All ordinary people die.

In those years at Neumungard, Grindelwald understood this truth deeply.

During those cold years, he stood alone in the cell, looking through the stone window, looking at the foggy Danube River, and listening to the sound of the waves and the wind in the dark night.

Grindelwald had been waiting for death to come for fifty years.

I thought I would have lived my life for the rest of my life.

Until that evening, he accidentally made a prophecy and saw the future.

Grindelwald felt his soul return to his body and no longer be confused.

He immediately realized:

I am not dead yet, just because I still have an unfinished career... for greater interests.

On the day he left Neumungard, he told himself:

"All people die,

But...not today!"

However, as all the preparations were done, the day was getting closer.

Grindelwald looked at the young man in front of him, and he knew very well that this was perhaps the last time he met in his life.

It's time to tell William what he knows.

"A ghost, a ghost called Death, wanders in the ancient land." Grindelwald's voice echoed in the empty hall.

"He always lies above human heads, and only a worthy wizard can understand him and thus obtain the Deathly Hallows."

"But the holy weapon is just the dream of the desperate. Death uses it to provoke battles between powerful wizards and constantly harvest souls.

Even so, there are still so many wizards who are flocking to it.”

"William," Grindelwald looked like a gaze, "you have to remember one thing and bring my words to Dumbledore."

William sat upright and said calmly: "Please say."

Grindelwald's tone gradually became serious:

"In each of the three brothers' stories, there are three death hallows, which is a complete set of holy weapons.

Nine Deathly Hallows can be mixed and held, but don’t try to gather a complete set of three in a story.”

William was stunned. Is there such a kind of indecision?

"I don't know the specific reason, I only know that the Deathly Hallows is the trap of the God of Death.

If Dumbledore tries to gather, you must stop him.” Grindelwald said seriously.

William nodded cautiously.

I have three pieces in my hand. Although it is a bulk three-piece set, the risk factor is also very high.

Sure enough, Death is an old yin b.

William suddenly remembered the old man... He once appeared at the battle scene as a priest, imam, and Buddha.

Once it was an accident, twice it was a bad luck... three times it happened, and he must have a problem.

William said this and asked, "Will he be the god of death?"

Grindelworth said for a moment, unsure:

“According to my guess, the god of death cannot walk in the world.

He can observe wizards and dreams, but he cannot come to the world, as if he is separated from us by two worlds."

"But... everything is unexpected, after all, the God of Death has existed for thousands of years." Grindelwald said slowly.

"Accident?"

"Yes." The old man whispered: "The god of death obviously cannot come to our world, but at some point he left behind children."

"Death and children?" William was really shocked.

It's like someone suddenly told William:

Jesus was married and had many children.

"In the long river of history, the only one who can be sure of the daughter of the Goddess of Death is Morgan Leffield..." said Grindelwald.

"Morgan Leffield?" William frowned slightly. "Isn't she the daughter of King Arthur's mother and the Duke of Cornwall?"

Last year, because of the lake's fairy Vivian, William checked the history of the Merlin era.

Cardo and Jazz were friends of Merlin and witnesses of that era, William asked him about the news.

If Merlin was Dumbledore of that era, Morgan was the Dark King of that era.

The two are mortal enemies.

The reason is very simple:

With the help of Merlin, King Yuser became the Duke of Cornwall, became the wife of the duke, and gave birth to King Arthur.

Therefore, King Arthur and Morgan are actually half-siblings.

But Merlin, who was the initiator, naturally had a grudge against Morgan.

"Yes, but you ignore one thing." Grindelwald shook his head:

"Morgan's parents, the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall, were both Muggle nobles.

Their family has never married a wizard, and there are no wizards in the family.

Morgan Lefy is not only a witch, but also has a super magical talent.”

"Since Merlin can turn King Yuser into the Duke of Cornwall, Death can naturally become Duke of Cornwall."

“…”

Isn't this Zeus's behavior?

And... that Duke of Cornwall is really green.

Both the son and the daughter are not their own.

Then the question comes again:

Why did Morgan and Merlin make enemies?

William originally thought that Morgan was to avenge her father.

But she was not her own, and this reason was obviously untenable.

Grindelwald looked at William and said softly:

"In order to deal with the owner of the holy weapon, Death has many external tricks.

So, don’t hook up with girls at will, learn from me, and be cautious in this regard.

Especially beautiful women.

The more beautiful you are, the more likely you are to be the daughter of the God of Death, who is here to trick you."

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“…”

Grindelwald, is this why you are not close to women and work hard all day long?

Just to prevent being plotted against death?

Sure enough, both generations of Dark Kings are in the atmosphere!

Also, William finally had a high emotional intelligence statement that implies that women are ugly:

You are definitely not the daughter of the God of Death!

After Grindelwald gave in, William stood up and prepared to leave.

But after taking two steps, he remembered something and took out a handful of letters from his safety form.

“That year in Paris, when Hermione and I were following Arya Grindelwald, we met Davie Rozier.

She lets us meet you and pass these letters on behalf of you.”

Grindelwald was stunned for a few seconds before hesitating: "David...how is she?"

"He has passed away."

The old man lowered his head and remained silent, and did not answer the letter.

William put the letter on the ground, poked his temple with his wand, and hooked out a silver, foggy-like thing.

Then, he turned around and left.

The sound of footsteps gradually disappeared, and Grindelwald did not move.

When those memories began to slowly dissipate, the old man turned around and closed it in his palms after realizing it.
To be continued...