Chapter 439 Looking Forward to Your Future

Vader looked at Grindelwald, his pupils shrinking in an instant.

He now understood what it means to be "accompanying the king is like accompanying a tiger"... Even if 99% of the people on the other side are sure that the person on the other side will not be bad for him, he would bet on the probability that the other party would be moody and suddenly turn against him and go crazy. It still makes people's heart beat faster.

Vader was silent for several seconds, and he made up his mind and nodded.

"Yeah." Grindelwald did not change his face, but smiled and said, "Very good, I like honest kids."

His palm was still on Vader's shoulder, staring at the boy's eyes, and said slowly and sincerely:

"Vider, you have a very superior talent, which is extremely rare even among wizards."

"I know that you are not sticking to the rules, nor are you bound by your own origin or growth environment, but are eager for some...change, pursuing something that others rarely think about...such as truth and justice."

Grindelwald leaned over slightly, and the whisper seemed to be heard in Vader's ear.

"I'm glad to see kids like you - Muggles, wizards, there seems to be no difference in your eyes. You value right and wrong, good and evil more, but you are not pedantic and stupid, and can look further away place."

"This makes me wonder... If you were to guide the wizards ten years later... what future would you take them to?"

Vader couldn't help but wonder - Grindelwald had the ability to predict the future. He said this, did he really not foresee Vader's future, or did he use such words to deceive and induce him?

Then he remembered that Grindelwald's prophecy was to see fragmented scenes in the future, but not the whole truth.

For example, when he participated in the election, he predicted Qilin but did not foresee the final result of his failure.

Those who believe in prophecy will always be fooled and deceived by fate in the end. This seems to be the common ending of all those who foresee the future and try to change the future - Vader secretly reminded himself, and at the same time he was curious whether Grindelwald gave up the trick of him. Several times of prophecy.

In the flash, he had no time to think carefully, but after a few seconds, his eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, as if he had some ideas, or ambitions, because of Grindelwald's recognition and expectations.

Grindelwald did not mean to ask him to answer at this moment, but instead put down his hand and asked like a professor at the school:

"The books placed on your bookshelf are rare fine products. How many have you read so far?"

Vader honestly said, “Three books.”

Grindelwald glanced at him, as if he could see his well-behaved appearance of greed for knowledge, and asked meaningfully: "When I left today, did I not put the rest of the book in my pocket?"

Vader moved his fingertips and felt as if Grindelwald could sense that he had cast a markless stretching spell on his pocket.

"No," he said, "I used the copying spell...thank you for giving me a lot of parchment."

A smile flowed in Grindelwald's eyes: "Smart...and cunning... It's Ravenclaw."

As he spoke, a green light suddenly shot from the dead corner of his sight towards Grindelwald. The black wizard casually threw down his wand, and a stone flew up to block the life-seeking curse.

Then his wand shook quickly again, and the guy disguised as an ordinary wizard sneaked up and fell down straight.

Grindelwald didn't care about this little episode and continued: "A British wizard once told me that although Lavenclaw of Hogwarts was smart, he was pretentious and liked to protect himself."

"I'm glad you have the advantages of Ravenclaw, but you don't have those typical shortcomings. It's a good habit to love reading and desire knowledge, but don't be limited to the types of knowledge - whether it's black magic or white magic, you have learning The value of

"It's like a fire shield protecting...it can kill people or protect them. What determines what it does is always your own thoughts, not the definition given by others. Even Dumbledore you worship, is the same. Proficient in black magic.”

"Since you have brought the book back, please cherish it and read it carefully. If you have any questions, you can still ask me for advice like today."

Grindelwald reached out and pointed his ear, then placed a small communication pea in Vader's palm.

Vader discovered that this was what he wore the day he went to the supermarket. He never saw it again after waking up. He thought it had been thrown away or destroyed.

The young wizard hesitated for a moment, stuffed the communication pea back into his ears, looked at Grindelwald and said, "I thought you would stop me...at least not let me go back so soon."

Vader himself knew how much interests he represented.

