Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 346 340. New measurement units are online

"Haha. Back then, the stupid Ministry of Magic and those stupid Aurors accused me of the biggest crime of saying that I hate Muggles. In fact, I don't hate them. I have spoken about this in public many times. It’s a pity that they can’t listen.”

"But when faced with thugs who really hate Muggles, this group of so-called righteous men turned into a bunch of soft-legged shrimps."

"Sometimes I can't help but wonder, did I not kill enough back then? Or was my approach too gentle?"

Among the charges against Grindelwald by the Ministry of Magic at that time was that he "hated Muggles and continued to cause killings", but in fact Grindelwald was not bloodthirsty. Although he did kill many people, he also admitted that he was not a good person. But compared to Voldemort, he is really too gentle.

However, in the face of Voldemort, who truly hated ordinary people, hated mixed-blood wizards, and was murderous, the Ministry of Magic did not even have the courage to convict him. For the past ten years, they have only called him You-Know-Who.

Maybe Grindelwald's actions can be regarded as the lawful camp after all. Their behavior style is more or less traceable. As long as it doesn't hinder them, they will be fine. Voldemort belongs to the chaotic camp without much logic. And everyone is afraid of the Chaos camp, because they don't pay too much attention to killing.

The two chatted from eleven o'clock in the morning until late at night (Harry went back to rest early during the chat), and finally Grindelwald let out a long breath.

"The future belongs to you young people"

"Us old guys will eventually be eliminated by the times. All I can do is pass on my knowledge to you as much as possible."

"Thank you for talking to me so much."

"But you're not allowed to be late tomorrow."

Dudley respectfully said goodbye to Grindelwald and left, leaving Grindelwald alone in the room.

After sitting blankly for a while, Grindelwald stood up and was about to leave. At this time, his body suddenly stopped, and his eyes that had recovered once again turned into a strange color.

He knew that this was the time for the prophecy to come.

Sure enough, countless intermittent fragments flashed before his eyes, seeming to capture the trajectory of the future.

But what puzzled him was that the future he saw this time was completely different from the two futures he had seen before. This was a brand new future.

Is there a third future?

what is going on?

Why are different futures emerging one after another, nothing like this has ever happened before.

With such doubts, Grindelwald saw the protagonist in this prophecy.

The pupils in his eyes contracted slightly.

'It's him! ’

Time flies by like water, and the holiday is coming to an end in a blink of an eye, and everyone present has not been eliminated.

Due to the "strict security" of the Austrian Ministry of Magic, the owls responsible for delivering the letter (purchase order for fifth grade) could not enter at all, and could only be delivered by Dumbledore. This was also the second time that Dumbledore took the initiative to appear in Nurmengard. In the castle.

Grindelwald sat on the steps of the stairs as always, looking at the people below and saying: "Although your knowledge, magic, and practical combat are far beyond ordinary adult wizards, you are also better than most of those useless Aurors. Stronger.”

Never forget to diss the Aurors. Grindelwald's resentment towards the Aurors is deep.

Then his tone became more serious: "But these are just the beginning. For truly powerful wizards, you have just stepped into the field of magic and are still very immature."

"Never be complacent just because you have achieved a little bit, and always maintain the greatest respect for magic."

"Remember, the path of magic is never-ending."

Grindelwald's farewell was very plain, just a few brief words and that was it.

"Dumbledore, if you can, let them come over next holiday too."

Grindelwald's voice rang in the ears of Dumbledore, who still had his back turned to him.

In the wizarding world, there are also ways to transmit information without speaking, but the distance cannot be too far, and ordinary wizards cannot learn it.

"It seems you are quite satisfied with them."

Dumbledore replied, still showing no intention of looking back.

As for the fact that the Austrian Ministry of Magic only allows one week of stay, their opinion is actually not important, but I still have to ask out of etiquette.

If Grindelwald sends another note, they will definitely agree.

Otherwise, once Grindelwald escapes from prison, it will be a time of large-scale "shuffle" of Austrian magic. For the sake of the hat on their heads, they will also satisfy each other's needs.

"It's really interesting to have three little guys."

"Dursley, Potter, Granger?"

"No, it's Dursley, Potter, and Longbottom. Of course, Granger is also excellent, but her talent in spells is more outstanding and is not suitable for my system."

Dumbledore was more or less surprised by the answer Grindelwald gave.

Although Longbottom was excellent, he could not compare with Granger. In terms of grades, Granger was only lower than Dudley. Even she thought many of her papers were good. Professor McGonagall cherished her as a student and almost considered her a very good student. The successor has come to look at it.

In comparison, Longbottom can only be regarded as excellent in various subjects. At best, he is only at the level of Cedric. However, Herbology is good. Pomona (the dean of Hufflepuff College) mentioned it to him more than once. The matter of transferring Longbottom to another hospital.

Hmm. Just excellent.

New measurement unit is online - Cedric.

"Albus."

If it was Dumbledore when they just broke up, he would definitely not agree with the other party calling him that, but it doesn't matter now.

After calling out Dumbledore's name, Grindelwald fell into silence. He still did not speak out until Dumbledore left.

He was worried or even afraid that it would be wrong to speak out.

This is about the third future.

Before leaving, Dudley walked up to Grindelwald and took out something from his pocket. It was a silver-white telephone bug. Unlike other telephone bugs that were either napping or sleeping soundly, this phone Chong opened a pair of bright, bright eyes.

"Professor, this is for you."

Passing the phone bug to Grindelwald's hand, the phone bug stared at the other person curiously with his big eyes.

"What are you giving me this for?"

“Easy to contact.”

“I can always ask you for advice if I encounter any questions I don’t understand, right?”

‘Are you kidding? Your questions are endless once you ask them. ’

When Grindelwald was about to say something to refuse, Dudley made an offer that he couldn't refuse.

"There's also one in the principal's office. It's golden."

"Using this makes communication very convenient. It's much better than owls or something like that."

What else could he say?

Of course I accepted it silently.

If nothing else, it is a professor's basic responsibility to answer students' questions.