novelsmap Chapter 82 1.10
Chapter 82 1.10
The "Daily Prophet" that was thrown on the table was flipped open due to the airflow caused by the action, revealing a series of articles on the Muggle threat theory.The Dark Lord stared at the newspapers and asked, "What do you mean by telling me this?"
Grindelwald put one hand on the stone table, leaned forward slightly, and made an aggressive posture: "I see your recent trend, you also want to start a war, don't you?"
The Dark Lord narrowed his eyes in displeasure: "Don't you want to watch the wizarding world being swallowed by the torrent of the times, being discovered, defeated, and annexed after the rapid development of Muggle technology, and pleading for the slightest sympathy from the Muggle government?" , keep some kindling for the wizard?"
"Everyone will say the truth," Grindelwald shrugged, with a slight disdain in his tone, "every war initiator seems to have a very legitimate reason. But in essence? I was also the initiator of the war As I said just now, "Any war means the breaking and reorganization of classes and the redistribution of resources." Under aboveboard reasons, those that cannot be spoken are always self-evident ambitions." Junior, I have already played the routine you played.
The Dark Lord asked quickly, in a sharp tone: "Are you blaming me?"
"No, it's just an old man who has gone through a detour, trying to give you some experience." Grindelwald shook his head, slowed down his tone, and returned to a straight posture, "After all, drawing on the experience of the predecessors will Makes your way easier, doesn't it?"
"Then what is your experience?" The Dark Lord sneered, "Don't start a war?"
"Yes." Grindelwald stared into the Dark Lord's eyes, "The cost of the war is too great, and, once started, it is no longer controllable, no one can tell the direction of the war... I thought everything would be done. In the end, reality gave me a hard blow. You see, how smooth the start of Germany is! The beginning of the Blitzkrieg, Europe is almost under control, but it is a pity, didn’t it still fall into defeat in the end?”
The Dark Lord was silent for a while, then replied slowly: "I will learn from your experience."
"But you still want to start a war?" Grindelwald was keenly aware of the subtext of this sentence, and asked with raised eyebrows.
"This is my business." The Dark Lord snorted coldly, and countered, "The wizarding world needs to change, can you deny this?"
"I can't." Grindelwald said frankly. He spread his hands and made a helpless gesture, "I have to admit that the wizarding world really needs to change. But... there are many ways to change, and I hope you cherish every moment. The life of a wizard."
He added eloquently: "It's easy to physically eliminate other people, but you'll regret it."
The Dark Lord looked at him, scarlet eyes and azure eyes meeting each other, and an undercurrent surged between them.After staring at each other for a while, the Dark Lord turned his head slightly uncomfortably: "You took such pains to use the remaining saintly power to call me here, and you worked so hard to persuade me not to kill people, what is your reason?"
"Just sharing my experience," Grindelwald said, "I'm old and wanting nothing, and sharing my experience is all I can do."
"No Desires and Desires?" The Dark Lord repeated the word, as if he had heard some joke, that Desires and Desires would hang him to Nurmengard so painstakingly, and then talk to him No?
He snorted coldly, and said casually, "Is that so? What if I say that I have something that can ruin Dumbledore's reputation?"
Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, as if confused by this inexplicable and thoughtless sentence: "He's ruined, what does it matter to me?"
The Dark Lord laughed, and there was deep meaning in his eyes: "Really? That's not what I found. Shall I remind you? You also have an aunt who lives in Godric's Hollow, Bash Da Bagshot, the famous author of the History of Magic."
"Oh, my aunt, she must be very old." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes nostalgicly, deliberately ignoring the hint in the Dark Lord's words, "I haven't seen her for more than 40 years..."
"Let me make it more obvious," the Dark Lord knocked on the table impatiently, and directly revealed the answer, "In the summer of 1899, when you were 16 years old, you were expelled from school for maliciously hurting people's black arts experiments— — I heard you almost blew up half of Durmstrang? Tsk tsk. Then you came to your great-aunt's house in Godric's Hollow and happened to meet Albus Dumbledore who also lived there. Hey, Bar Cedar Bagshot introduced him to you, and it was said that you were 'two brilliant young men who hit it off like fire and a cauldron'."
He repeated Bathilda Bagshot's original words in a slightly mocking tone.Grindelwald's mouth tightened.
"Stop pretending," the Dark Lord who had the upper hand raised his eyebrows proudly at Grindelwald, "I know your story. I have read the letters you exchanged, and I even have the original letter in my hand. Dumbledore How did Lido write in the letter? 'Yes, we are empowered, yes, this ability gives us the power to rule', 'We strive to rule for the greater good'."
