The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 528 Prophecy

"In short—in short—as long as you give the order! We will fight for the greater good!" Lloyd clenched his fists and looked at Grindelwald seriously, saying, "Even—even Dumbledore might not be able to defeat us."

"Hahahaha." Grindelwald laughed upon hearing this, shook his head noncommittally, and then said, "I have heard—some interesting things."

"A dark wizard named Voldemort is back, isn't he?"

"Ah—yes—yes." Loila nodded and continued, "He's a very, very bad wizard, and he does a lot of bad things."

"for example?"

"He kills people—and he controls magic—and he also discriminates based on bloodline—" Lloyd's words made Grindelwald chuckle. He suddenly looked at Lloyd with some curiosity and asked, "Miss Hamilton—"

Have you ever seriously studied UMNO's ideology?

"Ah————" Loila was extremely embarrassed for a moment. She stammered like a student who had been suddenly questioned by the teacher.

"I—I remember—it was for a greater good—and then—and then it was about fighting or something—"

Loira's answer made Grindelwald's smile deepen, and finally he nodded slightly and said, "That's about right."

.

"Miss Hamilton did study hard, didn't she?"

"Ah—I—that—" Loila blushed and lowered her head, not daring to make a sound. As someone who wasn't very politically astute, she had always spent her time in the past UMNO ideology classes by daydreaming.

It's incredibly awkward to be asked questions one-on-one by Lord Grindelwald.

Will the Grindelwalds be angry? — Wait — Wait a minute — Remembering something, Roy carefully took his Space Stretch Book out of his pocket and spread it on the table.

"Lord Grindelwald—I have brought you some—some nice gifts."

As she spoke, she took a bunch of things out of the book and dumped them out, piling them up on the ground like a small mountain.

"This is—this is a thick blanket—" Roy said cautiously, pointing to the items. "Winter in Nurmengard is very cold—even though it's summer now—"

"This is Mr. Lockhart's latest book—it's very interesting. I think you could take a look if you're bored—"

"And this too—this is a magic circle item—you can use this to communicate with—and me—oh—"

It seems it doesn't work here —

"And there's something else—you'll definitely need this too—it's Wizard Chess, didn't you used to like it?"

"That is—"

"Thank you, Miss Hamilton." Grindelwald coughed slightly, interrupting Loila who was recounting her experiences, and said slowly, "I am very pleased that you have gone to such lengths."

"Thank you for the gift."

"This is what I should do—this is what I should do." After all, she had been carrying out a mission for nearly sixty years without success, so Loila felt that it would be normal for Lord Grindelwald to kill her now.

Grindelwald looked at her and nodded slightly, then reached out and patted Loira's head gently before saying, "He sent you here—there must be something he wants you to do, right?"

Loila, who was patted on the head by Grindelwald, seemed so surprised that she didn't seem to hear what Grindelwald said, which made Grindelwald shake his head helplessly.

"Miss Hamilton?"

"Ah—sorry—sorry!" Loila quickly shook her head, snapping out of her daze. "Dumbledore—Dumbledore said something."

"But it's fine if you don't want to—I'll just tell him I was too useless to get anything out of him—"

"Don't say that, Miss Hamilton," Grindelwald said, raising his hand slightly. "You've never been a useless person."

"From the moment I met you—until now." He nodded quietly: "and even into the future."

"And—you promised him, didn't you?" Grindelwald said slowly, "We have always been people of our word."

"I—I understand." Loila was very happy to be praised by Lord Grindelwald for no apparent reason, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Dumbledore said—he wanted you to give him some prophecies," Royla said, recalling Dumbledore's words. "He wanted to know—about Voldemort."

"Is that so?" Grindelwald nodded slightly upon hearing this, and then said, "Prophecy cannot be accomplished empty-handed."

"It also needs some materials—such as Voldemort's blood, or his hair."

"Ah—Dumbledore said my blood would suffice." Loila pursed her lips and said, "It seems it's because of him—he used the blood of some enemy—and mine."

"Is that so?" Grindelwald blinked, a little surprised.

"Please—please wait a moment." Loila said, looking at the pile of various items that resembled a small mountain, and then gently waved her wand to take out a small bottle from it.

The small bottle held shimmering, translucent blood—blood that Loila had drawn beforehand. "That's enough." Grindelwald nodded slightly, then casually took the blood from Loila's hand. He opened the bottle, shook it gently, and then tossed it aside.

Blood splattered in the air and then quickly burst into flames. Although no wand was used, Loila could sense the power of some kind of spell at work.

"boom!"

Like fireworks, the blood painted beautiful patterns in the air, then turned into a silvery-white mirror, the same color as Roy's hair.

Grindelwald stared blankly at the mirror, his heterochromatic eyes filled with seriousness.

Is there something here?

Loila looked up but saw nothing; all she could see was the rather nice ceiling.

"Tsk—" Grindelwald clicked his tongue lightly, a sound that made Loila shudder and feel nervous.

Is something terrible about to happen?

""

That's a little scary!

Could it be a storyline where Dumbledore defeats Voldemort and ultimately rules the wizarding world?

""

In a state of unease, the mirror slowly disappeared.

Grindelwald sat down slowly, lost in thought, and then looked at Loila.

"Miss Hamilton—"

"Ugh."

Loila nodded nervously.

"Please tell him," Grindelwald said calmly, "things are never smooth sailing."

"His plan wasn't perfect—but—" Grindelwald paused and said, "the direction the changes are taking isn't too bad."

"It's actually a bit unexpected."

Seeing Loila's confused expression, Grindelwald smiled gently: "Prophecies cannot be fully revealed."

"Otherwise, it will have irreversible effects on the future," Grindelwald said, shrugging. "Perhaps everything we're experiencing now is because I once disregarded the taboo of prophecy?"