This Hogwarts isn't normal.

There is a dense jungle in western Austria. It seems deserted, but there are many wizards hidden in the dark.

Their only mission is to prohibit any living creatures from approaching.

Because in the mountains on the other side of the jungle, there is a cold and dark fortress.

It has been a nightmare for European wizards since more than half a century ago.

But tonight, the fort has a special guest.

He appeared outside the range of the anti-Apparition magic, and the anti-invasion spells in the jungle had no response to him. Even the wizards guarding him did not notice his arrival.

At 8:20 pm, Vincent stopped in front of Neumengard Castle.

He tapped the heavy door gently with his cane, and the door automatically opened in front of him the next second.

The environment inside was exactly the same as in the memory, the annoying musty smell had completely disappeared, and the air was much fresher.

He climbed the decaying steps to the top floor, and his eyes were fixed on the room at the end of the corridor that was lit by soft candlelight.

Vincent walked over slowly, and the sconces on the wall lit up one by one.

It was a splendid room with a very large space inside. There were more than a dozen ebony bookcases placed there, and it didn't look decayed or dilapidated at all from the outside.

"Here?" Grindelwald, who was sitting on the sofa by the window, closed the book in his hand and raised his hand to motion for him to come in and sit down.

After six years - probably two years of not seeing each other, the Dark Lord who once almost conquered the world is still full of momentum, completely opposite to the bad old man with almost all his teeth in the outside world's impression.

Vincent sat on the sofa opposite him, leaning his stick casually on the table, "Teacher, did you foresee that I would come tonight?"

Grindelwald snapped his fingers in the air, and two steaming cups of black tea suddenly appeared on the table.

"That's right." He glanced at the cane leaning on the table. "I saw you walking in here with a cane, but I didn't expect you to actually build this thing."

The amplification ability is comparable to that of the Elder Wand, and it can even cast two spells at the same time.

Vincent picked up the cane and restored it to the shape of a double snake cane. "Teacher, you must not have foreseen this scene."

The flowing mithril slowly covered the double snake staff, and its shape also changed into a long-barreled pistol.

Grindelwald didn't look too surprised, "Being able to cast spells without chanting spells or casting gestures is indeed the direction of wizard development."

"Uh..." Vincent quickly put down his long-barreled pistol.

Grindelwald smiled and picked up the tea cup, "Tell me, you won't come to visit me, an old man, out of boredom."

Vincent suddenly had the illusion of being seen through.

After all, your teacher is still your teacher. Don’t be complacent with just a few achievements.

Especially in front of such a big shot.

Vincent held the teacup in both hands, "Teacher, our divination professor has a new prophecy."

"About you?"

"Yes." He picked up the tea cup and took a sip of black tea.

"She said I would show the power of terror, then she said I would bring lasting darkness and fear, and finally she said I would completely shatter all rules and order."

The smile on Grindelwald's lips became even wider, "It's pretty good, just like the future I originally predicted."

Vincent put down his teacup with a worried look on his face, "Then did you predict what would happen to my relatives and friends?"

Grindelwald shook his head slightly, "What I foresaw was a scene. If you want to know, I can tell you now."

Foreknowledge is different from prophecy. Foreknowledge can be changed, but prophecy cannot.

"No." Vincent laughed to himself, "I don't want the future to get worse."

It would definitely not be a good sight to have this big boss take a fancy to him.

Grindelwald looked a little surprised, "Albus said some time ago that you have grown a lot, and it seems to be true."

You have to fight with old boss Deng every day in a battle of wits and courage, so you can't be more cautious.

These bosses are not only very powerful, but also very good at calculating people's hearts. If they are not careful, they may be tricked at any time.

Even if it's not life-threatening.

Holding the teacup, Grindelwald took a sip of black tea gracefully, "You're worried about your relatives and friends, aren't you?"

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, this damn prophecy will come sooner or later. It has to come when I plan to enjoy campus life..."

Grindelwald listened patiently to his complaints.

There are gains and losses, and life is full of helplessness.

"Our divination professor also predicted that Voldemort will be resurrected. Unless he bluffs into the British Ministry of Magic, those rigid-minded politicians will definitely not announce this news to the public..."

Interestingly, the Dark Lord who was defeated by the baby is coming back.

Vincent, who was thirsty after talking, drank the black tea in the cup in one gulp. As soon as he put the empty cup on the table, the black tea inside was automatically filled again.

He drank another cup of black tea and said, "Teacher, what do you think I should do?"

Grindelwald held the sofa with one hand and leaned over, his eyes extremely focused and serious.

"You are becoming more and more like Albus now. You are restrained in doing anything."

Vincent smiled bitterly, "I don't have as powerful a power as you."

Grindelwald's heterochromatic eyes stared straight into his blue eyes, "You underestimate your own power."

His own magical attainments are not low, and he holds artifacts such as the Double Snake Staff, as well as endless alchemy tools, and is not even affected by the side effects of black magic.

As long as Vincent dares, occupying the Ministry of Magic by force is not a problem at all.

But like Dumbledore, he has too many things to worry about.

Grindelwald stopped staring at his eyes and sat back in a very nonchalant manner.

"If you really care about your relatives and friends, you should eliminate all threats to you as soon as possible."

Vincent's pupils trembled, and a crazy idea flashed through his mind.

If rules and order are restraining yourself, then smash them completely.

What about the Ministry of Magic?

What about the International Confederation of Wizards?

"Teacher, I understand."

Grindelwald waved at him, "Go, I have nothing to teach you."

Vincent stared at him in a daze.

"What you lack now is not time, but determination."

Grindelwald leaned lazily on the sofa, "I am looking forward to what will happen next."

The Dark Lord who once intimidated the global magic world is now in a state like a fun person.

Vincent took a deep breath, "It will be exciting."

Grindelwald had a faint smile on his face, quietly watching him get up and leave the study.

After watching his apprentice leave, he should return to the image of an old man with almost no teeth.

The magnificent walls began to peel off bit by bit, revealing the decay and dilapidation after years of baptism.

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