Chapter 28 28: The obsession of fanatics
With Ian’s departure.
The messy bookstore has regained its undisturbed tranquility.
The sunset gradually sets.
The sky is dyed with orange-red tenderness, and the earth has quietly changed into the gorgeous clothes of night. Aurora Grindelwald turned on the light and continued reading the notebook titled "Analysis and Research of Runes".
The interplay of light and shadow between the bookshelves.
From time to time there will be a subtle sound of pages turning in the store.
Although the Germanic girl told Ian that the bookstore owner Kraft would be back soon, his figure did not appear until late at night when the stars dotted the night.
“Ka~”
As night falls.
The door of the bookstore has been closed by Aurora. The old man pushed the door open and entered, gently taking off the old hat on his head. The brim of the hat still had some wrinkles left by the dust and breeze outside.
"Miss, haven't you rested yet?"
The bookstore owner Kraft's tone was quite respectful, and it didn't seem like the attitude that an elder should have at all. With some unconcealable fatigue.
“It’s still early.”
Aurora did not raise her head. She read the notes spread out on her legs and spoke in a slightly curious tone.
"Besides, I also want to know what message my grandfather sent you, so that you ran out in a panic and came back in the middle of the night with a tired expression."
Faced with this As the heir of the Grindelwald family, Kraft just pursed his lips and shook his head, and did not answer the answer Aurora hoped to get.
“There are some things that you shouldn’t touch yet.”
This was actually Aurora’s expected answer.
Her expression and concentration did not change, and she continued to study the books on her knees.
"It's natural to be tired. The other saints and I are basically old and no longer as energetic as we were when we were young... I don't know if we still have time to see the day when our ideals are realized."
Craft sighed heavily, slowly took off his heavy robe, and hung it on the hanger at the door.
Even such a simple action made him breathe faster and gasp.
“My talent is not as dazzling as my grandfather’s, nor am I as ambitious as my grandfather. If you place your hopes on me, it will only make you die in silence in the end, which will only increase your regrets and disappointments.”
< br>Aurora raised her head.
Staring at Kraft with her strange-colored eyes.
Craft felt a trance.
For a moment.
He thought that he had finally returned to the past, the time when dreams and passion coexisted... It was a pity that Aurora's words brought him back to reality.
Everything is over.
Great leaders lose their freedom.
The infinitely brilliant saints have also become candles in the wind.
"No, it won't be like that."
Craft was not annoyed, but spoke firmly.
“Your grandfather believed that you could complete his unfinished business, and that you would be better than him. He has already paved the way for you, and you will succeed under our protection.”
Kraft's voice was filled with enthusiasm.
Aurora fell silent.
She wanted to refute.
Just.
She knows it too.
For the saints.
My grandfather is almost synonymous with faith.
Don’t call it a refutation.
Even a slight disapproval will lead to resistance from the saints.
“Don’t you think it’s a little cruel to hand over such a heavy burden to a child?” Aurora sighed slightly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
"Being able to say such words already shows that you are no longer a child." Craft lowered his voice in response, and his attitude was full of humility from beginning to end.
Nothing more.
This humility stems not from loyalty to Aurora, but from loyalty to Aurora's grandfather.
"With the surname Grindelwald on your back, you have been destined to undertake an unusual mission since your birth." This is a heavy statement, but it is indeed a fact that cannot deceive oneself.
Aurora understands this too.
"I don't think I can lead you to rise."
Aurora spoke seriously.
Craft chuckled and didn't care.
"Lord Grindelwald has seen that kind of future, and for us saints, that is enough." Kraft's cloudy eyes looked unusually bright.
That light.
It's probably called hope.
"Perhaps the self-imprisonment he is experiencing now and the pain he endured in the past are all paving the way for you and deceiving Dumbledore for the greater good!"
This is a fanatic.
They can always comfort themselves with a seemingly harmonious "reasonable" explanation for some things that are difficult for them to accept. Aurora knew she couldn't change Kraft's mind.
Just like.
Over the past ten years.
She can't change the same as other saints who "grew up with" her.
Sometimes, Aurora really admired her grandfather. She could not imagine what kind of personal charm could make a group of people remain loyal to him after he disappeared for so many years. I still believe that he still has the power of a god.
“Let’s talk about something else.”
Aurora didn't want to comment too much on why her grandfather was imprisoned.
She has only seen him three or four times so far.
Powerful, elegant, gentle.
This is Aurora's deepest impression of Gellert Grindelwald.
As for family love...
"Hasn't Dumbledore agreed to my application for admission?"
Aurora changed the subject.
"Dumbledore is a hateful guy, but now that we are on his territory, you should still maintain some semblance of respect for your future headmaster."
Kraft reminded him seriously, and then responded with a very firm tone. , "Don't worry, you don't have to worry about not being able to enroll in Hogwarts."
"Although we don't think this school is qualified to train you, your grandfather wants you to be here. Study, then Dumbledore will not be an obstacle to your admission."
"That damn guy will finally agree."
Craft would gnash his teeth at the mention of Dumbledore.
About this.
Similar crux can be found in almost any saint.
Aurora is used to it.
"That's good."
She lowered her head again and read the notes in her hand.
The whole bookstore returned to silence.
Craft raised his wand to clean his coat. Then, as he was about to walk to the back room, he caught a glimpse of the three rune textbooks that were still stacked on the counter.
“Has that little boy been here?”
Kraft picked up the three books and took a look at them with great interest. There were not many signs of reading. It seemed that the three books had not been read for long after they were bought.
“He’s here to sell books.”
Aurora answered concisely.
"That's a cunning kid, much smarter than his peers. You weren't deceived by him, were you?" Kraft threw the three books in the direction of the bookshelf.
“Pala~”
No magical guidance.
Craft's "shooting" accuracy is indeed somewhat poor.
All three books fell to the ground.
Craft didn’t even have the thought or thought to cast a spell to save it.
Aurora looked up thoughtfully.
"I gave him a gold coin."
Her voice was not much different from her usual speech. It was young and crisp, and her mood was stable.
“I didn’t expect, I didn’t expect that you could actually trick that cunning brat!”
Hearing this, Kraft couldn’t help but glanced at Aurora in surprise, and then laughed. He opened his mouth from ear to ear, raised his dry arm and gave Aurora a thumbs up.
“I think he’s pretty good. He said he wants to be my friend.”
Aurora's cold face did not show any expression, but she, who liked to read on her knees, picked up the entire notebook and read it.
“Huh?”
Craft didn’t notice anything unusual. He was focused on another thing.
"Does that brat know your identity, Miss?"
The smile on Kraft's face has disappeared, replaced by a kind of vigilance with narrowed eyes.
"Yes."
Aurora raised her notes a little higher.
"We exchanged names, his name is Ian Prince."
The girl's tone was as calm as ever.
"Oh, it seems he is a Muggle-born wizard."
Kraft frowned slightly.
It is not that he doubts Aurora's communication skills, but that Aurora's grandfather has already made the surname "Grindelwald" awe-inspiring in the hearts of wizards.
Grindelwald may not be as scary as Voldemort, but if you are a young wizard from a wizarding family, you will definitely not know the meaning behind this surname.
“His parents are both wizards.”
The girl suddenly corrected her.
Kraft was slightly startled.
"Is this what you saw?"
Craft's eyes fell on Aurora's eyes.
There was fanaticism in his eyes again.
"He knew what Grindelwald meant, and..."
Aurora recalled the conversation Ian had with her during the day before he left. She lowered her head and re-read her notes while speaking in a calm tone that was not surprising.
"He said he wanted to be the Dark Lord."
(End of Chapter)