Chapter 411 Grindelwald

Chapter 411 Grindelwald
7 month 18 day.

Just yesterday at midnight, Dobby showed up in his dorm.

"Young master, Dobby received an urgent message from an old woman named Vida Rochir who wants to see you. She said she is your great aunt and you must meet her." Dobby said respectfully.

"Oh, it's her?" Xie Lin frowned slightly, wondering in his heart what did she want me to do, and then he felt relieved. With his current strength, he could go anywhere. Anyway, he would know all the answers when he saw her. There was no need to sacrifice his sleep time in the middle of the night to make unnecessary speculations.

Xie Lin stopped thinking about it and asked directly: "Where to meet her?"

"Although the Rosier family exists in name only, the ancestral home has not been taken back by the Ministry of Magic and is still under the name of the Rosier family. It is currently occupied by Ms. Rosier." Dobby answered clearly, as if he had practiced this sentence many times in his mind. Then he handed over a folded note. "Written on it is the code to open the door. Dobby has never opened the note to read it."

"Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Dobby. You have to make this trip in the middle of the night. Would you like some snacks or something?" Sherin said gently. This was something Sherin and Dobby often did when they were children - hiding together to share snacks. Most of the time, when Sherin was punished by his parents and put in solitary confinement, Dobby would secretly bring snacks to Sherin.

"No need, little master, this is what Dobby should do." A hint of hesitation flashed in Dobby's eyes, and then he shook his head vigorously and said.

Little master, thank you, but you are no longer a child, and you are no longer the little master you used to be. What Dobby can do now is to devote his life to your ideals and your great cause.

"By the way, young master, since you are here, I would like to report to you that Mr. Runcorn has become the prosecutor as he wished, and has now begun to gather people and form his interrogation team. However, the matters of Mr. Carlo and Mr. Blackie still need a little more time to proceed. Director Amelia asked me to inform you, and I hope you can understand."

Xie Ling nodded, not at all surprised by the result.

The position of Runcorn itself was a brand new department and title, and it was under the Law Enforcement Division headed by Amelia, so it was very easy to operate.

Schelling's plan for Mr. Carrow and Mr. Blackie is to place them as the Head of the First Division of the Department for Control of Magical Creatures and the Head of the First Division of the Psychical Division respectively. These positions are not within Amelia's power, and the competition they face from other forces is also more intense.

But Schelling has confidence in Amelia. He believes that as long as there is enough time, Amelia will be able to complete this task. Moreover, he has people in the Department for Control of Magical Creatures. The two directors of the Beast Division and the Alien Division are both people that Schelling can trust.

After Dobby left, Sherin lost his mood to sleep and continued reading until dawn.

……

Rosier's ancestral home is hidden deep in a dense forest. The towering stone walls are covered with dark green moss, and the iron gate is inlaid with an ancient family emblem - a black rose and a cold dagger intertwined.

Under the cover of night, the entire manor looked gloomy and majestic, like a forbidden place isolated from the world.

Arriving at the gate, Xie Ling read out the code on the note, and the gate opened with a low creaky sound.

Xie Lin walked along the path covered with fallen leaves and headed for the front door of his ancestral home. The two demon stone statues at the door looked as if they had substance, coldly watching his every step. Vida Rosier had been waiting for a long time. She stood under the porch, wearing a dark black robe, her white hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

"Xie Lin," she smiled slightly, with a hint of meaningful tenderness in her voice, "You are here as I thought."

Xie Lin glanced at her, his eyes were calm and alert: "Since Aunt Wei Da invited me personally, I certainly can't neglect it. I hope you won't disappoint me."

Vida curled her lips and made a "come in" gesture: "Of course not. I promise that this meeting will be more meaningful than you expected."

As soon as the two of them stepped into a spacious reception room, Xie Ling's eyes were immediately attracted by the figure in the center of the room. It was a tall and thin man, wearing a black robe, standing by the stove with his back to them. His short silver-white hair shone with a cold luster, and his figure was shrouded in an atmosphere of firelight and shadows. He slowly turned around, revealing a deep and sharp face, with an incredible enthusiasm and a calmness that saw through everything in his eyes.

Although it was the first time they met, Xie Ling recognized him at first sight.

Who else can possess the temperament of madness, dominance and depth at the same time?
Gellert Grindelwald.

Shaylin's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. He took a step forward, nodded slightly, and said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, "Nice to meet you, Grindelwald. I am Shaylin Malfoy from the Malfoy family. It is an honor to meet you, a legendary figure."

"Are you Shailene Malfoy, the most popular figure in Great Britain in recent years? You are indeed very young." Grindelwald's gray eyes flashed with a strange light, and he looked at Shailene very intently.

Schelling knew that Grindelwald was actually a prophet who had complete control over his abilities. His behavior at this moment was probably using his divination talent to check Schelling's future.

Schelling had a half-smile on his face. Grindelwald was just doing useless work. After taking Schelling's potion, Professor Trelawney's divination skills were no less than anyone else's, but he still couldn't see Schelling's fate.

Sure enough, Grindelwald's face was slightly moved, and he whispered: "How could it be? You don't have a destiny line? There is such a miracle in this world?"

Xie Ling smiled and said calmly: "There are many things in this world that you cannot imagine. Even divination is not omnipotent." Xie Ling continued: "You sneaked all the way from Austria to Great Britain, and specially came to me through Aunt Vida. You didn't come here to tell fortunes for me, did you?"

The dim light cast their shadows on the ancient carpet, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the slight crackling of the wood in the stove could be heard. There was a faint sense of oppression in the air, as if the entire space was carrying a historical gamble.

Grindelwald's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He stared at Xie Ling steadily and said in a low and powerful tone: "The Philosopher's Stone. This is the only reason why I came to you today. I need it to restore my strength to its peak."

It turned out to be the case.

Grindelwald was imprisoned in Nurmengard for nearly 50 years, and inevitably faced the aging of his body and the decline of his magic. Although he escaped, except for his talent for divination, he was no different from other ordinary wizards. He was no longer the powerful Dark Lord.

Schelling knew very well that everything Grindelwald had experienced was irreversible, which was also Dumbledore's original intention for imprisoning him, because compared to killing him, making him lose his magic was the most painful punishment.

But he overlooked one point, or rather he deliberately ignored it - magic has rules, but there are always exceptions in the world.

The Philosopher's Stone is the thing that can create exceptions.

What a coincidence, Xie Ling had one in his hand.

No, this is not a coincidence. You have to know that Grindelwald is a prophet. He may have planned all this before escaping from prison - escaping from prison, sneaking into Great Britain, meeting with Vida, and finally finding himself.

He knew that there was something in Great Britain that could restore his magic power. He knew that this thing was the Philosopher's Stone in Sherin's hands. He also knew that Aunt Vida could help him.

Schelling could only say that at the level of strategic planning, the ability of a prophet was truly terrifying.

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