Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 346, Section 340: New Units of Measurement Go Online

"Heh. The stupid Ministry of Magic and those stupid Aurors accused me of the biggest crime of hating Muggles. But I don't hate them. I've spoken about this in public many times. It's a pity they wouldn't listen."

"But when faced with thugs who truly hate Muggles, these so-called champions of justice turned into a bunch of cowards."

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder, did I not kill enough back then? Or was my approach too lenient?"

The Ministry of Magic charged Grindelwald with "hating Muggles and constantly causing killings," but Grindelwald was not actually bloodthirsty. Although he did kill many people and admitted that he was not a good person, he was much more lenient than Voldemort.

However, when faced with Voldemort, who truly hated ordinary people, hated half-blood wizards, and was bloodthirsty, the Ministry of Magic didn't even dare to convict him, and for the past ten years they have only referred to him as Mysterio.

Perhaps Grindelwald's actions can ultimately be considered part of the Lawful Faction, as their style of doing things is somewhat predictable, and as long as you don't interfere with them, you'll be fine. Voldemort, on the other hand, belongs to the Chaotic Faction, which lacks much logic, and everyone fears the Chaotic Faction because they don't care much about how they kill.

The two talked from 11 p.m. until late at night (Harry went back to rest halfway through the conversation), and finally Grindelwald let out a long sigh.

"The future belongs to you young people."

"We old folks will eventually be eliminated by the times. All I can do is pass on my knowledge to you as much as possible."

Thank you for talking to me for so long.

"But you can't be late tomorrow."

Dudley respectfully bid farewell to Grindelwald and left, leaving Grindelwald alone in the room.

After sitting there blankly for a while, Grindelwald stood up to leave. Suddenly, his body froze, and his eyes, which had recovered, turned strange again.

He knew this was the moment the prophecy would come true.

Sure enough, countless fragmented images flashed before his eyes, as if he had captured the trajectory of the future.

But what puzzled him was that the future he saw this time was completely different from the two futures he had seen before; it was a completely new future.

Could there be a third future?

What exactly happened?

Why are different futures appearing one after another? This has never happened before.

With these questions in mind, Grindelwald saw the protagonist of this prophecy.

The pupils in his eyes contracted slightly.

"It's him!"

Time flies like water, and the holiday is about to end in the blink of an eye. None of the people present were eliminated.

Because of the Austrian Ministry of Magic's tight security, the owls responsible for delivering the mail (the fifth-year purchasing list) were unable to enter and had to be handed over by Dumbledore. This was the second time Dumbledore had voluntarily appeared at Nurmengard Castle.

Grindelwald sat on the steps of the stairs as always, looking down at the crowd below, and said, "Although your knowledge, magic, and combat skills far surpass those of ordinary adult wizards, and are stronger than most of those useless Aurors."

Grindelwald never misses a chance to diss the Aurors; his resentment towards them runs deep.

Then he emphasized, "But this is just the beginning. To truly powerful wizards, you are merely stepping into the realm of magic, still very inexperienced."

"Never become complacent because of a little achievement; always maintain the utmost reverence for magic."

"Remember, the path of the demonic is endless."

Grindelwald's farewell was very understated; he simply gave a few words of explanation and that was it.

"Dumbledore, if possible, let them come over during the next holiday as well."

Grindelwald's voice rang in Dumbledore's ears, who still had his back to him.

The wizarding world also has methods for transmitting information without speaking, but the distance cannot be too far, and most wizards cannot learn them.

"It seems you're quite satisfied with them."

Dumbledore replied, still showing no intention of turning around.

As for the Austrian Ministry of Magic only allowing a one-week stay, their opinion isn't actually that important, but it's still polite to inquire.

Grindelwald sent another note, and they would surely agree.

Otherwise, if Grindelwald escapes, it will be a time for a massive reshuffling of Austrian magic, and they will be willing to grant each other's every request in order to protect their own hats.

"The three little guys are really quite interesting."

"Dursley, Potter, Granger?"

"No, it's Dursley, Potter, and Longbottom. Of course, Granger is also excellent, but her talent in spells is more outstanding, so she's not quite a good fit for my system."

Dumbledore was somewhat surprised by Grindelwald's answer.

Although Longbottom was excellent, she could not compare to Granger. In terms of academic performance, Granger was second only to Dudley. Even she herself thought many of her papers were good. Professor McGonagall cherished her as a student and almost regarded her as her successor.

In comparison, Longbottom's academic performance was only average, at best at Cedric's level. However, his herbalism was quite good, and Pomona (Headmistress of Hufflepuff) had mentioned to him more than once that Longbottom should transfer to another house.

Well, just excellent.

A new unit of measurement has been introduced – the Cedric.

"Albus."

If it were Dumbledore right after the falling out, he certainly wouldn't have agreed to be addressed that way, but now it doesn't matter.

When Dumbledore's name was called, Grindelwald fell silent and did not utter a word until Dumbledore left.

He was worried, even afraid, that if he spoke out, it wouldn't be allowed.

This is about a third future.

Before leaving, Dudley walked up to Grindelwald, took something out of his pocket—a silver Den Den Mushi. Unlike the other Den Den Mushi, which were either dozing off or fast asleep, this Den Den Mushi had a pair of bright, piercing eyes.

"Professor, this is for you."

He handed the Den Den Mushi to Grindelwald, and the Mushi stared at him with its big, curious eyes.

"Why are you giving me this?"

"For easy contact."

"Can I ask you for help anytime if I encounter any problems?"

"Are you kidding me? Once you start asking questions, you never stop."

Just as Grindelwald was about to say something to refuse, Dudley made a proposal that he couldn't refuse.

"There's one in the principal's office too, and it's gold."

"This makes communication much easier, much better than using an owl or anything like that."

What else could he say?

Of course, I just silently accepted it.

For no other reason than that answering students' questions is a professor's basic responsibility.

(End of this chapter)