He repeated the main point, "'For the greater good', presumably Dumbledore's admirers would not have thought that Grindelwald's most well-known slogan was originally from his hand; Brilliant pearls—the victory over Grindelwald may actually be an act of two friends in essence?"
The cell was quiet for a while, and Grindelwald looked at the Dark Lord with a straight face. There seemed to be dark clouds gathering in his blue eyes, like the sky before a storm, full of thick haze.The Dark Lord, on the other hand, smiled lightly, with a relaxed look, and a tit-for-tat cunning in his crimson eyes.
They confronted each other for a while, and Grindelwald spoke, breaking the silence in the room: "This is not acting."
"This is not acting," he repeated emphatically, with a deep sense of melancholy appearing in his expression, "Albus...he really wanted to kill me and fought me."
"I know," the Dark Lord nodded, and sat back on the stone chair with ease, his black robe rippling in a comfortable arc, "I know, if you think about it, forcibly imprisoning a king at the peak in prison, breaking his Glory, restricting his freedom, letting history record him as a loser, is this something that friendship alone can do? No friendship can do it, let alone you have only been together for a few months."
"But," he said with a turn, and his tone became more relaxed, as if what he said was not a threat, but a casual chat between friends, "you know, the people are always stupid. , they will only believe that there is indeed a shady relationship between you and Dumbledore, and use their own imagination to blacken these things. At least, some things cannot be erased. After all, these letters were really written by Dumbledore , isn't it?"
"You're right. The public is the easiest to manipulate. Human psychology is a very subtle and brutal thing," Grindelwald sighed, and sat down as well. The wind between his actions brought the Daily Prophet After turning over a few more pages, a few lines of words "...Dumbledore seems to be really confused, even this kind of theory...".He stared at the leaden words in the newspaper, and added, "For example, you said that Dumbledore is an old fool in the Daily Prophet every day, and you said a lot. Many people must really believe it, no? Is it?"
"What do you think?" the Dark Lord asked directly.Such a simple question, still need to confirm?
Grindelwald laughed, turned back the newspapers casually, and stacked them into a neat stack.He turned back to the topic: "It seems that your intelligence ability is really good. You can dig out such a secret thing. How much do you know?"
The Dark Lord looked at him, and only uttered a few simple words: "More than you can imagine."
Regarding the Dark Lord's secrecy, Grindelwald clicked his tongue a few times, skipped over the question, and didn't delve into it carefully.He resumed his chin-supporting posture, half-gray blond hair hanging down from his ears, let out a laziness: "We got along for two months in the summer of 1899. We almost hit it off at first sight. There was so much to say...but the friendship died two months later. His sister died because of our quarrel. I still don't know if I killed her or Dumbledore killed her."
"Since that summer for more than 40 years, we have never met or passed letters again, until he sent me an invitation to a decisive battle in 1945. When we finally met, that was the decisive battle." Grindelwald said, right hand He casually drew circles on the table, his tone so indifferent as if nothing happened, "How can you think that something that can ruin Dumbledore's reputation can threaten me? Do you think there is any deep relationship between me and him?" You have to know, that meeting is already in the old calendar, so much time has passed, is there any deep feeling left behind?"
Out of the corner of the Dark Lord's eyes, he glanced at Grindelwald's right hand, which kept making small movements, and raised his eyebrows: "Really? Really?"
He paused, and answered the question directly: "But, you can't fool me—you love him."
Grindelwald couldn't help laughing: "Why do you think this kind of feeling is love? If you describe it accurately, hate is a more suitable word."
"He was at my peak," Grindelwald closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly, as if a shadow covered his face, "ruined my dreams, ruined my career, and forced me to be tortured for most of my life." Imprisoned in prison... how could I not hate him?"
"Besides, time will erase everything, let alone such a long time." Grindelwald opened his eyes, and there seemed to be nothing in the blue eyes, "If there was any emotion at first, it will fade now." gone."
The author has something to say: Because he loves GGAD and has no food, the first sub-CP identified in this article is GGAD.I love GG, but it’s a pity that GGAD is really difficult to write QAQ. After GG finished speaking, I really feel that there is no relationship between them... Let’s see how I get back tomorrow (I haven’t written tomorrow’s chapter, what should I do, can I get back together)
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The feeling of writing dialogues is amazing, every time I really feel that they are talking, I just record it, Mo Niang, Dark Lord, Juan Fu and GG, it feels like they are talking by themselves.Suddenly I understand what it feels like "the character is alive".
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Tomorrow, the sword will come out of the dungeon, and my liver is ready (I can’t believe I’m still updating it) (mainly because the anti-theft chapter is released and I have to write and update OTZ).
The knife account is 41/44, which is two short of Ou Duan and Ying Wan.I really think I am so European!
And colleagues who especially want to write about swords, just around the corner