Chapter 382 Grindelwald’S Prophecy, Wayne’S Notebook

Chapter 382 Grindelwald’S Prophecy, Wayne’S Notebook

[Albus asked me to look for traces of Voldemort. I failed, but I accidentally saw you and me fighting in Durmstrang and destroying half of the campus. 】

[Boy, don't tell Dumbledore this, I'm afraid he will kill someone and silence him. 】

After reading just a few words, Wayne's expression became uncertain.

The amount of information in Grindelwald's message is too great.

The two of them would fight at Durmstrang, indicating that the two sides were in a state of hostility at that time.

And the most important thing is...Grindelwald was actually released?

The last sentence, don't tell Dumbledore, just put him on the fire.

Do you want to say it?

And...are Grindelwald's words really credible?

Did he really see that scene happen, or was it a trap left by deliberately sowing discord?

Wayne doesn't know any of this.

For a moment, he found himself in a dilemma.

Nurmengard Tower.

Different from the bustle of Hogwarts, even on Christmas Eve, this prison that exists only for one person is still deserted, and even less crowded than before.

Because even the squib guards responsible for guarding the tower left the tower and went home to reunite with their relatives.

Perhaps it is because in these decades, Grindelwald has never shown a tendency to escape from prison.

Or maybe it's because the original group of wizards who knew his horror have gradually faded out of society, and people have forgotten what "great achievements" this old man once made.

In short, the countries responsible for guarding Grindelwald gradually relaxed their vigilance, and only waited until Grindelwald died, then abandoned this place.

On top of the tower, there was only a weak candlelight in one room.

The outside world was covered with snow, and Grindelwald sat at the broken wooden table, slowly eating the Christmas dinner that Dumbledore brought two days ago.

"That boy should have received my letter, right?"

He muttered to himself, estimating the time.

Unlike Wayne who thought it was complicated, Grindelwald's reason for writing this letter was very simple.

Just because...

He found it amusing.

It's so simple and simple.

Not long ago, Dumbledore came over and asked him to help find Voldemort through prophecy. Although he said no, Grindelwald still took the risk and tried it.

Two years ago, a strange change occurred in the world, and Grindelwald discovered that his ability to predict was getting worse and worse.

In the past, it was easy to see many scenes of the future, but now it is more than ten times more difficult, and the risk of being counterattacked has greatly increased.

Moreover, Voldemort also placed an extremely evil curse on his name, so he failed.

But it’s not without unexpected gains.

Grindelwald was also curious as to why the scene he saw happened, or why it was possible.

The future he saw was only the one with a higher probability of happening among countless futures, and it was not absolute.

Grindelwald couldn't figure it out, so he simply wrote a letter to Wayne to see if the kid knew the reason.

He specifically told Wayne not to tell Dumbledore because he was afraid of irritating Lao Deng and affecting the probability of this happening in the future.

When Grindelwald finished the last piece of cold bread, the temperature in the room suddenly rose.

A ball of fire appeared in the sky, and a radiant phoenix flew out from the flames.

Grindelwald did not show surprise.

On the contrary, it feels normal.

It is estimated that after Wayne read the letter, he sent his bird over to investigate the situation.

But the next second, Grindelwald was stunned.

The young man's voice came from Feng Wang's mouth.

"Old Ge, what kind of devil are you trying to do? What does that letter mean?"

Grindelwald's cloudy eyes widened slightly and he stared at the bird's beak, thinking that his ears were hallucinating.

Snap!

Phoenix King... no, Wayne waved his wings and gave him a blow.

"say."

Grindelwald covered his face, "Lawrence boy, is it really you?"

He didn't react for a while.

"It's just a little trick. My real body is still in Hogwarts, and the Phoenix King has a trace of my spiritual power.

"Stop talking nonsense and explain clearly quickly. Don't force me to fight with you now.

"Mr. Grindelwald, you don't want to be unable to write to your old lover in the future, do you?"

Wayne was very impatient when he spoke. He had just been thinking for a long time and couldn't figure out Grindelwald's true thoughts, so he simply stopped thinking and handed everything over to the wand.

If Grindelwald really had a plan on his head, even if the two had a good friendship, this beating would definitely be inevitable.

Grindelwald looked at Phoenix speechlessly: "How can I answer if you don't ask?"

"This question is too broad, please ask carefully."

