The Periodic Table of Words at Hogwarts

"Foyer, let them in."

After confirming for the last time that any confidential items had been disposed of, the warden cleared his throat and signaled the sentry in front of the door to let the visiting Picquery people into the hall of the castle.

"Director Picquery, we have received domestic orders. After handing over to you, we will withdraw immediately."

The warden pointed to the upstairs calmly, and then continued:

"Our people are still guarding the prisoners, please ask the Aurors of Edenia to go and carry out the handover."

"Okay, I'm done."

Picquery nodded, and then led a large group of people behind him along the stairs toward the upper level.

"Ah, good evening, Mr. Grindelwald, it seems that these Chinese people have implemented standard accommodation, and you seem to be doing well."

Finally, after pushing open the cell door, Picquery stood in front of Grindelwald.

"Oh, little girl, I know you. Your grandmother gave me a lot of trouble back then. I remember this deeply. After all, she cut off my tongue with her own hands."

Grindelwald pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued in a very calm voice:

"Why are you so anxious to torture me? If I remember correctly, the British should be responsible for the rotation after Shenzhou."

"That's right, Mr. Grindelwald, but the British Ministry of Magic has just signed an agreement with the Magical Congress of Edenia, and Edenia will be on duty in our place."

An old-sounding voice came in from outside the door. This man looked fat, had white hair, and was wearing a striped suit.

"Oh? Let me guess, you are the Minister Fudge who covered his head to pretend he couldn't see Voldemort"!

Grindelwald nodded as if he suddenly understood, with a sarcastic expression on his face.

"Watch your attitude, Mr. Grindelwald, you are a prisoner."

Fudge waved behind him, and two Aurors immediately came over, and then took out a test tube and a knife from their arms.

"What are you going to do?"

The warden took a few steps forward and stopped in front of the two Aurors.

"We just want to get a little bit of Mr. Grindelwald's blood. Relax, sir, how can we kill him here?"

Picqueri spread his hands, still with a polite smile on his face.

"I did not receive an order to allow you to take blood, so, Director Picquery, I hope you can carry out the defense change ceremony honestly. After we leave, it will be your business."

The warden said righteously, and then waved behind him.

The two armed police soldiers responsible for guarding the room walked in with neat steps, one of them holding a small box in his hand.

"Go get that box".

Picquery waved his hand, and a subordinate immediately took the box and opened it in front of everyone.

The box contained a crystal clear blue crystal. Picquery grabbed the blue crystal and said to it.

"I, the Director of the Magical Congress of the United States of Edenia, Shirin Picquery, execute the defense change."

The blue crystal emitted a soft light, and then gradually extinguished again.

"The defense change ceremony has been completed, everyone can leave."

"Goodbye then, Director Picquery, I hope you can treat the prisoners in the right way."

Following the sound of footsteps, all the guards from China walked down the stairs in neat steps.

After a while, the sound of a car starting came from outside the window.

"Okay, Mr. Grindelwald, I think no one will interfere with our blood collection now."

Picquery immediately changed his expression and said coldly to Grindelwald:

"Please extend your arm, we are going to start taking blood."

"Ah, why are you always so obsessed with the blood of the strong? If I remember correctly, during the five years when I was just thrown into prison, Edenia did some little tricks on me."

Grindelwald stretched out his arm, and a burly Auror wearing a mask immediately walked over, held it tightly, and then made a deep wound with a knife.

Under the tug of another Auror's wand, the blood automatically flowed into the test tube, showing a strange red color under the light.

"Very well, Mr. Grindelwald."

Picquery nodded with satisfaction, then grabbed the test tube.

"Can I ask why you need my blood"?

Grindelwald asked very calmly.

"Oh, it's a secret."

Picqueri spread his hands.

"Let me tell you, Mr. Grindelwald."

But what she didn't expect was that Fudge suddenly spoke.

"We found your descendant in Hogwarts. After obtaining your blood, we can determine his identity and then put him in prison."

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A question mark slowly appeared on Grindelwald's head. He considered his words and then asked:

"Sorry, I didn't seem to hear clearly. Can you tell me who I had that child with?"

"Why don't I know that I had a child with someone else?"

Grindelwald spread out his hands in a pretentious manner, showing an incomprehensible expression.

After all, he had never liked a woman at all, let alone had a child with a strange woman.