Even if nothing else is considered, the current technology of the Wucui Party to hijack the Flow Mirror signal is all derived from Vader. If he is let go back, he will have the possibility of upgrading equipment, making up for loopholes, and creating stronger protections, making Zero Day Squirrel no longer effective.

"You are too young... If you force a thirteen-year-old child to join the Wuci Party, even a guy like Voldemort who has no bottom line will laugh at me."

Grindelwald said: "My expectations for you are a long time...and even if you are asked to go back, I don't think you will leave the position of public opinion completely to the stupid British Ministry of Magic. Are you right?"

Vader nodded, “I get it.”

After hearing Grindelwald mention Voldemort, Vader actually cared a little, and always felt that he seemed to have overlooked something.

But it will take about a year and a half for that person to appear again, so there is no need to start worrying too early... What's more, whether he can be resurrected without Peter Pediru is different.

Vader thought about it and the thought quickly faded and disappeared in a very short time.

Grindelwald just mentioned it casually, and then said, "Dumbledore will probably show up soon...you can find an opportunity to leave by yourself."

Although he was talking to Vader, his eyes were filled with complex lights. Vader nodded, without saying anything, and quietly took two steps behind his feet to distance himself from the leader of the dark wizard who was not good at heart.

...

Donovan wiped the blood from his face and hid in the ruins of the building. He looked at the scene on the battlefield from afar, his eyes full of horror.

Under the collapsed cement pillar not far away, another werewolf named Cruise was pressing. One of his arms was blown away. His body was charred at this time, and his mouth was filled with intermittent groans of pain, and it seemed that he would not live long.

Donovan knew that if the goddess of luck had not favored him today, perhaps he would be himself who was lying on the ground and waiting for death.

He was in the first cannon fodder troops sent out, but Donovan did not want to work hard for the organization. Relying on the fact that ordinary soldiers did not dare to restrain him, a werewolf, Donovan pretended to hide in the toilet and spent time, secretly observing the situation through the small windows of the toilet, and preparing to turn back and inform Dumbledore.

It is precisely because of this that he survived the wave of attacks bombing by paper planes and suffered only some skin injuries.

On the battlefield in the distance, balls of fire exploded from time to time. The wounded and dead wizards disappeared by their companions, leaving only Donovan's nominal comrades-in-arms left.

A cold and ruthless command was still heard from the intercom: "Group C and Group F are also pressed! Don't be afraid of sacrifice, remember that your mission is to bring the enemy into the manor... Everything is planned, and victory still belongs to us..."

Cruise, who waswolf not far away, let out his last breath, opened his mouth and finally calmed down, ending the long and painful torture.

Donovan felt sad in his heart that the rabbit died and the fox was sad. He took off the walkie-talkie and threw it on the ground, stepped hard, spit out a mouthful of blood, and bent down to leave this temporarily hiding place.

It is true that the wizard on the opposite side killed them.

But those who forced them to become werewolfs and had to go out to die were those bastards hiding underground to issue orders!

Donovan's hatred was clearly pointed, and he sent a message to Dumbledore, then hid in the hiding place and entered the underground passage along the hidden entrance.

This was once a golden cave for some people. The underground buildings were larger than villas on the surface, with well-connected passages and crisscrossing pipes on the top.

Donovan hid his shoes, climbed onto the pipe in a few seconds, looked at the direction, and then crawled along the pipe like a clever cat.

There were many well-dressed "social celebrities" coming and going here. Not long ago, there were many soldiers, but it seemed empty at this time, and occasionally I could see a team running over.

There are some wizards in the organization, who are particularly good at deleting and modifying people's memories. Under the influence of magic, those soldiers became puppets of the organization, and even the order to die would be executed without hesitation.

Although the memory is painful, Donovan is glad that he never forgot who he is.

He crawled for a while and suddenly heard a sound from the room below—

Someone said angrily and screamed, "What's going on? Those wizards didn't step into the manor! Did anyone reveal the news?"

Another retorted: "There are only a few people who know that there are strong magnetic field generators hidden in the manor, and even Abigail doesn't know. Who do you think will betray?"

