Chapter 185 Grindelwald

Of course Vader would not refuse, and he took Dumbledore's hand.

The old Fox suddenly let out a clear cry.

Wade heard the ticking sound of the pointer and the sound of the pages turning. The surrounding scenery suddenly became illusory, changing rapidly like a kaleidoscope.

It's like apparating, but there's no uncomfortable feeling like being compressed into a tube.

Suddenly, Wade's body swayed, and the surrounding scenery stabilized.

They appeared in a strange building. The thick stone walls were covered with scratches, and there were torches on the walls, burning loudly.

This place was very cold, and although Wade couldn't feel it, he saw that the people coming and going were all wearing thick fur coats, and white air was puffing out of their noses when they breathed.

It's just that their faces are still blurry, like the kind of surveillance video with poor clarity.

"What kind of magic is this, Professor?" Vader asked.

"A kind of... well, a more complicated application of memory magic." Dumbledore said.

"So... they all come from someone's memory?" Vader looked at the people around him.

"Literally, I was witnessing someone's memories and then recreating them in this dramatic way."

Dumbledore said: "Although I can also use the pensieve to bring you into that real memory, but that would be too long."

There is always a lot of redundant information and boring conversations in the memory fragments. Even if it was a small piece of memory that lasted a few minutes, it would eventually become too long. He guessed that Vader probably didn't want to spend too much time on it.

What Dumbledore wanted to show him was not those things.

While talking, the two followed the professors and students in red robes in front of them, along the dark stone corridor, turning corners one after another, going down stairs one after another, and finally stopped in front of a wooden door.

The door is also engraved with patterns of circles, triangles and vertical lines, which are the symbols of the Deathly Hallows.

At first, a stern-faced wizard pointed with his wand, and the wooden door exploded with a bang, and everyone rushed in.

In the room, there was a handsome blond boy with pale skin and blue eyes like clear gems.

Among the many people whose faces were blurry, he was the only one whose appearance was very clear, as if he was not on the same layer as the others.

He was facing away from the door, waving his wand lightly as if dancing. Hearing the noise, he looked back in surprise, then frowned.

In front of the boy, and on the shelves in the room, bottles and jars of various sizes were displayed everywhere. At first glance, they looked a bit like Snape's Potions classroom.

But if you look closely, you will see that some of the jars contain twisted shapes, and some are filled with howling black smoke. Just looking at them makes people feel sick and ominous.

And in a book open on the table, there are strange pictures, and the people in the pictures are being brutally tortured.

"Gellert Grindelwald!" The person who broke in called the man's name coldly: "Someone reported that you secretly conducted evil experiments in school. I originally thought this was a slander against you, but I didn't expect it. it is true!"

The blond boy Grindelwald glanced at a certain student in the crowd with a half-smile. The student lowered his head in fear and hid behind the professor.

The boy was roughly dragged out, and someone else said: "Wait! You will definitely be expelled this time! Even in our school, your behavior is absolutely not allowed!"

"Oh, is that so?"

The young man sneered, and when the person wanted to take away his wand, he took action boldly, and the light of the spell exploded, knocking the person away.

Blood splattered everywhere, no one knew who screamed, and several people fought fiercely. Some people fled in a hurry, as if they were going to bring in reinforcements.

Blue flames burst into flames, a student rolled on the ground, and the blond boy flew backwards, knocking over a shelf beside the wall. Bottles and cans hit the ground and broke.

The young man raised his head, and red blood flowed down the corners of his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Even so, he looked shockingly handsome.

This person has a very striking beauty, regardless of gender.

The young man suddenly raised his head, and a red beam of light shot out, hitting the person in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, Vader felt that his perspective also changed, as if he himself had been knocked away.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding scenery changed immediately.

The blond boy with bruises on his face carried the box and looked back at the majestic and cold school. The castle of Durmstrang is like a sharp sword, stuck on the top of the black mountain.

The young man suddenly turned around, carved a symbol on the wall, and then strode away without hesitation.

After Vader and Dumbledore followed him for a while, they seemed to have crossed an endless distance and arrived at a new place.

This is a valley with bright sunshine and lovely green grass. Two teenagers are taking a walk.

"...and then I got fired!"

After the young Grindelwald finished telling his story, he shrugged and said in a defiant and disdainful tone: "Stupid school! I originally thought Durmstrang would be more enlightened than other schools, but it turned out to be a group of timid guys. "

Next to him is a teenage red-haired boy. His facial features are not so clear, but you can still tell that he is an equally handsome boy with blue eyes as bright as stars.

Wade looked up at Dumbledore beside him. The old headmaster's half-moon glasses reflected the light, and it was hard to see his expression.

Wade did not try to pry into the inner scars of a hundred-year-old man. He turned his head and continued to look at the two people.

The red-haired boy smiled and listened to the person next to him, his eyes seemed very focused.

Grindelwald was expressing his opinion: "We wizards are people with abilities, why should we hide like rats in the gutter? The Statute of Secrecy is simply the most ridiculous law!"

"It makes us wizards feel like we are stealing even when we use our abilities, and we live in fear all day long. Albus, your sister was hurt by Muggles, what's wrong with your father avenging his daughter? But he was thrown into prison by those idiots without any distinction between right and wrong!"

"We should strive for a position of dominance! Wizards should rule Muggles, rule the world! Instead of being forced to have almost no place to live by the increasing number of Muggles! If necessary, we can of course use force, which is the power given to us by God..."

The red-haired boy's smile disappeared unconsciously, he pursed his lips and nodded slightly, as if he agreed very much.