Chapter 238 Shock!

Grindelwald walked out of the flames. He was wearing a gray-black trench coat, and the strange-looking lapel pin on the lapel of his waistcoat had disappeared.

Grindelwald had a warm smile, and even his voice was gentle and approachable. However, everyone saw that under his neat and clean face, there was a large and terrifying blood stain on his chest.

"Ha - Aiken, your growth is touching, and your courage is amazing," he stepped forward and gave old Aiken a warm hug. The blood on his chest was stained on the other person's expensive robe.

This way of appearing made old Aiken a little overwhelmed, and the fear of Grindelwald that had been suppressed by power and money was slowly taking root again.

It seemed that only now did Grindelwald realize that he was still stained with a large amount of blood.

Obviously, the bloodstain was not his own. After waving the weird branch wand, the blood on Grindelwald's chest was swept away, but he did not clean it up for old Aiken. He just smiled and crossed his arms, and then said in an encouraging tone: "Aiken, I'm here. Here, I'll make the decision for you, come on, say what you want to continue."

Old Aiken's domineering power just now unconsciously weakened. His Adam's apple twitched slightly, and he tried his best to keep his face calm: "Dear Mr. Grindelwald, my son disappeared in Nurmengard. , so I think it is necessary to take some measures - to ensure the safety of my son, who is also a student of your school, and this can also help your school recover..."

Grindelwald waved his hand and interrupted the other party almost roughly: "Aiken, I want you to continue what you wanted to say and what you wanted to do."

Old Aiken glanced at Sean next to him with slightly confused eyes, and then suddenly realized that the warm smiles on their faces were so similar.

What is the relationship between these two people... Old Aiken gritted his teeth. Although he was concerned about the safety of his only son, after all, it was just his intuition that Sean was the murderer, and there was no direct evidence.

"I..." His lips trembled, and his voice was several times softer than before, "I will make a conclusion after thorough investigation. I hope Mr. Grindelwald can provide some convenience..."

"The question is not answered... Aiken, I have clearly praised your courage." Grindelwald leaned forward slightly, "Don't want to say it? Can I help you recall it?"

"Just now..."

There was no magic spell, just a crazy surge of magic power. Everyone in the office felt like their breathing had stopped for an instant.

Grindelwald's windbreaker automatically moved without any wind, and he smiled wildly.

"You want to use Veritaserum on my students?"

He took a step forward, and Old Aiken and the people he brought took a step back as if they had agreed.

"You want to lynch my students without any evidence?"

His tone was steady, as if he was reciting a hymn, but Old Aiken finally recalled the scene buried deep in his memory.

The aging wizard in front of me, this man who is no longer young, could once destroy an entire city with just a wave of his hand!

Old Aiken swallowed his saliva and held on, but his body was already half a head shorter: "G-Mr. Grindelwald, my son is also your student, but he disappeared at school..."

"He will come back...but one yard comes for the other," Grindelwald stretched out his hand and patted old Aiken's fat face a few times, "What price should you pay today?"

"Mr. Grindelwald..." Old Aiken finally panicked. Although the other person was smiling, he had clearly seen the expression of the person in front of him.

Grindelwald is still the Dark Lord who acts eclectically and always only acts based on his preferences...

Old Aiken was almost begging for mercy: "Sir, you, you are now the principal of Nurmengard..."

"Ha..." Grindelwald sighed.

Sean on the side also shook his head. He knew very well that what Grindelwald hated and liked the most was what others said.

You are now the headmaster of Nurmengard.

If this sentence comes from Sean, Dumbledore or other inexperienced students, he will accept it with great pleasure and remind the other person to continue praising him.

And if these words come from those who want to use this identity to restrict him, Grindelwald's mood will immediately turn from sunny to gloomy.

"You guys are really annoying..." He muttered to himself, but the cold sweat on old Aiken's head was getting more and more.

"Sir, just like Mr. Dumbledore, you are also the principal of a school and one of the greatest wizards of this century. I also met Mr. Dumbledore before, and he is just like you..."

