Chapter 186 185: The giant thing died tragically! The Secret of Malfoy!
Grindelwald's words echoed in the office.
Serious expression.
Serious tone.
As a powerful prophet, there are few secrets that cannot be known, but the things surrounding Ian have become increasingly making him feel that his talent is gradually losing its effect.
This is not fatal.
But it made the former wizard leader very confused and curious. In fact, he always knew that there was some secret between Ian and Dumbledore that he had noticed but had not yet fully revealed.
Always.
Grindelwald didn't care too much about this. He felt that he had time to slowly see through the fog on Ian's body, and this mentality had undergone irreversible changes until a few days ago.
Facing the staring of this professor in the Dark Magic Defense.
"Gu~"
Ian first resisted his desire for apples.
immediately.
"You also know that I have always been very popular and have many friends... Even if I have friends in the sea, I just don't know what the name of the woman you are talking about..."
He was trying to pretend to be stupid and get away with it.
However.
Grindelwald, whose curiosity was already full of energy, did not intend to let him go.
"You know many crazy women?"
Grindelwald was obviously a little surprised, frowned and had an unusually weird expression.
"Uh..."
Ian was speechless.
He didn't dare to give any answer at all - to be honest, after listening to Grindelwald's experience and combining with the golden apple on the table, he didn't know who his black magic professor had met.
Looking at the past and present.
There are only a few wizards who can compete with Grindelwald.
The existence that Grindelwald could use the words "almost killed me" to describe is obviously even rarer. Looking through the entire history book, it is probably only those legends who have such skills.
Because of this, it is highly likely that Grindelwald had encountered a terrifying witch who was ruthless and petty in his past time and space.
"It seems you know who I'm talking about." Grindelwald had been observing the changes in the little wizard's expression, and he accurately captured a trace of helplessness in Ian's eyes.
"Maybe?"
Ian gave an uncertain answer.
"If you tell me the answer, this apple belongs to you." Grindelwald began to tempt, and he had discovered that Ian's attention had been glancing towards the golden apple since he had just discovered.
"I think Aurora needs this apple more than me. She is too weak...I have to make up for it." Ian resisted the temptation of the Golden Apple. He knew very well that he did not need the Golden Apple to enhance his magic power now.
The reason why his eyes have been uncontrollable is entirely because he recalls the feeling of taking golden apples. The experience of melting in his mouth and then causing qualitative changes is a lifelong beauty.
"You are quite generous."
Grindelwald's eyes couldn't help but narrow.
He read unusual information in Ian's words.
This made him even more confused.
"I really don't know what you have encountered, and why do I think it's because of me that I can... get out of trouble." Ian chose to speak again with a slightest way of avoiding the important.
His truth is as always.
It was indeed not that he deliberately ambiguous. But Ian was sure of who Grindelwald met, but he was also confused about why Morgan, who was still alive in the world, knew him.
"That guy... that crazy woman... before kicking me away, she left me a sentence... For the sake of the funny stupid piglet, she quickly got out..."
Grindelwald's voice was ashamed to speak.
Annoyed.
And helpless.
This may be the first time that similar emotions arose on his body.
"Ah?"
Ian was stunned when he heard this.
"Why should this descriptive word point to me?"
Although he had already been 100% sure of what Grindelwald had experienced when he heard the familiar title at this time, he was still a little surprised and resentful that Grindelwald pointed the title at him.
"I think I know more than anyone else's memory when I've been read hard by others for the longest time!" Grindelwald said with a bit of gritting teeth.
He probably has never suffered such a great humiliation in his life.
"It's a long distance of thousands of years. Little guy, you have old friends in such a place. Is your so-called popularity and connections a little too outrageous?"
Grindelwald spoke directly, and his deep eyes stared at the little wizard - God knows how many times Grindelwald toss and turns in the past few days.
He dreamed about this question. If he hadn't known the little wizard's experience since his birth to now, he would have doubted what kind of old monster this little wizard is. The unreasonable growth rate of magic and the ability to understand magic would look like a certain person no matter how he looked at it. The old wizard in a state of "amnesia" is getting back the knowledge and power he once had.
"I don't know this. Professor, maybe what you said hasn't happened yet, so of course I can't know." Ian spread his hands helplessly and looked very depressed.
This is a half-true expression.
He did have such speculation, but he did not say anything about what he knew about Morgan, and he didn't even want to mention his relationship with Morgan.
It is better to have less than more things.
Just pretend to be stupid and be stunned.
The black magic professor in front of him was the one who had provoked Morgan. And between my dear teacher and respected professor, there is no need to think too much about how to choose.
It has nothing to do with feelings.
It's only related to cost-effectiveness.
It is less harmful to make Grindelwald angry than to make Morgan angry.
On one hand, there are people who have been beaten up, and on the other hand, there are people who can beat Grindelwald and him together. Even if you pull the teeth that Hager raised over, you should know how to choose.
"If I understand correctly, you are telling me now that you may return to the past at some time in the future, and then establish friendship and bonds with a legend thousands of years ago, and that you will still be able to do so. Without a slight surprise, I was calm and seemed to have heard something very ordinary? ”
Grindelwald sneered.
