Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 412, Section 406: Voldemort, You're Pathetic.

Grindelwald's profound magic even tempted Voldemort to recruit him.

unfortunately

He was facing Grindelwald, the man who nearly overturned the entire world order.

"You want to know the secret of the Elder Wand?" Grindelwald asked.

Voldemort, thinking he was interested, quickly said, "Yes, tell me its secret, how can I obtain it!"

His eyes made no attempt to conceal his greed for the Elder Wand.

"You're so pathetic."

As Grindelwald spoke, he looked at Voldemort with a pitying gaze. Although Voldemort was perhaps the most powerful wizard he had ever seen, more powerful than himself, the Obscurials, or Dumbledore, it did not prevent him from saying so.

"You have lost your way in the pursuit of power."

"Pitiful?" Voldemort's face immediately contorted with malice upon hearing this, and his tone turned sinister: "Nonsense! I am Voldemort, the Dark Lord who inspires fear in all, the most powerful dark wizard in the world."

He spoke very loudly, as if he were deliberately emphasizing it.

"I'm pitiful? I think you're the one who should be pitiful. The wizard who almost changed the landscape of the magical world is now trapped in this dark and gloomy little room, and will only be able to die alone in the end."

Grindelwald paid no attention to Voldemort's words and listened as he continued.

"Perhaps you are very powerful, but right now you are just a puppet manipulated by fate. Just like your reluctance to show your real name, you have been trying to hide yourself while doing everything you can to strengthen yourself, just like a hermit crab changing its shell again and again to cover up the weakness in your heart."

As he spoke, one of Grindelwald's eyes gradually turned a different color, which meant that his prophetic ability to see fragments of the future had been activated again.

"But no matter how hard you try, the final result will be the same."

He had already seen several futures of Voldemort, all of which ended in failure.

Dudley, Harry, Neville, or even Dumbledore could all kill him.

As if ordained by fate, no matter what the process was like, no matter what efforts Voldemort made, the result was always the same, as if it were ordained by heaven that he would always encounter his nemesis.

Voldemort, who instilled fear in wizards through slaughter and spread terror throughout the wizarding world, was actually the one most afraid of death.

He desperately sought immortality, trying everything from Horcruxes and the blood of a cursed unicorn to dangerous magical transformations, attempting to extend his lifespan in every possible way.

All his pursuits ultimately came to nothing, making him look like a complete clown.

"You're so pitiful. Death isn't scary at all."

Grindelwald's heterochromatic right eye emitted a faint silver glow, making him look like a charlatan: "That's just another unknown journey."

As a wizard, one should not only fear death, but also face it with equanimity, which is not terrible.

However, Grindelwald's repeated words, each one piercing to the heart, had already caused Voldemort to lose his already dwindling patience.

"I'll ask you one more time, tell me the secret of the Elder Wand."

Voldemort's face remained cold, even though Grindelwald was now telling him that even if he got the information he wanted, it might still be an Avada Kedavra curse.

It was obvious that Voldemort's defenses had been broken.

"You can kill me. You can do it anytime."

Grindelwald smiled, slowly turned his body around again, facing the window, and looked into the distance, where Hogwarts was located.

"But if you want me to tell you about your next life, then..."

Grindelwald's attitude thoroughly enraged Voldemort, who pointed his wand at Grindelwald's back.

"Avada Kedavra, eating a giant melon!"

A bright light burst forth from the tip of the wand, and the dark green beam struck Grindelwald in the back without any doubt.

With a thud, Grindelwald collapsed to the ground. The wizard who had once dominated the world and nearly changed its course decades ago gradually lost focus, his pupils turned gray, and his bodily functions began to fail completely until he lay still and ceased to live.

Voldemort turned around and left the room without looking back.

"You think you're the only one who knows the Elder Wand's secret?"

"Even if you don't tell me, I'll find the answer."

Voldemort spoke to himself as if trying to comfort himself.

However, he was right this time. Both the wizard who had once possessed the wand and the wandmaker who claimed to have made wands before Christ knew the secret of the Elder Wand, so they were all Voldemort's targets.

The Death Eaters who came with him followed closely behind Voldemort like quails, not daring to breathe loudly, for fear that if they displeased him, a green light would sweep over their heads.

Just as Voldemort and his men left Nurmengard Castle.

With a deafening roar, flames illuminated the entire sky, and the entire Nurmengard Castle began to collapse, soon leaving only ruins.

Death Eaters

It's unclear how much time passed, but a few pieces of stone fell from the ruins, and a figure with gray hair emerged from them.

Who else could this be but Grindelwald, who was "killed" by Voldemort?

Grindelwald clapped his hands as if nothing had happened, then waved his wand to clean the dust off his clothes. He could do whatever he wanted, but he had to maintain his composure.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!"

Suddenly, a strange sound came from Grindelwald's pocket, and then a silvery-white snail crawled out. It was a Den Den Mushi (snail phone) calling.

Grindelwald answered it, and Dudley's voice came through.

"Ready for a new life, Professor Gellert?"

"Since it's a new life, why keep using the old name?" Grindelwald asked, seemingly in a good mood.

"Excuse me, Professor, I should address you as—Minister Fudge."

"Yes, from today onwards, I am Fudge."

The next second, Grindelwald's face and body began to slowly deform, and soon Fudge's distinctive short and stout appearance appeared on the spot.

Polyjuice Potion is the most perfect disguise, capable of restoring 100% of the body's details except for memories. However, this is a magical world, and there are other ways to transform. Moreover, Polyjuice Potion needs to be replenished every hour. The real Fudge has already passed away, so we can't keep carrying his corpse around and plucking his fur.

Fortunately, Grindelwald has the ability to change his appearance at will (he is not Disguise Magus).

This is the effect of a pure Transfiguration Charm. When one's mastery of Transfiguration Charms reaches a certain level, it can achieve the same effect as Disguise Magus.

(End of this chapter)