Another third voice persuaded: "I heard that Grindelwald can predict that he must have foreseeed danger in the manor, so he refused to come in. When he felt that everyone was almost killed, he would definitely come." - What they want is John Adler after all."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"That coward has escaped!"

"The substitute is still here! Before the compound decoction fails, even Grindelwald can't tell the truth or the fake!"

"Since you can use compound decoctions, why not at the beginning?" Someone complained, "Do you know how uncomfortable I endured that arrogant Muggle?"

"I just said they have the power to prophecy." Another man said impatiently, "Will they still step into the trap when they send the target away in advance?"

"It's a pity that the magnetic field decays too fast... Time powder doesn't seem to work..."

"I heard that there are a small number of real ones mixed in the fake product. It dissipated when the wind blows. It is normal for the effect to be less than good... The real big head is inside!"

“…So when will they come in?”

Donovan didn't listen anymore and climbed quietly along the pipe.

He knew those generators. Not long ago, many trucks sneaked into the manor in the middle of the night. It is said that the cars were weapons specially made for magic, and no matter how powerful the wizard was, they could not withstand it.

Originally, this kind of information was not qualified to be known at Donovan's level, but he knew many friends, one of whom was a vampire with great hearing. That guy liked to turn into a bat and wandered around at night.

Thinking that the boy had already escaped, but he flew out not far away and turned around inexplicably and drilled into the center of the explosion. Donovan gritted his teeth and continued to crawl.

The vampire boy secretly saw the generator being moved from the car and was sent to somewhere. Donovan praised the rest time for a few words, and told him all.

Magic can wash away people's memories, but it cannot wash away the heart that loves gossip.

While recalling the terrain and the information he had learned, Donovan climbed through several corridors and finally saw the huge, grayish-white machine.

Overall, it looks like the lower half of the rocket, with the main structure wrapped around it, and several thick or thin pipes connected to the bottom and sides.

Donovan stood in front of the generator and was silent for a long time.

He couldn't understand the structure of this thing, nor did he know what those pipes were used for, and what the valves and knobs on it did.

But then he thought, he didn't need to learn to use this thing, he just wanted to destroy it - destroying machines, isn't it simple?

Donovan pulled out his saber, cut off all the wires he could see, and then went to find the next target.

After cutting the third one, Donovan suddenly heard a soft voice from behind: "Good morning, sir!"

The werewolf was startled, all the hairs behind him stood up, and he jumped up to the generator and looked over in shock.

A neatly dressed monster who looked only one meter tall stood on the ground, looking at him in surprise.

——House elves? Haven't you heard of this kind of creature in the organization?

Donovan was holding the knife in his hand, hesitating whether to pounce on him and kill this thing, when he saw a house elf standing in the corner of the generator, staring at him tightly.

Donovan's heart tightened and he instantly burst into cold sweat.

"Don't be afraid, sir, Dobby has no malice." Dobby said politely, "Dobby and McGee can also help you."

"But before that, please tell us-" asked another house elf McGee, "You are a man in the manor, why do you want to sabotage your own place?"

The house elf is wearing only a tea towel with an heraldry print, and she is even thinner, but her eyes are scary.

Donovan looked at the herald with the letter "H" in the middle, and his mind shuddered, and his mouth subconsciously said:

"I...I'm actually Dumbledore's guy...Who are you?"

"So that's the case."

McGee didn't answer this stupid question, looked up at the tall generator and said:

"Mckey heard those conversations. This is the kind of machine that is dangerous to wizards, right? Dobby, it seems that before finding someone, you have to destroy these things."

He stretched out his slender fingers and pointed it, and the pipe as thick as an arm broke instantly.

At the same time, on the battlefield outside the manor, Grindelwald suddenly raised his head, squinted his eyes, and a hot flame spewed out of the tip of his wand!

In front, the air suddenly twisted, and the fire flashed by, and the white-haired and white-bearded wizard suddenly appeared, with a cold look, and the robe on his body floated slightly in the air.

Dumbledore is here.