Grindelwald's question was very funny, but no one present laughed.

"Are you serious? I really have a child"?

At this moment, Grindelwald finally realized that the atmosphere at the scene seemed not right, and there was hesitation in his tone.

"Yes, Mr. Grindelwald, after our investigation, we found that Mr. Zirol is your grandson."

Picqueri sighed. She originally didn't want to tell Grindelwald all this. After all, villains always die from talking too much.

But it's a pity that that idiot Fudge actually said it in advance just for fun, so he didn't mind explaining it.

"We all know that you and Dumbledore have such a legendary relationship, but please think carefully, Mr. Grindelwald, how much did you drink the night before the duel between you and Mr. Dumbledore?" "wine"?

"Well, I just remember that I had a headache when I woke up the next morning. I must have been drunk."

Grindelwald rubbed his head and said uncertainly.

"Then please think about it for yourself, did anyone serve you the night you were drunk?"

There was a trace of compassion on Picquery's face, as if he was mocking this generation of Dark Lord as not even worthy of love.

"Vida"...

Grindelwald's voice dropped significantly, and his face, which had always been elegant and calm, now showed huge emotional fluctuations.

"It's all really"...

"I actually have a daughter, and my daughter gave me a grandson"?

Grindelwald sat on a chair, mumbling to himself, and the expression on his face changed again and again.

"Wake up, Mr. Grindelwald, there is one last thing I haven't read to you."

Picquery shook his head slightly, and then took out a piece of parchment from his arms.

"According to the resolution of the Auror Operations Department of the Magical Congress of Edenia, Team [-] is now ordered to identify and execute the prisoner Gellert Grindelwald held there after taking over Nurmengard Prison."

Picquery finished reading the parchment fluently, and then placed a notebook and a quill on the table.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Grindelwald, because your grandson is really difficult for us to see through, and we cannot take any risks that may lead to the destruction of Edenia, so I regret to announce to you again that the Auror Team Your execution will be carried out in half an hour."

"You can write your own suicide note, but I can't guarantee that the note will be delivered to the person it is supposed to be delivered to."

"Huh? Are you already so impatient? Aren't you afraid that Dumbledore will take crazy revenge on you after learning about my death?"

Grindelwald raised his head with utter contempt in his eyes.

"He won't know, at least not until he dies."

Picquery said this calmly, then turned and walked out.

"Kill him in half an hour."

"Yes"!

The Auror stationed outside immediately replied and then walked towards the door.

"Ah, children, you are still too young compared to your ancestors. I think back then, the entire Auror team in Edenia was changed several times because of my massacre."

Grindelwald stood up gently, ignoring the vigilant glances, and slowly walked towards the bookshelf.

"It's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to come into contact with these books at that time. Naturally, I naively thought that as long as a war started, wizards could stand in the sun again. Of course, these books had not been published at that time."

Grindelwald's fingers slowly stroked the empty bookshelf. The Chinese personnel took away all the books when they evacuated, so now it is still empty except for a few English joke collections.

"Life here is boring, really, and there are very few entertainment activities. The climate is also very bad. Flowers placed on the windowsill are often frozen to death by the air-conditioning."

The old man turned his back to the Aurors, and then gently pinched the dead branch in the vase with the thumb, index and middle fingers of his right hand.

His actions were so secretive that the Aurors simply thought he was caressing the vase.

"However, in the past, I just thought that if I lose, I have to admit defeat. Since I have already failed, I can just lie here and wait for death. I don't need to cause any more trouble to the outside world."

The thumb of Grindelwald's right hand rubbed the dead branch, a look of nostalgia on his face.

"But today, after you told me that I still have descendants alive, I have rediscovered the meaning of living."

"thank you all".

After hearing these words, the guarding Aurors were stunned for a moment, and then raised their wands with a look of horror.

But unfortunately, Grindelwald's movements were obviously faster.

"Avada Kedavra"!

A green beam of light suddenly shot out from the dead branch, hitting the Auror hard at such a close distance!

With a falling sound, Grindelwald knocked down the three people guarding him with lightning speed, and then pointed his wand at the door of the cell.

"Tsk, thanks to the wand you gave me, my dear grandson."

A warm smile appeared on Grindelwald's face, and then he chanted a spell towards the cell door.

"Thunderbolt Explosion"!