The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 194 Grindelwald

Anthony started to have random thoughts in his mind, so he simply stopped lying down. Since he couldn't get out now, he might as well continue to study the African magic just now.

He already had some vague guesses, and it just took time to practice.

With this in mind, Anthony slowly stretched out his hands, sat cross-legged on the moldy marble, and began to make various gestures with his hands in the air.

Modern spells seek magic within themselves, which is the so-called wizard's own magic. Anthony speculates that this ancient African magic may be cast with the help of natural magic from the outside world.

——Just like a certain bald Supreme Mage, 'We absorb energy from other dimensions in the multiverse to cast spells, conjure shields, weapons, and create magic! '

Of course, Anthony definitely cannot absorb the energy of the multiverse.

However, he could try to suck out some of the magic power of the permanent imprisonment spell cast by the wall behind him.

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With a slight calmness in his heart, and suppressing the noisy voices, Anthony began to constantly recall the spell Dumbledore had cast on himself when he first met him, the spell that could make people 'feel' the magic.

Speaking of which, it was not easy. Regarding that mysterious spell, Anthony practiced it for a long time. It was the longest spell he had ever practiced, because later he discovered that to cast it, one must have no distracting thoughts. Unlike ordinary magic spells, it can be easily released successfully.

In this way, it took him a full ten minutes to experience that strange feeling again, and then he recited a long string of curses in his mouth.

In an instant, a strange wave spread from his body, and Anthony slowly opened his mouth.

Under the blessing of the curse, everything in front of him turned black and white.

He raised his left arm and looked around. All the black 'magic' was like ink stains, attached to the surrounding walls and iron doors.Then he immediately began to try to perform the ancient African magic.

With his constantly changing gestures, Anthony could clearly feel a faint sense of adsorption in his hands, and the black 'magic' on the wall in front of him was actually pried by him, flying bit by bit. Li came out and circled around him.

However, the separated magic power at this moment is still too little. Compared with the huge amount of magic power on the wall in front of him, this point around him is insignificant.

But these are enough to make Anthony feel happy. There is finally some hope, right?

At least he found a way to break the curse in front of him.

Next, Anthony began to stabilize his mentality and continued to absorb the magic power floating on the wall.

He persisted like this for a long time, so long that he didn't even know how much time had passed. After all, it was too difficult to calculate time in this dark cell.

Until there was a strange sound in the darkness, 'click~click~'

It was a noise coming from the wall behind him.

Then Anthony suddenly stopped what he was doing and began to carefully look at the 'black spots' dotted wall in front of him.

I saw that the magic power that originally gathered together to cover the entire wall was now only a little bit of magic power, gathering together little by little like spots of light.

And a lot of magic power gathered around him.

This feeling is wonderful. Anthony can completely control them, just like threading a needle. As long as he stirs it gently, these magic powers will follow the path he predicts.

Unfortunately, it is not that easy to control them to cast spells. How to convert magic into real magic requires corresponding skills. European wizards call this kind of magic a spell.

African shamans are gestures.

Anthony then began to experiment with the second half of the gestures, the actual magic part.

His gestures suddenly changed, and tens of millions of magic powers poured into the wall instantly.Gradually, the surface of the wall suddenly began to resemble running water, slowly moving towards both sides. After a while, a door the size of a waiting person appeared in front of Anthony.

"After working on it for a long time, it turned out to be an 'opening spell'..." Anthony complained silently.

Although the edges of this fan look very smooth, as if they have been eroded by running water.

But...this technique is too cumbersome.

No wonder this kind of magic is gradually being replaced by European spells. At Hogwarts, it is just a simple transformation spell, which Ron can do with a wave of his wand.But when using gestures, you not only have to remember these movements firmly, but you also have to pay attention to controlling the magic around you. It is simply torture. At this time, European wizards have opened eight doors.

"Ok?"

"Forehead?"

Leaning against the wall, Anthony looked at the room behind the door.

Then - then, a bad old man suddenly looked up at him, and Anthony's eyes happened to fall on him, and just like that, his big eyes stared at him.

Both of them seemed a little surprised

Is this Grindelwald?

Anthony couldn't believe his eyes. He had messy, greasy, and caked white hair, his face was covered in mud, and his withered and skinny skin. How could he still have the shadow of his all-powerful past when he was huddled in the corner?

And Grindelwald also looked at Anthony in surprise, a little wizard?

Is he going to die?How could such an illusion occur?

"Ahem! Excuse me, are you Mr. Gellert Grindelwald?" The image of this old man was so shocking that Anthony really couldn't believe that he was Grindelwald.

"who are you?"

have to!As soon as he heard this answer, he knew that this was Grindelwald.

After learning his identity, Anthony's expression immediately changed, and a strong feeling of sympathy arose spontaneously. Look!A generation of heroes turned out to be like this in old age.

What does this story tell us?What?Don't fall in love!My friends, falling out of love hurts a lot.

"Who am I? My name is Neville Lombard, and I am a poor little wizard who has been falsely accused." Anthony opened his mouth and stole Neville's number without a blush or a heartbeat.

"Lombard." Grindelwald said this surname slightly. He seemed to have heard this surname somewhere. It seemed that it was also a pure-blood family, a wizard in the UK.

"The little wizard at Hogwarts?" he then asked.

"That's right! We're only in the second year, and the Wizards Association has no justice! They've started bullying minors." Anthony wailed and continued to act.

"Where's your Transfiguration professor?"

"Eh? Professor McGonagall? Oh! You mean Principal Dumbledore!" After a moment of confusion, Anthony finally realized that Dumbledore only took over as the principal of Hogwarts in 1956. It was normal for Grindelwald not to know. .

