone?"

Grindelwald raised his eyes and glanced at Black, his eyes were calm and his tone was flat, "History is always driven by people with dreams, some are forward, and some are backward. No matter what, there is no shortage of dreamers. Young people, Sometimes, the demise of the body does not mean the annihilation of the dream, the dream is precious because it guides human beings to pursue and realize it."

"I understand the reason for the purity of your soul, Mr. Grindelwald!" Black nodded and blinked, "Thank you for teaching me a lesson. Next, let's talk about the contract." Black showed a Mischievous smile, "Devil's contract."

"Is there anything else I need to exchange with the devil?" Grindelwald spread his hands, expressing his confusion.

"Albus Dumbledore's fate was full of twists and turns. Mr. Grindelwald, like the famous saying in the East, God will send a great mission to the people, and he will give you a lot of setbacks, but there is also a famous saying in the East, die before you go out. "Black said lightly, "I admire the sacrifices you have made to realize your dreams, whether it is to find the Deathly Hallows that lead to the gods, or to wage wars to promote the progress of all mankind, no matter how your methods are incomparable to the world, but It cannot be denied that your starting point is not selfish, and you have indeed been carrying out the purpose of 'for the higher good' from beginning to end, so you all have strong and clean souls, which are loved by demons."

Black shrugged, "But I think that any clean thing is tempting people to pollute her. Nothing is irreplaceable. The key depends on whether you can find a suitable equivalent, just like you, Mr. Grindelwald, no Si Dumbledore is your equivalent."

Geliot Grindelwald's eyes remained calm.

"I'm not threatening you with Dumbledore's life, Mr. Grindelwald, but I'm telling you clearly about his future fate. Even without the intervention of demons, Albus Dumbledore will pay a price you absolutely think is worthless." Death, it will be the end of your dream and his dream, and his death is not very honorable, I personally think that it is more valuable to keep him alive than dead, I wonder if you think the same?" Black sat in Grindelwald On the windowsill in front, the expression is hidden behind the sunlight.

Grindelwald was touched, he pursed his lips, "Albus and I are fully aware of death."

"Mr. Grindelwald, enlightenment is a helpless compromise with fate, a lament of self-deception when life is unwilling to fall, and the last sigh of a man whose ambition is unfulfilled. Your life is over, and Dumbledore's chance is also gone." There are not many more, and the last choice that can change his fate is in your hands."

Garriott Grindelwald lowered his head, his pale hair drooping limply on his forehead, covering his expression.

Blake waited patiently.

"Albus will never compromise with the devil, Blake, his pride makes him choose death to stick to his beliefs, he is a martyr of light." After a long silence, the old devil's voice was dry.

Blake laughed. "But you do, don't you?"

Geliot Grindelwald made no rebuttal.