"Well, that letter is either lying to me or a prophecy.

"Every word is true." Grindelwald answered with great certainty.

King Feng's eyes were like daggers, and when he looked directly into those turbid pupils, the flames on his body became even hotter.

He didn't speak for a long time.

With Grindelwald's methods, even five times the powerful Veritaserum may not be able to get the real answer. Wayne trusts his own telepathy and intuition.

He could feel that Grindelwald was not lying.

"Why not tell Dumbledore."

Grindelwald raised his hand, and a magic beam appeared in the room.

"With my ability to predict, what I see is never the future that is destined to happen, but countless branch lines. There may be hundreds or thousands of them, or maybe only two or three."

As he explained, the magic beam also began to branch, one of which was the thickest with two eyes.

Grindelwald pointed with his hand: "This is the picture I saw, and it is also the most likely result."

"But if I interfere wantonly, or attract Dumbledore's attention, maybe the future will change."

"Then why did you tell me?" Wayne asked.

Grindelwald said playfully: "Just follow your heart, maybe this is the right thing to do."

"Although there is very little information, I have a hunch that if I am released, I will definitely have something to do with you."

Feng Wang rolled his cute little eyes: "Who are you fooling? I'm sick, so let you out and let you lead Ichi and Ma to fight again?"

Hearing Wayne's unabashed ridicule, Grindelwald looked sad: "I won't do that."

"I already lost decades ago, and it's even less likely to succeed now."

The technological development in the Muggle world is changing with each passing day, and all kinds of terrifying and destructive weapons are emerging in endlessly.

If a war really breaks out, there will only be one outcome - he and the great wizards like Dumbledore slaughter the top Muggles, and wizards will be declared extinct from a racial level.

Even if there are remnants who survive, they will only be completely integrated into the Muggle world, and it will take several generations to completely forget their original identity as wizards.

Wayne reluctantly believed Grindelwald's explanation.

He still had many doubts as to why the two of them would fight, and why they were still fighting in Durmstrang.

In this regard, even Grindelwald himself could not give a more detailed explanation. He only saw so many pictures and the information content was too little.

Wayne was a little unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it, because Grindelwald really said everything.

Just as he was about to leave, Grindelwald stopped him, with a glint in his eyes.

"Lawrence, can you give me your magic?"

The next day, Christmas.

Wayne slept until after nine o'clock, and then woke up with an exclamation of 'Fuck, WTF'.

"What's the noise about?" Wayne sat up speechlessly and looked at the two yelling roommates:

"What time did you two come back yesterday? How could you be so energetic?"

"No, look." Toby pointed at the gift package that almost flooded the room.

Some even ended up in his bed with Norman.

Except for a few belonging to both of them, the rest were all Christmas gifts from Wayne.

"Normal." Wayne yawned and got out of bed, pushed aside the packages beside the bed, then took out his suitcase and put them all away.

"My Christmas gifts are getting more and more every year, and I guess these are not all."

Wayne was right. Throughout the morning, owls kept flying to Hufflepuff's lounge and dormitory, dropping off his packages and making all the little badgers look stupid.

This was their first Christmas with Wayne, and it was also their first time to see how popular Wayne was.

However, Toby and No!’s focus is indeed somewhat different.

Tom watched with pain as Wayne put away the gifts one after another, and also took out the one he and Norman had prepared:

"If I had known better, I wouldn't have bought you this expensive one..."

Wayne smiled and thanked him, took it, and opened it to see that it was a PS game console that was just released this year.

It's no wonder that the two of them are in pain. The price of this game console is as high as 250 pounds, and their pocket money is probably almost spent.

Small world in a suitcase.

The piles of gifts were being opened one by one. Because the workload was so heavy, Wayne had to call in helpers.

Sakura and Tomoyo were in charge of opening the gifts, while Hermione and Qiu were doing statistics with quills.

Although it is very tedious and boring, the joy of opening the blind box makes the girls enjoy it.

"Eh? It's actually a gold chain?"

Sakura exclaimed, taking out a gold necklace from a gorgeous box.

She weighed it and was even more surprised: "It weighs about two or three kilograms.

Then she looked at the sender's name on the box and read out: "Lucius Malfoy?"

Hermione, who was in charge of recording, was also stunned: "Malfoy's father?"