Before Old Aiken finished speaking, Grindelwald reached out and pinched the other man's lips with two fingers.

Sean almost slapped his forehead with his big hand. This old Aiken's skill in hitting the muzzle is really top-notch...

"Let me correct you on two mistakes," Grindelwald said. "First of all, I am not one of the greatest wizards in the world. There is only one greatest, and that is Albus Dumbledore."

"Secondly," he approached Old Aiken and said in a low voice in his ear, "Dumbledore and I are different... I hate it when others compare me with him..."

Sean heard Grindelwald's whisper, and he even wanted to add: "What's even more annoying is comparing Dumbledore to me..."

After speaking, Grindelwald loosened his fingers and became smiling again.

"Okay, let's talk about what happened just now, shall we?"

A red mark was pinched on Old Aiken's lips, but he didn't even have the courage to rub it with his sleeve. Just now, every time Grindelwald came closer to him, he felt that death was one step closer to him.

"He has changed, but he has not changed at all..." He remembered what the president once said.

Old Aiken's lips twitched: "I am willing to apologize to Mr. Wallop, Mr. Wallop, and make compensation..."

"No need -" Grindelwald waved his hand generously.

Old Aiken took a deep breath and quickly lowered his head. He now felt lucky to have survived a desperate situation.

However, the other person's next words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Aiken, which hand do you usually use your wand with?"

"Green, Mr. Grindelwald..." Old Aiken looked at each other in horror.

"Huh? Do you want me to ask again?"

"I, I..." Old Aiken wanted to plead with the other party to spare him, but he did not dare to say more when he met the other party's eyes.

"If you don't tell me, then I'll just pick..." Grindelwald smiled and raised his wand, like a conductor raising his baton.

"Right hand! Right hand!" Old Aiken screamed.

Grindelwald nodded with satisfaction, he grabbed the other person's right hand, and the twisted and sharp tip of the branch wand slowly slid across the back of his trembling hand.

He didn't know what magic spell he recited, and after a ray of white light, Old Aiken's right hand, which had sagging skin due to obesity and aging, suddenly became firmer.

"For wizards, the wand means a second life, and of course the hand using the wand needs to be well protected. A small magic spell can make your right hand younger and richer - vitality." Grindelwald is almost like It was like showing off a masterpiece by raising old Aiken's right hand for others to see.

But no one paid attention, because old Aiken's left hand had completely disappeared at some point - starting from the wrist, the left hand disappeared into the air, leaving only old Aiken's frightened and trembling eyes.

Sean silently observed Grindelwald's actions just now, wanting to steal his lesson.

It's a pity that I didn't learn it... However, the curse just now seemed to have drained the life force of the left hand and then added it to the right hand. It was very scary...

Grindelwald showed his "work" and then threw it away casually as if throwing away garbage. He waved his wand and the office door automatically opened without wind.

"Originally, for breaking into Nurmengard without my permission and daring to interrogate the students without my consent, you should have been sent to the herb garden for fertilization - but for the sake of your son's disappearance, you are exempted from this. Go back, old man. Aiken, remember to thank me for my kindness when you pray every day." Grindelwald said with a smile.

Old Aiken did not dare to say another word. He held his missing left hand tightly and led the person away as quickly as if he had lost his soul.

Grindelwald turned to look at Rozier and Goodman, and raised his eyebrows: "You two - forget it, this is my reason for restraining you, but in the future, don't let this happen again. .”

The two of them didn't even mind Sean who was present. They knelt down on one knee and put their right hands on their chests: "Thank you for your kindness, Lord Grindelwald."

"Call me principal."

"Yes, Lord Grindelwald."

"...Forget it," Grindelwald turned and left, waving his hand for Sean to follow, "Let those children go to bed."

The two left the office and walked on the quiet stone corridor of Nurmengard at night.

"Sir, that was cool just now." Sean complimented sincerely.

Grindelwald twirled his short beard proudly: "Thank you for the compliment, Sean, but you have never seen anything cooler. I really should let you see it if you have the chance."

"I'm looking forward to it, sir."

"If you don't talk about this, where is that little Aiken?"

