I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 204 Gellert Grindelwald

As we all know, Grindelwald is a dark wizard. As for why he is dark, that is a matter of opinion.

In fact, in Aunt Rowling's setting, Grindelwald is only called a "dark wizard" but not a "Dark Lord". There is no such thing as the "first generation/original Dark Lord" because Grindelwald himself may think that everything he does is for the benefit of all mankind, so he is not dark.

Translated, it means, even though I kill people (gas explosions burn Aurors) and set fires (the Fiendfyre burns Paris) and do all kinds of evil things, I still think I am a good person.

It can be said to be a very idealistic concept. The new concept is not the Dark Lord. He thinks that his philosophy is white, but what he does is black. Together, he is... the Gray Lord?

The original English name of the Dark Lord is “Dark Lord”, which is derived from Voldemort’s name “Lord Voldemort”. The Dark Lord is derived from Voldemort’s own name, and is a respectful title given to him by the Death Eaters. He also became famous because of Voldemort. It is not a title for the leader of the dark forces in different periods.

Moreover, the original book does not mention which country Grindelwald is from, and the nationality in the official extradition letter is filled in as "unknown".

But just now on the train Dumbledore said he was Austrian, so let's just assume he is.

Anyway, a guy with a mustache similar to him is also Austrian, and the Austrians don’t care about having one more devil.

Dumbledore pushed open the door, and Louis saw a thin old man who was leaning against the wall with his legs hugged, looking at the scenery outside the window with his head tilted.

People who long for freedom.

"You're here?" Grindelwald said softly.

"I'm here." Dumbledore nodded and took out a roasted spring chicken that he had prepared at some unknown time from his arms.

"You're here after all." Grindelwald sniffed. The aroma of the roasted spring chicken was so tempting that Louis vaguely saw him swallowing his saliva.

"I am here after all." Dumbledore took out delicious food like a magician. It should have been prepared in advance by the house-elves. Louis also saw the classic dark dish - lamb liver pie.

Is this kind of thing edible? He couldn't help but doubt his life.

“You shouldn’t have come.” Grindelwald was firm. He didn’t look back, even though his stomach began to growl.

"But I'm here." Dumbledore finished taking out the food and started taking out the drinks. Louis saw his favorite grape juice - this was also Sirius' favorite, and it was said that this could cure his autism.

Grindelwald was silent for a moment, then snorted, "What are you doing here?"

"I'll bring you something to eat." Dumbledore conjured up four chairs and motioned for Louis to put them away.

"What to eat?" Grindelwald was obviously tempted.

"Whatever you like to eat." Dumbledore replied.

Grindelwald was silent again, and after a moment he said arrogantly: "Forget it, I don't want to eat it, you can take it."

"You really don't want to eat it?" Dumbledore said, breaking off a chicken leg and taking a big bite. He chewed and made a satisfied "hmm" sound: "Hmm~ It tastes great. Are you sure you don't want to try it?"

"Even if I starve to death or jump off from here, I will never eat a single thing of yours!" Grindelwald said it firmly, but the growling sound of his stomach betrayed him deeply.

"Just eat something, Mr. Grindelwald." Louis couldn't help but persuade him. It must be said that the side dishes prepared by Dumbledore were really delicious. He had already eaten two meatballs.

Grindelwald only noticed Louis' presence at this time. He turned his head and looked at Louis carefully in the dim light, and asked, "The last time you brought students here was more than ten years ago?"

"Yes, that's his mother." Dumbledore grabbed a chicken leg and shook it in front of Grindelwald.

Grindelwald looked at the chicken leg, smacked his lips and asked, "I remember her name was Emma, ​​a very cute girl from a mysterious country in the East, but she was a little too naughty."

"You have a good memory. Do you remember my mother?" Louis became interested. Grindelwald's memory was obviously slightly better than Dumbledore's. He could still remember someone he hadn't seen for more than ten years.

But Grindelwald snorted and said in a sarcastic tone: "Of course I remember her. I remember how many fan fiction books she wrote and how many ugly little songs she composed..."

Just when Louis thought Grindelwald was going to be angry, he changed the subject.

"But I like it very much." Grindelwald showed a kind smile that was not too out of place on his face. "I am also very pleased to see her son grow up so big."

"So, aren't you going to come over for dinner?" Louis invited.

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, then said arrogantly, "Well, since Emma's son sincerely invites me to dinner, why should I refuse?"

Louis thought to himself, if you don’t want to eat, just crawl away…

The old man has a lot to do.

No, Grindelwald is 110 years old this year. Logically speaking, he is not a little old man, but an old man.

Look at how healthy the old guys in the magic world are. They can still pick up chicken legs and work hard at the age of 110. But look at Xizong. He can't hold on at the age of 80.

As for what he can't hold back, those who understand will understand.

Grindelwald ate a chicken leg in a lightning-fast manner, and quickly stuffed three large meatballs into his mouth. He chewed for a long time and swallowed them into his stomach. After a long time, his brows relaxed.

"It's delicious."

It seems that the essence of human beings is pigeons, repeaters and those who love fragrance.

Even a wizard of Grindelwald's level is not immune to this.

Grindelwald slowed down his eating speed as he was hungry. He asked curiously, "So, why did you bring this kid to Nurmengard today? If I remember correctly, today should be Halloween, and there are still more than fifty days to Christmas."

"Oh, I just came to see how your ideological transformation is going." Dumbledore made a little joke.

Grindelwald sneered, slowly picked up the goblet, shook it gently in front of him, put it to his nose and smelled it carefully, then took a sip. He looked extremely elegant, as if the person who had just inhaled the chicken leg in a storm was another person.

He put the goblet aside and snorted, "Can't you talk about something more interesting?"

"What do you think smells good?" Dumbledore asked. Grindelwald laughed and brought up a topic that he thought Dumbledore would never agree to.