"He gave you such an expensive gift, there isn't any conspiracy, right?"

Although Hermione did not form an iron triangle with Harry and Ronald, she still had no good impression of Malfoy.

This person is completely a standard Slytherin and looks down upon students from any other house.

Even if he was polite to her, it was only because of Wayne.

Hermione can guarantee that if she was just an ordinary student and not with Wayne, she would have been called a Mudblood.

"Maybe Mr. Malfoy wanted to thank me for educating his son so well." Wayne took the necklace in his hand, played with it for a moment, and then threw it to Jerry.

Jerry happily put it into his belly.

The big gold chain was too tacky, and had the aura of a nouveau riche, which did not match his old money at all.

After the interlude, the girls continued to open the packages and make statistics.

There are really too many people who give gifts to Wayne, including school students, seniors who have graduated, old men and women who want to curry favor with him and get the water of life [some pen pals in academia.

After four years, Wayne has friends all over the world.

Several people worked together, but it took two hours after lunch to finish all the statistics.

"I'm really exhausted." Qiu rubbed her sore wrists. How could Wayne let her continue to work? He stretched out his hand to hold

Stay and give her a massage.

"thanks everyone."

"I'm okay." Furong also came over to help. She asked with some confusion: "Why are you making such detailed statistics?"

"Of course to see who didn't give me a gift."

Wayne looked at the pile of parchment in front of him, which had densely written names and gifts from them.

"Help me screen and see how many people in the school have not given me gifts.

"Well, forget it, just second graders, I'm not too familiar with them, focus on Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

The girls were stunned.

Hermione couldn't stand it anymore: "So you spent so much energy just to see who didn't give you a Christmas gift?"

"Of course not." Wayne shook his head solemnly with a sincere expression: "They didn't give me a gift. 930 That means they didn't treat me as a friend. There must be something I didn't do well."

"I will take more care of them in the future."

Several people heard the implication, and the expressions on their faces could no longer be controlled.

How narrow-minded is this man...?

After another hour, Hermione and the others helped Wayne compile the statistics.

There were only two students in Hufflepuff who did not give him gifts, one was Zachary Smith, and the other was a senior who was about to graduate from seventh grade.

Wayne understands his situation, not because the relationship between the two is not good, but because the situation in his family is quite special and he neither gives nor accepts gifts from others every year.

As for Slytherin...he was a little dissatisfied.

A total of twenty-four people.

He copied these names into his notebook one by one, many of which were familiar surnames.

Seeing that he actually prepared a small notebook, the girls were dumbfounded.

Even Hermione, who has been with Wayne for the longest time, doesn't understand why he takes such a trivial matter so seriously.

After everything was sorted out, Gardevoir also prepared dinner.

After eating, they prepared to go to Hogsmeade to watch tonight's fireworks show. Looking at the excited Sakura, Wayne asked funnyly: "Having been playing like this all day, the secret inside the golden egg has been solved."

Yet?"

Sakura's expression froze and she rolled her eyes at the boy.

"Don't talk about these disappointing topics during the holidays, such as golden eggs. Let's talk about it after school starts."

Seeing Sakura acting like a rogue, Tomoyo covered his mouth and snickered.

Except for the noise she heard the day she took it back, Sakura has never touched a golden egg in such a long time.

Furong blinked confidently, and seemed to have obtained a clue.

After watching several people leave, a Japanese dog sniffed out of Wayne's pocket.

Unlike Jerry, this Sniff is much thinner and has a less bulging belly.

An old voice came from Xiu Xiu's mouth: "Is this your daily life, spending all day among women?"

"Envy?" Wayne asked.

"I'm so envious!" Xiu Xiu snorted: "What's good about women, a real man should..."

"Stop it." Wayne pinched his mouth: "Old Ge, if you disgust me again, I will send you back."

After saying that, he threw Xiu directly to the ground.

"You are such a bastard." Xiu Xiu said angrily, "Go back as soon as you go back. You are not as comfortable as I am in Nurmengard.'

"It's up to you." Wayne nodded nonchalantly and threw Xiu Xiu out: "King Feng will send you back. I have to make up lessons for Harry, so I won't accompany you."

"Wait." Xiu Xiu straightened up and looked at the boy with his small eyes.

"You're going to meet Harry Potter?"

"There is only one Harry in the school, who else could it be?"

"Take me with you."