CH58: Gellert Grindelwald

"For the Greater... Good" Felix read softly.

Then he shook his head and stepped onto the stairs, constantly stepping on the dry leaves, making a crunching sound with each step.

Crunch——

The huge wooden door was slowly pushed open by him, emitting a harsh sound, followed by ultimate silence.

He walked slowly on the huge flat marble tiles. After glancing around, he pushed his hand forward slightly.

Just as Felix had told Harry, the hands of a mage are flexible and adaptable.

Invisible and colorless gentle waves spread in all directions, accurately mapping every feedback after touching the walls and gravel in his mind.

Just like the ultrasonic sound of a bat.

This technique only requires a small amount of magic to release a subtle "wave".

It only requires "a little bit" of information processing power.

Not long after, he detected dynamic feedback from above the castle.

A stooped, skinny old man.

Thinking about it, he slowly turned around and walked towards the stairs.

Not long after, he ascended several floors and arrived at a dark corridor. There were many rooms here, but it was extremely empty, except for some feathers and fallen leaves. He didn't linger.

The thumping of footsteps echoed in the corridor.

Then, he stopped in front of a room.

The door was open and there was no lock. The wind kept blowing through the empty windows, making a whining sound.

In the room, there was a low table with several pieces of parchment on it. They were very old, indicating constant use by their owner.

All that remained was a bed with iron bars. The bed only had a yellowed mattress, and the sheets... were torn halfway.

A skinny hand reached out and tucked the parchment into the lining of the tattered clothes.

The rickety old man crouching in the corner slowly stood up.

He raised his head, a face looming in his messy and knotted hair.

Felix was stunned for a moment and murmured: "Jack?!"

"Who?" The figure spoke, his voice hoarse and sticky, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"It's not Jack." Felix couldn't help but shake his head and smiled helplessly. He didn't expect him to recognize the wrong person.

There was no other reason than that the guy in front of him looked too much like Jack Sparrow, especially with the long, greasy, knotted hair.

Just the senior version.

However, after careful observation, he still noticed many differences between the two.

"I thought it was Riddle..." he said.

Felix was a little confused: "Who is Riddle?"

"That's Voldemort." The man said, with admiration and regret mixed in his eyes. "I didn't expect another young man to come here."

"Here? In this castle?"

"Not in this castle, but - at this level." He said slowly, his eyes wandering, as if he was a little crazy.

"You're better than Riddle," he said.

"When he came, he was tall and handsome, with a false smile on his face to cover up his arrogance and ambition.

At that time, he stood in your position, proudly making his declaration in front of me. "

"What declaration?" Felix became interested and leaned against the wall, looking at the old man with interest.

Of course, you can also call him Gellert Grindelwald.

Grindelwald waved his hands in the air, his eyes dull, and the corner of his mouth raised a sneer: "He said that he would start from where I failed and let me see his success with my own eyes!"

Felix nodded slightly and thought: "Is this the reason why Voldemort directly launched a pure-blood revolution in the UK? If he were elsewhere, could he achieve as much momentum as you did?!"

"Of course he can, he is indeed smart and capable!!" Grindelwald said seriously.

"When he came to see me, he was not yet thirty years old, but he had already reached the level of caring for me.

But because of this, he is more arrogant than me, Dumbledore, and others. "

"How arrogant?" Felix wondered.

"More than you, you, like him, always have a smile on your face. But obviously, your smile is much more relaxed, with a game-like mentality.

And he simply used that gentle smile as a skill to win the trust of others. "

Felix denied it flatly: "I am not arrogant. Everyone knows that my biggest shortcoming is that I am too humble."

However, he put his hand on the corner of his mouth, muttering in his heart: Game-like ... mentality...

Grindelwald looked at him expressionlessly and said casually: "There is no one who has come here who does not have arrogance beyond ordinary people. You, me, Riddle, and even Albus who has not given up on magic. Forth, we are all the same, we don't have to hide it."

After saying that, he didn't seem to want to continue this topic and sat casually on the bed: "How should I call you?"

"It seems you don't like prophecies very much anymore? Felix Peregrine!" Felix nodded slightly.

"I haven't made any predictions for a long, long time. There's no need. It would only deepen my despair!" He raised his head and slumped his shoulders.

"What are you doing here? If you just want to come here to show off your power, you can start."

Felix spread his hands: "No, I just happened to be passing by and came to take a look. Of course, it would be better if you could satisfy some of my curiosity."

"Cats are always curious."

"This is a curse, don't rub salt into the wound, old man," Felix said helplessly.

Grindelwald choked immediately, and after a long pause, he nodded tiredly: "Okay, but... do me a favor."

"Why don't you ask someone from the European or German Ministry of Magic to find me? I won't do anything illegal. Of course, you can bring two people!"

"It's not a big deal, it's just that their fear of me is deep-rooted, and they don't even dare to communicate with me," Grindelwald said, his tone calm but full of authority.

"Okay, how can I help you?"

"Bring me some letter paper, but I don't want anything else. My sheets are almost torn clean," he said.

"I didn't expect you would still need to write a letter."

There was a dim look in Grindelwald's eyes, and he said bitterly: "Of course, although he hasn't replied to my letter for a long, long time, I don't even know if he read my letters."

Felix looked at the sky outside and waved his hands helplessly: "Okay, it's settled. I'll bring you some letter paper tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Grindelwald nodded. "Let's talk about it then..."

Felix nodded, then turned and left.

Grindelwald sighed, memories flashing in his eyes. Suddenly, he held his knees, stood up with some difficulty, and walked out of the room, shouting quickly: "Wait!"

Felix stood at the corner and looked at him doubtfully.

"Help me cross out the words on the door." His voice became lower and lower, and finally turned into a soliloquy.

"It is my fault…"

Felix only heard the first sentence and nodded.

"Okay!"

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