The Hogwarts Emerald

Chapter 194: Words Like Knives
They had lived together in the castle for five days, and this was the time when the first Dark Lord Grindelwald spoke the most. He threw his opinions to Ada and then continued to enjoy his breakfast.

Grindelwald ate very slowly. At his age, and living alone as a prisoner, his body had already become like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. He couldn't eat faster even if he wanted to.

Regarding the internal conflict with Gryffindor classmates, Ada's thoughts were similar to Grindelwald's. She knew that she was not a charismatic leader, nor a good brainwasher, so she tried to teach this group of people a lesson. However, she thought too much, so when she was ready to take action, it was too late. She was stopped by Snape who arrived in time.

"I should be glad that I was stopped, otherwise I would have been expelled. Just like you were expelled from Durmstrang." Ada said.

"I was not expelled for attacking a classmate. The reason for my expulsion was that mortals could not understand the ideas of genius. Besides, how is your current situation different from being expelled?" Grindelwald sneered, "You were taken away from school and exiled to Nurmengard. You have no friends, no classmates, and only a lingering dark demon as your company. Apart from being able to go out and stroll around at will, what is the difference between you and being in Azkaban? Don't talk about Dementors. Only the weak are afraid of that thing."

Ada said, "What can I do? Kill them all with the Killing Curse, and then have my wand broken and thrown into Azkaban to die?"

"You are so young, don't let your mind be filled with thoughts of fighting and killing. Is killing the only way you can show your strength? Killing is the last resort, the only way out." Grindelwald said dissatisfiedly, "When others don't want to listen to you, you can force them to listen to you, but killing is definitely not the means. You can use appropriate force to suppress them to show your strength and show your kindness."

"But if I do this, Dumbledore will not show me his kindness. What do you want to do by gaining influence in school? Becoming the next Voldemort?" Ada disagreed with Grindelwald's point of view. She believed that she could take action against her classmates, but she could not exert her influence on them, as this would remind Dumbledore of his bad past.

Grindelwald was very dissatisfied with Ida's useless performance. He asked, "Are you so afraid of your headmaster? You haven't done anything. How do you know that your headmaster will definitely regard you as that fool? Is it just because you two are from an orphanage?"

"It's not just fear, but I always thought that as long as I worked hard and obeyed his instructions, I could grow up under Dumbledore's protection and avoid the threat of Voldemort and the Death Eaters." Ida said self-deprecatingly, "It's ridiculous, right? But I really thought so, until I found out that I was not the person Dumbledore needed, and I could not become that kind of person..."

"So, why not make up your mind to be the next Albus Dumbledore?" Grindelwald put down the bread in his hand and said seriously, "Or the next Gellert Grindelwald?"

"I need time..."

"Excuses! You've even found excuses for your own weakness. Why should others value you? And how should you become a strong man?" Grindelwald's expression was full of disdain, as if he was looking at a useless rag doll. "Rely on your talent? You don't even have the heart to become a strong man. Even if you have such a talent, you can only be a loser in this life, a pitiful and pathetic Mudblood!"

These words touched Ada's sore spot. She stood up angrily, slammed her hands on the table, and shouted, "I am a loser, but you are not a loser? Your followers are being hunted down by Aurors and tried by the Ministries of Magic of various countries, but you can only hide in Nurmengard. What did you say just now... By the way, lingering on!"

"I did fail, but at least I have reached the top. You are a weakling who can only look up at the top of the mountain from the foot of the mountain, begging the people on the top of the mountain to show you some mercy. You have no right to mock me who has come down from the top of the mountain." Grindelwald said slowly, putting emphasis on the words top of the mountain and foot of the mountain.

Gellert Grindelwald, one of the two most powerful wizards in the magic world, a wizard who could turn clouds and rain with a flip of his hand, had climbed to the top of a mountain and eventually fell from it. Ada was just a beginner in mountaineering, and she had no right to say anything about Grindelwald because she had never seen the scenery on the top of a mountain.

Ada sat back in the high-backed chair dejectedly. Even to this day, Grindelwald's name is still a taboo in the whole of Europe. Although they are both losers, she is far inferior to Grindelwald. "He said that he saw some of my shadow in you. I think he is probably old and his eyes are blurry. I only saw a cowardly girl sitting in front of me, not another Gellert." Grindelwald continued, "At your age, I am ready to be the master of the Deathly Hallows, instead of complaining and saying: I need time. Like a grudge woman!"

In Grindelwald's opinion, the girl in front of him was indeed extremely talented, but she was not well prepared and did not have the heart of a strong person. She was hesitant and missed opportunities when doing things, and she did not have the calmness of a strong person at all. If she had always been like this, this talent would have been wasted on her.

Grindelwald continued to mock. He said, "I heard that you only killed three people, but you are worried that you will become addicted to the pleasure of killing and unable to extricate yourself. Then you will be afraid of everything and be full of fear of the dark magic? If that is the case, you might as well put on some nice clothes and walk on the streets of Diagon Alley, or be hidden in the manor. It is worse than waving a wand, wasting your youth and this beautiful body."

Ada raised her head and looked directly at Grindelwald. The rage surging in her eyes could burn him to death eight hundred times.

"Why, do you think it's offensive or disgusting? Then I apologize to you." Grindelwald stood up and slowly walked up the stairs. "You only deserve my insincere apology. Respect must be earned by yourself. Do you have the strength and determination to do so?"

Grindelwald's words were harsh, like a slap in the face to Ada, or like a needle piercing her eardrum. A loud drum doesn't need a heavy hammer, but Grindelwald used this method to arouse Ada's shame and make Ada look directly at him.

If Ada could face herself and find her own strength, everyone would be happy. If she never recovered, it could only be said that Dumbledore had misjudged Ada and that she was just a piece of mud that could not be helped up.

These words are really cruel to a girl, and they are not what she should bear at this age. If Ada was just an ordinary girl, no one would say these humiliating words to her. She would be cared for and loved, and would receive dolls as gifts on her birthday or Christmas.

But Ada is not an ordinary girl. She has amazing talents, so she is destined to experience these hardships early. Either she will be a brilliant talent, standing on the top of the mountains, or she will turn into mud and be trampled by people. It depends on whether she has a firm belief and a heart that is not afraid of anything.

Aida, who was beaten to a pulp, sat in her seat in despair for a long time without getting up. Aida had always been pursuing a more perfect magic operation and a more efficient way of fighting, but she had never paid attention to her heart. Even if she had the ultimate strength, but did not have a heart to match it, this strength would still not be brought into play.

Ada was afraid of Dumbledore's strength, afraid of Voldemort's return, worried that she would fall in love with killing, and stayed away from dark magic because of its negative effects... Too many things made her feel afraid, and her heart unknowingly became less sharp, and she no longer had the courage to do it.

Even if she had the system as a help, what would it matter? Ada would only become the next Dumbledore's tool, the best knife in someone else's hands, but she would not become the next Dumbledore, Esmeralda Drizzt.

After an unknown amount of time, Ada finally came to her senses. She stood up and left the table, her emerald green eyes regaining their luster.

She was still wearing the same clothes as when she woke up earlier, and she was still the same girl who had not yet turned 15. Nothing had changed, and yet everything seemed to have changed.

(End of this chapter)