"Professor Dumbledore?" Hera looked weird. "Will he mention me to you?"

"Yes, he told me a lot. You once expose Tom's trick and destroy one of his Horcruxes, didn't you?" Grindelwald smiled, but his thin and shriveled body looked like a skeleton, and it was particularly terrifying when he smiled.

"I think these things are for you and Professor Dumbledore, not for me." Hera said lightly, and he took out the wand that Leni gave him and handed it to Grindelwald. "Miss Rozier's commission has been completed."

After Hera finished speaking, he turned around and wanted to leave. He heard Grindelwald sigh, but he did not hesitate at all. He did not want to be related to the Black and White Demon King again.

Even if it's just a little bit.

"Well, don't you want to listen to me, the old man, gossip?"

"Think." Hera immediately replied. The moment he turned around, the room became much darker, and the air solidified like a solid.

There is no doubt that it was done by Grindelwald.

"Sit down." Grindelwald pointed to the dusty place in front of him, barely known as the open space.

Hera quickly sat over without any disgust.

"Time is such a terrible word. It has been almost fifty years before I knew it. I have spent too many years here. Apart from Albus, you are the first person I have seen - the Aurors have never dared to put food at the door, for fear of being bewitched by me." Grindelwald said slowly, and he lowered his head slightly, his eyes pressing against Hera.

"Aging is a terrible word." Hera shrugged. This is a problem that is helpless in the magic world. Even Nicole Lemay can only achieve immortality, but cannot do it. It leaves traces of time on them.

"Aging is not scary," Grindelwald interrupted Hera's words directly, and retorted it, with a hint of anger in his voice, as if angry Hera interrupted his outstanding speech. "What is scary is never a person. What is scary is that everything I predicted back then has become reality. Muggles are becoming stronger and stronger. The wizards are being protected. As excellent people, they are actually hiding in the poor magic world."

"The Ministry of Magic is becoming increasingly cowardly and incompetent." Hera agreed very much. He heard that there was already a thing called the phone in the Muggle world that could communicate with people on the other side of the earth. This was much faster than an owl, even though the owl was more handsome.

"Ha, that's it. In my era, the farce and compromises like the present would not exist at all. Underage wizards are not allowed to cast spells outside the school? This is definitely the biggest mistake. It seems that they have forgotten those dark years." Grindelwald said angrily, but soon calmed down again.

Sitting in front of Grindelwald, Hera could easily see several newspapers and magazines spread out on Grindelwald's bed. If Hera read it correctly, one of them was the Daily Prophet and some French newspapers, but Hera couldn't recognize it for a moment, but Grindelwald obviously did not disconnect from the communication with the outside world.

"Albus, the boy from the Porter family, has always been very optimistic about him. I heard that he had blown his aunt up. It was such an interesting thing." Grindelwald noticed Hera's gaze and said with a smile.

Hera frowned slightly, "I really didn't expect that he still has this ability."

"Maybe." Grindelwald said lightly, and he picked up the wand that Hera had just thrown to him, and his slender fingers gently stroked the wand's interruption.

Hera could see sparks bursting out with excitement from the tip of the wand, as if to greet its owner.

Immediately afterwards-

Click!

Grindelwald broke his wand directly, "I don't think I need this kind of thing. Everything I do is just hope to see you, Mr. Lestrang, or you Mr. Gunter."

"Gant?" Hera suddenly became excited. He tried his best to restrain his body, but his tone still rose up unconsciously.

"I think yes, Mr. Gunter." Grindelwald threw the wand aside like throwing garbage. Hera could hear its whine, but it didn't matter anymore.

"Do you know who I am?"

"It is known to speak snakes, obviously the blood of the Gunter family is undoubtedly. Hera Nicholas Gunter, I think this is your name." Grindelwald coughed and said softly.

Hera was relieved, "It turns out that you also judged it through snake words. This is not a secret, at least for me. But my name is not on the genealogy of the Gunter family."

"There is no Tom's name, child," Grindelwald said in a warm voice, and he waved to Hera, "Come here, child, let me take a closer look at you."

Hera just hesitated for a moment and moved towards Grindelwald.

He was still holding the wand tightly in his hand!

"It's really similar, it's really similar."

"What do you think, sir?" Hera asked in confusion.

"Like your ancestor, Salazar Slytherin," said Grindelwald. "Albus and I were exploring magic and unexpectedly learned the glorious history of the four giants. Their existence is not unfamiliar to us. This may be an attraction phenomenon. You are much better than Mavoro. I said early on that getting married in close relatives is not an excellent decision for a wizard."

Grindelwald was obviously very knowledgeable about Muggle knowledge. At least Hera couldn't understand what he said about "near marriage" and so on, it sounded more like a very perverted behavior.

Hera did not interrupt Grindelwald.

"I have worked hard for the wizarding world, everything for greater good, I think you must know this, my child," said Grindelwald.

Hera nodded, not sure about Grindelwald's intentions.

"As a descendant of Slytherin, I think you can understand the meaning of this sentence better, everything for greater good."

Hera said nothing, he had some vague guesses.

"You will come here because of your inner desire and a concept. The old method is no longer applicable. You - you and the saints, are both because of your desire for something new and different. Everyone says that I hate Muggles, chickens, and those who cannot cast spells. But I don't hate them, I don't hate them, I don't hate them, I don't hate fights. I think Muggles are not minorities, but other groups, not worthless, but have other values, and cannot be dealt with freely, but should be treated specially." Grindelwald paused, as if this had consumed a lot of his physical strength.
Chapter completed!