"Like, when are you going to let me out of here?"

"Then I think you should pack up your things quickly." Dumbledore spun his fork in the air. "Let's leave after dinner, how about that?"

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, reached out and grabbed Louis' left arm, looked at his watch, and put it back.

"Is there anything urgent you need to deal with?" Dumbledore asked leisurely.

Grindelwald shook his head. "No, just checking if today is April 1st."

April 1st is April Fools' Day.

Maybe Dumbledore's sudden news really made him think that today was April Fool's Day.

In fact, not only Grindelwald, but even Louis was stunned, looking at old man Dun in front of him with a shocked expression.

What's going on? Today's plot is about Xu Xian destroying Leifeng Pagoda? Can I watch this without paying?
"Why?" Grindelwald didn't quite understand why Dumbledore suddenly changed his mind and wanted to let him out.

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and whispered, "The world has not been peaceful recently. Last year, Hogwarts was even attacked by fallen angels. We alone cannot protect the human world. I think I need your strength, Gellert."

Grindelwald wanted to say something to Dumbledore, but the words were choked back at his lips.

Just pamper him.

"Don't joke, you know that the German Ministry of Magic and the Austrian Ministry of Magic have been monitoring me." Grindelwald's smile looked like he had a toothache.

"I have a way." Louis suddenly thought of Comrade Cube who had been forgotten for a long time. He took the diary out of the system space, picked it up and shook it vigorously.

Young Tom appeared in front of them.

"Is this your idea?" Grindelwald was still eating slowly, but Dumbledore's eyes lit up.

"Not a bad idea." Dumbledore's eyes lit up, and he smiled and greeted Tom: "Long time no see, Tom."

"Professor." Tom nodded politely.

"This is the rural terrorist who became famous after you - Mr. Tom Marvolo Riddle." Louis introduced solemnly. Tom's face twitched, but he didn't dare to refute.

"It's Voldemort." Dumbledore explained to Grindelwald in a low voice.

Grindelwald nodded. Even in Nurmengard, he had heard of Mr. Voldemort's notoriety, but no one had ever compared the two of them, at least Dumbledore had not done so, and Grindelwald did not think that the two had anything in common - except that they were both better at practicing the dark arts.

Louis saw that Grindelwald's talent for the dark arts was 19, which was actually stronger than his own. If the Elder Wand was included, it would be 21.

No wonder the Lihuo gas stove has the power to sweep across Paris.

In fact, their action programs are quite different. Grindelwald's goal is for the greater good... no, for the greater good. And what about Voldemort? Voldemort seems to only want to rule the wizarding world with violence.

He doesn't even want to fool people.

He can be said to be a relatively pure villain. He really makes me cry.

"We can have Tom disguise himself as Voldemort and burn down the entire Nurmengard." Louis suggested, "It just so happens that I remember that Tom is pretty good at the Fiendfyre Curse. If he can't do that, I can ask my girlfriend to come and burn down Nurmengard."

Kathryn:
You just treat me as a gas stove, right?

It should be said that this plan was perfect. After all, no one knew that Dumbledore had been here. You said guards? I am kidding. There were no guards at all in Nurmengard. After all, Grindelwald had successfully turned three groups of guards against him when he was in Eagle Sauce. With such a brilliant record, the Austrian Ministry of Magic must be crazy to have people to guard him.

In fact, Grindelwald was more like a prisoner in his own house. He imprisoned himself in Nurmengard because he lost the duel to Dumbledore. It is also possible that there was a magical contract between the two of them, so Grindelwald was willing to stay here.

But no matter what, he still had to save face. Although Grindelwald was not guarded by many people, if he ran away it would be a big deal for the entire wizarding world. It was most appropriate to let Voldemort take the blame.

Tom did it right away. With the help of Louis' magic amplification, he successfully summoned the orange-red fire that engulfed the entire Nurmengard.

The plan went smoothly, and no one would think that someone had drunk Polyjuice Potion and turned into Voldemort. Besides, considering the boiled egg-like appearance of Voldemort after his rebirth, the location of his hair might not be...too...easy to write.

And Voldemort "happened" to let the Aurors of the Austrian Ministry of Magic see his true face, and then he turned into a puff of black smoke and left the scene.

Surprisingly, the Austrian Ministry of Magic did not make any official statement on this matter, but kept it a secret, only saying that the Nurmengard Tower where Grindelwald was imprisoned was attacked by an unknown dark wizard, and that Grindelwald also died in the tower.

It was very hasty, but no one wanted to mention that it was Voldemort who caused all this, whether it was the Magic Daily or any official channels, not even the gossip.

It seems that the four-stage tactics are applicable everywhere, and a certain TV series can really be used to govern a country.

Grindelwald now has a different look. He is now sitting in Louis' office at Hogwarts with his legs crossed, eating candy.

"It's hard to imagine that a young person of your age would actually have an office of his own." Grindelwald said with a sigh, "It seems that you have inherited Emma's talent."

"The Rhine River is like a river of new people replacing old ones." Louis smiled and poured Grindelwald a glass of moonberry juice.

"This juice is very good. I heard that it was produced by the Squib Factory you opened?" Grindelwald drank a whole cup of moonberry juice, smacked his lips with some satisfaction, and pushed the cup in front of Louis, motioning him to add another cup.

"Well, the Minister of Magic opposed it at first." Louis poured him another glass of juice.

"Fool." Grindelwald sneered, "Your current Minister of Magic is a complete political idiot. If it were me, not only would I not stop you, but I would also use this opportunity to gain some reputation and consolidate my position."

"After all, there are very few natural politicians like you." Louis raised his juice glass in a toast.

"You are also a little fox." Grindelwald seemed to enjoy the flattery.

(End of this chapter)