Chapter 189 Sitting and chatting
The shop opposite Hermione's clinic, and Arthur's workshop on the top floor has been cleared out. Arthur moved his territory to Hogsmeade a long time ago, so this place was empty and arranged. A new office.
A guy whose body shape is somewhat similar to old Wald, but whose face looks older than Wald, is sitting on the boss's chair behind the desk, with his legs together on the table.
His hair is gray, his skin is full of wrinkles, and he has a pair of strange-colored eyes.
Dumbledore looked up at him, silently exited and closed the door, leaving space for them.
Pulling his legs back, the old guy glanced at the four people in front of him with somewhat cloudy eyes: "You should know who I am, so I won't talk nonsense. Good evening, Mr. Langley, Miss Langley, Granger Miss, and…should I call you Miss Coleman or Mrs. Langley?”
Esther smiled sweetly: "You can feel free to do whatever you want. You can call me whatever you want. You are Mr. Walder's friend, so you can just call me Esther."
"Okay, Esther, please take a seat, and so will you."
Several people found a seat and sat down. Grindelwald stared at Hermione closely for a while, until he looked a little uncomfortable, and then said: "Glen said that you look like me in some places, where is it? "
Hermione heard what Walder said about this, and she immediately replied: "With the control of my emotions, I can maintain my sanity even if I get angry again."
Grindelwald nodded clearly: "I see... You are very good. Did he teach you my magic?"
Hermione didn't say anything, and directly summoned a ball of fire that was so light that it could almost be said to be white and circled the entire room. Then she glanced at Marne, who popped up a ball of flame and swallowed up the fire. Received it back.
"Bang bang..." He clapped his hands: "What a terrifying ability... I have seen you angry, that huge flaming lion, even just looking at it can make people frightened."
"Old Walder is recording again?"
He stretched out two fingers and made a gesture in front of his eyes: "I can see many, many things, more than you can imagine."
Ma En asked curiously: "Then did you think you would fail when you saw it?"
"Of course, I can even see clearly how Dumbledore defeated me... You want to ask me why I still fight even though I know I will fail?"
Mann nodded.
"Child, you have to know one thing. It is very interesting to fight against your own destiny and against the whole world. Wizards are also human beings. People will die. Why not die for your ideals."
Marn also wanted to ask whether Walder's matter was successful, but after thinking about it, he forgot it. There are some things where being too curious is not a good thing. He instead said: "Mr. Grindelwald, can you see my future?" Well, you said just now that you have seen my flaming lion form, but what about the others?"
"I've seen it, but I haven't seen it either. Your destiny is always changing, even changing every second, and... you can affect others... such as her," Grindelwald pointed at Esther and said, " She was supposed to be dead before she showed up, but she's still alive, and the reason... seems to be because you need it? Weird logic."
Marn didn't understand, but before he could ask, Grindelwald waved his hand: "But that's not important. She is still alive as a result, and that's enough."
"Then you said you wanted to call us today. What's the matter?"
"What's the matter...I haven't thought of anything yet, I just want to meet you...the mysterious person...the madman...the being...their relationship with you is very close...you are very strange, Marne Langley. "
"I can not understand what you say."
"You will understand it one day in the future, but by that time I am already dead. This time it is the death of my body."
Ma En suddenly understood why he could be friends with Wald. These two old men even talked in the same way to fool around. God knows how many times old Wald said to him, "You will know in the future." sentence.
Grindelwald seemed to have lost interest in them, and Marn also knew that he would never get any answers from him. He chatted a few words of nonsense in a dazed manner and planned to leave the room.
"You guys go outside and wait for me for a while. I have a little thing to ask Mr. Grindelwald." Margaery turned around and said to the three of them with a smile.
Ma En nodded and had no intention of asking. People always have their own little secrets.
Pushing open the door to the conference room on the top floor, Dumbledore was happily chatting with Fox in a small teahouse not far away. Marn was a little worried and began to wonder if the old man had become demented after suddenly becoming idle.
"professor?"
"Huh? Oh, you guys are out." Dumbledore adjusted his glasses and looked around, only finding three people: "It seems that Miss Langley has something to ask him."
"Yes."
"By the way, Ma En, apart from you, do any other little wizards know what your big lion looks like?"
"No, what's wrong?"
"That's good, I have arranged a project for you in the competition after the holiday."
"Can I compete?"
"No, just a prop."
"..."
Too lazy to talk to him, the three of them wandered around the entire magical building.
There are far fewer people in this place than in the past. Occasionally, people come back in a hurry and leave immediately after finishing their business. Wald is not here, and Tracy is not here either. She probably left with Wald.
It wasn't until lunch was about to begin that Margaery walked out of the conference room. She didn't know what she said, but she looked very satisfied.
"Okay, it's almost time to go back...Professor, do you want to come with us?"
"I still have something to do, you go back first."
Ma En called Patrick over and left here with a few girls.
After Dumbledore sent them away, he let Fox play for a while, opened the door to the conference room, looked at the old guy and said, "Long time no see, Gellert."
"Didn't we meet just now? We met two days ago, and we met two days ago."
"What I mean is that no one else will disturb you, just you and me, sitting and chatting alone."
Grindelwald was silent for a while, "Yes, decades."
"You finally walked out of the prison." Dumbledore looked at him and said slowly.
Grindelwald sneered: "He let me out, not me. Otherwise, do you think you can still see me?"
"But Gran always thought that I was the one who imprisoned you."
"Yes, I made him think so. That way he would feel better."