His face is full of expressions of whether I believe you or not.
"Yes, that's it."
Ian nodded quickly.
"Of course I was also shocked, very frightened, and I could be said to be uneasy. I just didn't show it." He made an excuse for not updating his expression in time.
"This is actually related to the fact that I am shocked and numb now. You may not know that just now, I accidentally returned to nearly a hundred years ago because of Professor Dumbledore's mistake."
"I even met the young Professor Dumbledore in Hogwarts of that era. Oh my God, he even fought me, and I haven't recovered yet."
The little wizard patted his chest with a look of fear.
Finally, there was a little late shock in my eyes.
And facing his performance.
Grindelwald, who was originally smiling and smiling, was watching the little wizard performing. The narrow eyes that had already narrowed first stopped, and then suddenly glared and burst into light.
"Okay, okay! Most of my life! Finally, I caught someone slandering me! I learned from me when I was doing sneak attacks, right? Is it my teaching to stab someone else's life with life and death water, right?"
An angry expression appeared on his face that was even more gritting his teeth than before.
It can be seen.
Perhaps the casual mention of Ian in the past time and space must have caused quite a lot of trouble for Grindelwald. God knows that there is a bit more intrigue in the grudges and revenge between this guy and Dumbledore.
“…”
It was only then that the little wizard realized some problems.
"I just said you always wanted to accept me as an apprentice, and this is not a fool to Dumbley..." Ian wanted to defend himself, but he saw Grindelwald start looking for wands all over the table.
That angry look.
It's as scary as if you want to "clean up the portal".
"!!!"
Seeing this, Ian immediately turned around and ran away - not because he was afraid of fighting with Grindelwald, this was just a secondary reason. He was mainly taking this opportunity to get rid of the inquiries of Professor Black Magic.
This is not.
A flash of effort.
Ian ran out of the classroom and turned into a gust of smoke and rushed into the room to respond to any request. After finding the wand, Grindelwald raised his head. He had already run into the house where he would meet his requests and set up a thirteen ambush.
Such speed.
Most wizards are probably out of reach.
"It was Principal Dumbledore who stressed me." Ian didn't see Grindelwald catch up after a long time, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and began to wash up in the house wherever he asked.
How to say it.
In fact, Grindelwald never thought of chasing him.
Really want to do it.
He still needs to search for a magic wand everywhere.
"Ago Motorcycle...Morgan...Mopsos...Enzo...Ravenclaw...Slytherin... Perhaps there are more targets that I have not yet found..."
Grindelwald sat back after Ian left and his anger disappeared in an instant.
Only deep thought is replaced.
He had already obtained the information he wanted from his communication with the little wizard.
Although not as clear as expected.
But it was enough to make him figure out a clear context.
"Focusing fate requires the participation of the great and the prophet... and the things involved in so many legends... what kind of scene would it be?"
Grindelwald whispered.
After a moment.
He suddenly smiled softly.
The anticipated eyes were once again on the golden apple on the desktop.
"No matter what, Albus' bold attempt did push the door to history. And I may have already seen a glimpse of the corner of the taboo that he might not have realized." The whisper of a low voice was full of interest. .
Obviously.
Grindelwald carried Dumbledore on his back.
Have conducted more than one secret solo trip. Of course he knew that such behavior might have separated him from Dumbledore again, but he also understood that he could not stop exploring.
This is a temptation that every prophet can absolutely not refuse.
...
The morning is coming.
A gentle blue-purple color just appeared in the horizon.
The stars have not completely retreated, and the first ray of sunshine is quietly passing through the spire of the castle and the tower, covering this magical institution with a faint golden light.
The air was filled with a faint fragrance of magic potions and the fresh smell of ancient stone bricks.
The little wizards walked through the corridor.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Everything seemed so quiet and full of vitality. Ian also walked out of the house to meet his requests after washing up, but he did not go to the auditorium to enjoy breakfast as soon as possible.
"Sure enough, someone discovered it." Ian's eyes crossed the staggered corridor and the floating candles, and finally frozen in the quiet corner where he met Ririm last night.
A small group of wizards had gathered there at this moment.
[I... have returned from death! 】
Bright red handwriting.
It has indeed attracted many onlookers.
And there is also a big guy, Hagrid, who is actually maintaining order by the wall.
"What's going on here?"
Ian walked towards Ian in a little confused. Of course, he had witnessed the handwriting here, but his dark phoenix was alerted all night but he did not find anyone killed.
Since nothing unexpected happened.
How could Hagrid try to disperse everyone here?
"You little devils, can't you hurry up and prepare for class... I said it's just someone's prank." Hagrid was still trying hard to drive away the onlookers.
However.
But the little wizards didn't believe it.
"I don't believe it! The owls were scared away!"
"Yes! My Monroe was scared and shivered in my bed last night! She was a brave female cat, and she usually dared to kiss Professor Snape's shoes!" br>
"There must be monsters! My spots! My piti spots were eaten! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
...
The senior and junior freshmen were muttering.
Ian also saw Ron crying loudly, as if he was already in a state of grief. This red-haired Weasley, who had just entered school, sat depressedly on the ground and looked full of grief.