"It's in my ring..."

"As expected..." Grindelwald nodded, and then waved his hand nonchalantly, "You can do whatever you want, and let him out tomorrow morning."

Sean nodded: "I know, then should I do something..."

"Why are you looking at me?" Grindelwald said with an expression of "You are weird", "I am the principal of Nurmengard! I should be worried about the disappearance of a student of my school, instead of discussing with the murderer how to deal with the kidnapped hostage!"

"I just had a long talk with the frightened student just now to try to unravel the shadow left on his mind. I don't know anything."

Sean laughed out loud: "Pfft, I understand, sir - but, as a principal, there are still a lot of restrictions, right?"

Grindelwald sighed and shook his head: "So I admire Albus for being so kind and tolerant after staying in the position of headmaster for so long."

"Oh, the gentleman just now will thank you for your kindness."

"He should indeed do this -" Grindelwald said with a matter-of-fact expression, "Sean, you have to know that I have always believed that every wizard is an extremely valuable resource and is not necessary. I am not willing to harm anyone. A wizard. But sometimes, people who are insatiable always cross the line too much. I have been the principal for so long that they have forgotten who I used to be—"

"The first Dark Lord?" The two have been together for a long time, and Sean dared to talk about it.

"That's okay," Grindelwald shrugged indifferently, without any of the old man's power and stability. "When you can control the writing of the history of magic, it doesn't matter what name you give to such an insignificant thing, even if it is Piles of cockroaches, gin, whatever.”

Sean looked at the other party and nodded silently. History is always written by the victors.

Grindelwald has never cared about these false reputations, and what he just said is also true. He cherishes the life of every wizard. Of course, he did not say the second part. If his final long-cherished wish can be achieved, Grindelwald will Countless lives can be sacrificed, including his own.

I just don’t know if the other party still retains that goal.

Grindelwald did not take Sean to his office. The two of them stopped walking when they reached the fork in the road to the Hogwarts lounge on the first floor.

"Well, we had a lot of fun chatting, it was such a pleasant night -" Grindelwald sighed with satisfaction, "Before you go back, I have one more question."

"What?"

"If I don't come back in time, what are you going to do with that Veritaserum?" Grindelwald asked with interest.

Sean knew that the other party was curious about his follow-up preparations. If he had no plan for this situation, he would probably be a little disappointed.

"Boo~" Sean took out a bottle and opened the cork.

This is not a Veritaserum, but an ordinary tonic potion.

"Here's to you, sir." Sean raised his glass. No, he raised the bottle to signal, and then took a sip.

Grindelwald looked at the scene in front of him. He saw that the pale white liquid that slipped into Sean's mouth was opened wide and turned into black sparkling water as it passed through his throat.

He clapped his hands almost gleefully.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful silent transfiguration." Grindelwald said three beautiful words in succession, and the admiration in his eyes almost overflowed.

"No stick?" he asked again with great interest.

Sean stretched out a hand and showed the wand hidden in his sleeve and pointed at his throat.

"It can only be silent, not without a stick."

Yes, this is his method, using silent transformation to turn the truth serum into happy water. Under Gamp's Law, the happy water created has a strong smell of disinfectant, but that doesn't matter, as long as he can Feel the taste.

After drinking it into his stomach, the Veritaserum turned into happy water could no longer work. Although his silent transformation technique could not last for a long time, it was enough to cope with the situation just now.

Grindelwald smiled and shook his fist in the air angrily: "Damn Albus, you are actually a student of Hogwarts! It's unbelievable, look at your insidious little tricks, you should have become The next headmaster of Nurmengard.”

Sean almost choked on his saliva. He wiped his mouth and said with a wry smile: "Sir, you just said that the principal is not a good job."

"What about another one? A new generation of Dark Lord?" Grindelwald said with a smile.

"It doesn't sound good either..."

"Ha-" Grindelwald laughed happily, "That will be your choice."

"I hope so too."

After the two said goodbye, Grindelwald looked at Sean's leaving back. The smile on his face gradually faded and he murmured to himself: "Choice..."

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