"McGonagall? Is that the woman who often stays by Dumbledore's side?" The elderly Grindelwald gradually relaxed his curled up body, and obvious emotional changes began to appear on his face.

"Um... I have to say that your focus is very strange. Shouldn't your focus be on Professor Dumbledore taking over as principal?"

"Hmph! What's so strange about this? It would be strange if he wasn't the one who took over!" Grindelwald said coldly, as if he had already seen through the future.

"Ahem, it's okay. Principal Dumbledore hasn't been in school for several months. No one knows where he went."

"Ha! He would abandon his own students. It's not uncommon!" Grindelwald chuckled, his tone full of complex emotions, seeming to be mocking, but also self-deprecating.

"Isn't Old Deng always doing this?" Anthony waved his hand, "Poor Senior Newt, turned into a tool man, obviously he just wants to save magical animals all over the world."

"Oh! You know him well."

"No! You don't understand."

"Really..." Grindelwald said in a low voice: "I used to be confident, but now, I find that I will never understand him."

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Um - is this suddenly sad?

Anthony glanced at the dark wizard sitting in the mud on the ground and asked curiously: "How long have you been here and you haven't thought about going out?"

"go out?"

"The outside world is just another cage for me. It's the same cage. What's the difference between here and the outside?" He glanced at Anthony, then lowered his head again, staring at the water in his footsteps, and fell into a daze.

"Aren't you very fond of him? He has a happy family outside, with many wives and concubines, and his grandson even shares a dormitory with me!" Anthony started to talk nonsense, trying his best to seduce this former one of the most powerful men in the wizarding world.

But what he got in exchange was indeed Grindelwald's silence, a deep silence.

Seeing that his plan failed, he tried another one. He said with a straight face and a slightly sarcastic tone: "Look at your appearance now, I feel weak for you. How about the appearance that swept the whole of Europe back then! Since If you take it so lightly, why are you still surviving? Forget about committing suicide, at least you can still have some dignity!"

These words sounded particularly harsh, and they directly poked at the current Grindelwald. After all, he was like this. Anthony was not wrong, but the sharp and angry look he expected did not appear. Grindelwald used his cloudy eyes. She stared at him slightly, then fell silent again.

Seeing him like this, Anthony was really angry this time. This guy could obviously escape from this prison, but he deliberately stayed here. He was obviously torturing himself. There were some things that he really couldn't understand. From a God's perspective, as a The Wizard's Grindelwald, most of his revolutions are very correct. Looking back at the changes in the past 50 years, and the sudden emergence of Night City in the United States, this shows that the power of Muggles is rising rapidly in some way. .

World War II may have been the wizard's best chance.

As for his own elitism.

What's this?Aren’t the bourgeoisie throughout Europe elitist to their core?Maybe the new world government or magical government established by Grindelwald will be more efficient than the current one!

No!That's for sure. Look at the current federation. It's a compliment. Even Dumbledore couldn't suppress the desires of the people below. Otherwise, that black charcoal wouldn't have lost his mind and locked him up here.

Thinking of this, Anthony walked over slowly. He didn't dislike it. He sat down on the 'stone' bed that the old man had used for decades, and then started talking.

This time, he didn't say anything exciting or false, but told him everything that had happened in the magical world in recent decades.

As Anthony told the story, Grindelwald's face finally took on a different color.

He expressed first surprise, then confusion, and finally shame and the anger underlying these emotions.

48 years later, he stayed alone in his former fortress, constantly thinking about the past.After accepting his defeat, he began to reflect on why Dumbledore was able to defeat him and defeat his power.

Gradually, he began to understand what Dumbledore said that he had always thought was just talk before, such as love, trust, respect, and mutual help.

He was willing to believe and adhere to Dumbledore's path if his totalitarian path proved wrong.

But after Anthony gave him the news about the outside world, Grindelwald suddenly woke up. The outside world did not get better, but became worse and worse.

"So, what do you want to do after you tell me so much?" After Anthony opened his mouth and rambled for more than ten minutes, Grindelwald finally interrupted him and asked.

"I just don't want to see the former Dark Lord sink here." Anthony responded after taking a breath.

"Dark Lord? Huh! That's a good name."

"A name given to oneself by a noseless monster is causing trouble in the UK. It's a pity that his vision is so small. He deserves to be played by Old Deng." He sneered twice and said without any scruples: " Voldemort! I guess you must know."

"You are a true prophet. Haven't you seen a glimpse of the future in these years?"

"Hmph! The future? I can easily see through people's thoughts, I can foresee the future, and I can discern the malice in everyone's heart. I have almost reached the limit that a wizard can reach. Why did that person fail?" In an instant, Grindelwald finally had the high-spirited arrogance he had back then. He said indifferently, with a different kind of light emitting from his heterochromatic pupils.

"Um - because you don't understand the matter of specializing in magic." Anthony was stunned for a moment, and then said after thinking for a moment: "There is no direct connection between wizards becoming powerful and ruling the world. People who explore the path of magic are not necessarily suitable for management. A country, and the people who can run it may not have much magical talent.”

His meaning is very simple. Grindelwald is too strong. He views many things too simply, and human nature is indeed the most complex. This is why he can see through people's minds, but still inevitably fails.

In short, Grindelwald's path is too radical. He should deal with the objections step by step, like a father, in batches.

"Haha!" Hearing the sound, he sneered, but didn't say anything.

He can admit failure, but he will not admit that he is weaker than others.Even Dumbledore... about that duel...

At this moment, sporadic footsteps suddenly came from outside the wall. Soon, there were many people.