I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 58 Side Story – The Tower and Their Promise

"If this knot in my heart can't be untied!"

"It's like a nightmare, it's always haunting you."

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Paris, 1984.

It was drizzling.

A street rife with conspiracy.

Inside a cheap red tent, an old woman with almost no teeth was staring at a crystal with her cloudy eyes.

It was a cheap crystal, not even a perfectly round shape.

Through the dappled halo of light, you can see that its core is full of bubbles.

She was dressed as a gypsy woman and looked like a street performer or a vaudeville performer.

If we disregard her age.

"In 1982, you found a child on a bench outside the Church of Saint-Gervais-Saint-Prote."

On the other side of the crystal sat a man who was not young either.

His hair was gray, and his forehead was covered with white patches. His eyes were deep-set and thin, as if he hadn't eaten a full meal in a long time.

His whole body exuded an aura of weakness.

It's really worrying that he might wander into some alley, suddenly collapse, and leave this world in a hurry.

"Children?" The old woman seemed to have sharp hearing despite her advanced age. "There are many. In the past two years, there have been many cases of children being abandoned everywhere."

"Honestly, if you don't want to raise them, then control your lower body! You're just causing trouble for others."

"The Sphinx Orphanage is just two kilometers away. All the abandoned children here are sent there."

"Thank you!" The man slowly stood up. Although his clothes were covered in mud, it could not hide his pride.

"Mr. Grindelwald, are you going to gather your old troops?"

Just as the man waved and opened a corner of the tent, the old man behind him suddenly spoke.

"You—" Although Grindelwald was not afraid, he couldn't help but look at the woman with more vigilance.

"Don't worry, sir." The old woman suddenly opened her eyes wide, her pupils almost invisible, her white pupils barely visible. "You have liberated me and us in America."

"I will never be your enemy."

"You—the adopted daughter of that nun who advocates for wizards to harm Muggles?" Grindelwald did not sense any magical aura from the person in front of him.

He didn't do much in the United States.

That was the only thing that could directly affect Muggles.

"I hate this identity."

"If you're going to get back on your feet, you'll need just a little help. Our people—"

"No need," he said coldly.

I was wrong before.

As he spoke, Grindelwald pitched the tent and stepped into the rain.

He let the cold, heavy rain soak his clothes and hat.

"Right now, I just want to make amends to my followers."

A bitter, salty smell wafted in the wind; that smell was called regret.

"The tower will never break its promise to them!"

(End of this chapter)