HP Wendy's crossing running account

In December, flakes of snow drifted in through the transom at the top of the cell.The migratory birds that originally nested under the window sill had already flown to the warm south, leaving only an empty nest covered with snow.

The sky light coming in from the small window was very bright, whitish, as if there was a radiant heaven on the top of the tower blocked by black stones.

"Mr. Grindelwald, the person you want to see has been brought."

The girl in the black wizard robe took a step forward cautiously.She took off her pointed wizard hat, revealing a head of smooth blond hair. The top third of her hair was tied with a pink bow, and the rest was loose and loose, in a simple and elegant hairstyle.

Nurmengard relies on magic to operate, there are almost no jailers, and the only staff are so cold and humble, they retreat after they are brought.

Lonely silence fills the ample space on the top floor, which is spotless from the walls to the ground.

Wendy shuddered.

Through the iron bars, she could see the once powerful Dark Lord, sitting peacefully in the shadow under the transom.Different from the ordinary face she saw a few years ago, the person in front of her was more handsome and mature.

"You can come closer to me," he spread out his empty hands, showing that there was no wand in them, "I won't hurt you."

Wendy took small steps to the iron fence, she was illuminated from head to toe by the light from the window. "You look fine," Wendy said.

Grindelwald's beard was clean-shaven, and his clothes were very warm. Apart from being a little depressed, there was no trace of a tiger falling into the sun.

He let out a sneer from his nose: "There are always people who make it easier for me. I have not ruled Europe for so many years. So they can only lock me up, waiting for the saints to die, or waiting for my ideas to be forgotten by time. "There was an uncontainable hostility in his words, but when he spoke to Wendy again, he regained his composure.

"Say hi. Long time no see, Katie, you hit me hard."

"Long time no see, Greg."

Grindelwald laughed lowly when he heard the words: "No wonder they call you the Angel of Wisdom in England. I don't think the Polyjuice Potion has fooled you since the beginning."

"Probably because you are so dazzling that you can't hide it with any appearance."

"I'll take your compliments - you're taking the Ultimate Wizarding Level exams this year."

Wendy lightly tapped the iron railing with her fingers, it was so cold that she quickly put her hands back into her warm pockets. "Yes."

"What are your plans after graduation?"

"Travel around the world." Like an obedient elementary school student, Wendy answered every question frankly, "Find a cure for my disease."

Grindelwald's eyes fell on Wendy's pale face. "Oh." He said softly, "Then I hope you can get what you want."

"Thank you."

After a "thank you", he fell into a cold spot.The camps are opposed, and Wendy's "Iron Nematode" series played an extremely important role in accelerating the collapse of the saints.To be honest, it's amazing how friendly they can talk so far.

"I've been reading some interesting newspapers recently," Grindelwald pointed to the pages on the table to break the silence, "Your little factory is very interesting. That's why I came to you today."

"I'm not in charge of cooperation and external affairs." The little witch said.Grindelwald's pace of conversation made her uneasy.

"What kind of cooperation am I talking about in this state? I'm just talking about my feelings. The future of wizards has to go to the Muggle world. You agree with this, right? It's just that your methods are more hidden than the saints. There are also establishment systems, assembly lines, Industrialization, working with the Muggle government..."

"You don't understand why you failed."

Grindelwald shrugged: "It hits the nail on the head, doesn't it? This is indeed the biggest problem. My character may not be very good, but I think my concept is advanced-the secrecy law is the most stupid in the past thousands of years decree."

"And yet people are against you."

Grindelwald's charming eyes became deep and serious, and he stared at Wendy: "You can't guarantee that people won't oppose you like they oppose me. Those stupid believers in secrecy laws, stubborn conservatives."

"We never thought of challenging the secrecy law." Wendy realized that she had been tricked by Grindelwald after finishing this sentence, and following this rhythm, it became "The Wisdom Tree is in deep crisis and needs the help of like-minded saints." "Are.It's tiring talking to these old cunning guys, why isn't Dumbledore or Tom here?

Wendy closed her eyes and sighed heavily, I'm just a technician.

"I don't know why other people are against you, but I can talk about why I am against you." She didn't want to give Grindelwald another chance to fool herself, and continued in a row.

"Development, technological progress, institutionalization, industrialization...these are all things I like, but not everyone likes them. People have the right to choose how they want to live their lives, even if they are not smart, rich, or enlightened, and those in power Nor can they blatantly trample on their happiness."

"You are too idealistic," Grindelwald said. "Every innovation is to step on the bones of the old interest groups. I don't think there is anything wrong with sacrificing those already decayed classes. It's just that I failed. "

Wendy spread her hands: "Look, I'm not a politician. I don't have a well-formed political idea. I only have the simplest values."

"Ha." The rogue attitude of the little witch dissipated the arguing spirit in Grindelwald's chest.

"As for how our little factory will go on, it will be decided by our comrades with the best political literacy. It is not my decision. All I can do is trust them."

Grindelwald lowered his head halfway, wondering what he was thinking.

After hesitating for a long time, Wendy took out a small urn from her bag and stuffed it into the cell through a gap in the iron railing. "A friend of mine before I came here asked me to pass it on."

The Dark Lord's eyeballs moved, his eyesight was excellent, and he could clearly see the letters on the urn: Finn Cook. "It's a pity for that child." He said hoarsely.

"There is one more sentence to convey: 'Your system makes him happy, so he must also want to be with you.'" Wendy turned and walked out after finishing this sentence.

Grindelwald's voice came faintly from behind: "I may be right, I may be wrong, time will prove everything."

Wendy didn't look back, and went straight to the snow outside Nurmengard.The snow became bigger and fell like goose feathers, swirling one after another.She suddenly remembered that ordinary face sitting in the bustling Diagon Alley in the summer many years ago. "Little wizards are treasures," he said, smiling brighter than the afternoon sun.

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