"I have been young since I was a child and finally got something that can only belong to me. Now it is gone. What's the point of saying I live in this world!"
Ron looked desperate that he might jump off the building if he had a disagreement.
His twin brother comforted him with some disgust.
"What! Is your mouse gone?" Ian covered his pockets that had been stocked up last year and put them in. His expression seemed to be more unwilling to accept than Ron who had lost "half of his property" Reality.
"Yes! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo w
He wanted to move his butt a few times and hug Ian's thighs.
The little wizard hid in a sensitive way.
"Some people said that I heard a wail in the sewer yesterday. I think some magical animals must have been invaded in the school, and they are magical animals that specialize in eating mice."
"The mouse's wailing is not that loud. I think it must be Snape being dragged in and eaten... Ian, you have to mourn. Don't forget to call us when inheriting the property."
"But I think that kind of scream is like the wailing of some kind of large creature. Of course, it must be that creature that ate Snape, and then it was eaten by a more powerful creature."
George and Fred were analyzing each other.
They still hate Snape so much.
"Can you run away? I can find it for you!" Ian was so kind-hearted that he was going to take out his own map of living spots. He was also counting on grabbing Banban and making some possible appearances. "I don't know. "I thought it was a mouse", "I really didn't know it was a human", "We are all living hard" and other scenarios.
Just as Ian was taking out his money bag.
"Mr. Prince, I think I should apologize to you. My offense to you and your friends yesterday was really too silly and stupid."
Malfoy, with a head of platinum-blond hair, suddenly squeezed to Ian.
He bowed deeply to Ian with a sincere tone. I don’t know what the situation is, but the two followers of this little ghost were not following him at this time.
"What rumor have you heard again?"
Ian felt Malfoy's panic in his heart.
"No...no...I...I just feel from the bottom of my heart that I have done something wrong." When Malfoy raised his head, he saw that his face was a little swollen on both sides.
I don’t know who slapped several times in the face.
"Really, that's it. I repented. I realized my bad habits. I want to be a new person." Malfoy felt Ian's gaze and felt a little nervous.
His expression became a little stiff, and he didn't dare to drink Ian for eye contact.
"Do you know what's going on here?" Ian didn't care about Malfoy's inner thoughts. He was just very interested in what the little wizards were discussing.
"I..."
Malfoy was a little reluctant to speak but stopped.
"I don't know much."
He held it in for a long time, and finally he just shook his head crazy. The guilty expression made the little wizard unable to help but look at him, and Ian's suspicious gaze made the guy panic.
"I, I'll go and inquire about you."
Malfoy said and began to squeeze into the crowd.
Ian noticed it in a daze.
When he turned around, he deliberately pulled it into his robe, and then threw it directly to Ian's feet, for fear that Ian wouldn't notice it, he looked back several times.
"Your stuff fell off."
Ian helped Malfoy pick up the delicate small cloth bag.
"Ah?"
After discovering that Ian was picking up something, Malfoy was obviously relieved.
but.
Faced with Ian's behavior of handing over the small cloth bag.
But he acted strangely.
"It's not something I lost! Yes! It's really not something I lost! I don't know!" After waving his hands and head wildly with his eyes open, he quickly squeezed into the crowd and ran wildly towards the stairs.
"What the hell?"
Ian followed out of the crowd.
But he found that Malfoy had run far away. After falling down the stairs, he climbed up with his hands and feet, and disappeared from his sight in less than half a minute.
"Is this trying to frame me? Or bribe me?"
The little wizard weighed the small cloth bag curiously.
Open the bag.
The sun shines over.
There is a reflection that appears and is looming in it.
...
Slytherin Lounge.
Boys dormitory.
After Malfoy ran back to his dormitory with a full hurdle, he closed the door and lay on the bed and gasped for a while. Then, he got up and walked to the desk with anxiety and worry.
"Is this really okay? Will he think I'm hurting him... I've inquired about it. If I really anger him, my parents and my ancestors will have to follow me to do anything!"
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He slowly wrote down a line of words in an old diary.
It doesn't look thick, and the date marked in ink on the cover has faded a bit. I don't know how long it has been left, and there is nothing else except this.
And Malfoy wrote the text.
The magic of this diary is also beginning to appear.
The boy's handwriting quickly disappeared.
After a moment.
"Dumbledore and the professors are unreliable. You and I can only rely on this special little wizard. You may even receive the Special Contribution Award for your help to him."
"It's like I used to be." A line of handwriting began to appear on the diary that had become neat again, just like an invisible person writing in ink.
"This is to deal with the person who cannot name it! And I just want to have a chance to survive!" Malfoy didn't care about such bewitching.
He looked pale.
I wrote down a line of words quite restlessly.
This line of words also disappeared quickly.
After a while, the diary did not respond.
Just when Malfoy thought that the mysterious guy in the diary was not going to continue replying.
"Who doesn't want to survive?"
A sentence suddenly appeared in the empty diary.
"Vodemort is a lunatic, but I am not."
The faint ink marks spontaneously hooked together.
Displayed a few seconds later.
Disappear without a trace.
(This chapter ends)