Chapter 1137 I am not Grindelwald's heir
Apart from immortality, Voldemort's greatest interest in his life was collecting the relics of the four founders of Hogwarts. The ambition for pure-blood hegemony and domination was just a side effect.
The Staff of the Twin Snakes originally belonged to the Gaunt family. If it had not been stolen by Isolt Thrall, the Muggle-friendly traitor, the Gaunt family would never have fallen into its current state.
The stick Vincent held at the hearing was undoubtedly a caduceus, but I don't know why it was different from the records of the Gaunt family.
But none of this matters. What matters is that the caduceus has enough power to defeat Dumbledore.
That little Mudblood is a thief. He is not a Parseltongue and cannot exert the true power of the Caduceus.
Voldemort wishfully believed that the caduceus was stolen by Vincent, but it was normal to have such an idea, after all, no one knew that the caduceus was actually a product of alchemy.
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France, Normandy, Rouen, Les Andrés.
The White Castle, located on the banks of the Seine, was built by Richard the Lionheart at the end of the 12th century, mainly for the defense of Rouen.
During the Hundred Years' War between England and France, the castle was controlled alternately by England and France, and was finally demolished by Henry IV in the late 16th century.
Currently, only the ruins of the castle remain, with the base of the outer wall still visible and some areas covered with moss.
But deep down the gravel path, invisible to Muggles, lies a white manor.
The manor is not very large and there is a large area of roses planted outside.
Every morning, a beautiful lady who looks to be around 30 years old would walk out of the estate, pick petals and make rose water.
She was a little different today than usual. She hadn't slept all night and lay elegantly on the sofa in the room, drinking red wine all night. There were more than a dozen wine bottles lying all over the expensive velvet carpet.
She seemed drunk, but also not.
When the first rays of morning sunlight tried to shine into the room, it seemed to be blocked by something invisible.
"Mom and Dad, see you later." A black shadow appeared out of nowhere above the manor and fell down, landing right in front of the gate of the manor.
Miraculously, he was not injured and didn't even lift a rose petal.
"Rosier..." His azure eyes turned to the rose emblem on the gate.
Rosier means rose in French, and this white manor is the ancestral home of the Rosier family.
The person who appeared out of nowhere above the manor was none other than Vincent, who jumped out of the cockpit of the Voice of Night.
Now that I have decided to settle in France temporarily, it is necessary for me to come and visit.
But this place is a little different from what he imagined. Vincent originally thought that even if there was no surveillance by the French Ministry of Magic, there would be many spells set up around. In fact, there was no trace of other wizards within a three-kilometer radius.
Just as he was feeling strange, the door with the rose emblem carved on it opened.
The interior decoration of the manor is full of the unique romance and classical charm of the Middle Ages, with cream-colored walls, hand-painted murals, red velvet carpets, and luxurious ceiling reliefs like a palace.
There was no one in the main hall, and Vincent was not in a hurry. He sat on the comfortable fabric sofa and waited patiently.
After a while, light footsteps were heard from the second floor.
The beautiful lady, who looked to be about 30 years old, was wearing a red silk nightgown with a long black coat on the outside.
Compared to Mrs. Zabini's deadly beauty, she looks very beautiful with her hair in a bun, very elegant and classic at first glance.
But if you look closely, you'll find that she seems indifferent to everything.
Vincent politely stood up from the couch, "Good morning, Ms. Vida Rozier."
Vader's emotions did not fluctuate at all, and his tone was particularly calm, "We finally meet, Grindelwald's heir."
Vincent frowned slightly, a little dissatisfied with her address, "Ms. Rosier, I have to make it clear in advance that I am not Grindelwald's heir."
Vida's expression did not change. She sat elegantly on another fabric sofa opposite her. "If you say it is not true, then it is not true. The ideology of the Wushu Party is indeed not suitable for today's era."
Vincent also sat down, "Ms. Rozier, I think you already know my story."
Vader nodded slightly.
"I will settle in France for the time being, and I will go to Germany as soon as I settle down."
"Oh?" Vida raised his eyes slightly. "You said you are not Grindelwald's successor, but you are targeting his followers. How interesting."
Vincent ignored the mockery in her eyes and said, "Half a century has passed. We can't just let them wait in vain."
The corners of Vida's mouth slightly raised, "You are indeed not his heir. He will definitely use them without hesitation and squeeze out all their value."
Vincent leaned back on the sofa and said, "Times have changed. No one will talk to you about ideals now."
There was a subtle change in Vida's eyes. It was a very light sadness that was imperceptible unless you looked carefully.
She waved her hand gently and summoned a set of elegant antique tea sets. "Is it ideal..."
Vincent was keenly aware of the desolation on her face.
Grindelwald used "for the greater good" as his slogan and held high the idealistic banner of breaking the old and establishing the new, social reform, and saving the wizarding world.
He attempted to create a utopia for wizards, which was one of the reasons for his failure.
Vida made a pot of rose tea, after which the loneliness and sadness on her face disappeared completely.
She gently placed the cup in front of Vincent, "You are the second person to drink the tea I made."
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Vincent sniffed the strong floral scent of the tea.
The first person can only be Grindelwald. I didn’t expect her to be quite... loyal?
He took a sip of the rose tea, and the sweetness after the bitterness lasted only for a moment.
"Ms. Rosier, I want wizards and muggles to coexist peacefully."
Vida shook his head slightly. "Impossible. The systematic persecution of wizards by Muggles in the Middle Ages has led to a consensus in the wizarding world that 'hiding is survival'. The essence of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy is actually a safety protection mechanism."
Vincent put down his teacup, "Ms. Rosier, times have changed. Muggle technology is developing rapidly, and to some extent it can be called magic. Modern technological society is more accepting of supernatural phenomena."
Vader did not refute, but simply said: "You are so brave, do you know that you will be regarded as an enemy by all wizards?"
“I know.” Vincent straightened up, his eyes firm and bright, “But I think magic should not be hidden in dark alleys. It is a torch that illuminates the future of mankind.”
Vida's eyes were a little dazed, and she seemed to see a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
She gave a beautiful smile, "That's a very noble ideal."
Vincent's mouth curved with confidence, "This is not an ideal, but a reality that my 'Generation Society' and I need to work hard for."
"The Superseding Order..."
Vader muttered the name quietly, "Replacement Order? It should mean more than just the literal meaning... It means the change of natural time sequence? The concept of metabolism in Muggle biology, old cells will eventually die and make way for new cells?"
"That's right." Vincent raised his chin slightly. "The alternation of seasons, the movement of celestial bodies, and the succession of dynasties are all objective laws. We will reorder the old human civilization."
Vida's throat tightened, deeply shocked by his words.
The Wiccans are cruel idealism, the Death Eaters are dramatic rituals of fear, and the Order are systematic cruelty.
Reorder, what an ordinary yet cruel word.
Volume 4:
The True and False Dark Lord
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