From Karma Taj to Hogwarts

Hearing Sivan's question, Grindelwald frowned and looked at Carlo.

"Carlo, what have you done?" he asked.

Carlo was horrified, knelt down suddenly, and said quickly: "Lord Grindelwald, you must not believe Rozier's lies! Everything I do is for the greater good!"

Seeing the behavior of Carlo and Grindelwald, Sivan quietly breathed a sigh of relief. He realized from this that Grindelwald might not really know about Carlo's evil deeds. This series of unscrupulous murders were all organized by this subordinate behind his back.

Sivan raised his hand and projected Carlo's memory out of the visual fog again, playing it quickly in front of Grindelwald.

"I remember I once said that every wizard is a precious treasure in the magical world. Don't you remember, Carlo?" Grindelwald said expressionlessly before the image in the mist finished playing.

His tone was not harsh, nor was his voice loud, and even seemed a little soft and gentle. However, when he heard his tone, Carlo immediately trembled all over.

"Sir, I really just want these pure bloods to obey your orders more!" Carlo said fearfully. "You said that these are necessary sacrifices for the greater good!"

Grindelwald snorted, and without seeing any movement from him, Carlo suddenly flew up from the ground. Her face was red, her veins were bulging, and she seemed to be strangled by a disembodied hand.

"You call this a greater benefit?" He said coldly, staring at Carlo's flushed face. "You don't know how many of our potential allies have been killed, and countless backbones of the magical community have been killed in vain. Is this what you call for the greater good?"

"Is your behavior worthy of talking to me about the greater good?"

"Sir, I really realized my mistake, and I will never do this again!" Carlo groaned hoarsely as he was suspended in the air by the ethereal hands.

But Grindelwald never looked at her again.

In less than a second, Carlo's body was completely enveloped in a ball of blue-black flames, and burned into ashes in an instant. She didn't even have a chance to cry out in pain.

Sivan's pupils shrank, looking at Grindelwald who showed no mercy and Carlo who turned into ashes, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

"Mr. Rozier, have you not seen death with your own eyes?" Grindelwald turned to look at Sivan, his tone returned to gentle and calm, as if he had just done a trivial thing. "How can you become a qualified leader without experiencing life and death?"

Xiwen took a deep breath and slowly calmed down his turbulent emotions.

"Why do I have to experience life and death?" he asked slowly.

"Don't you realize it yet? Without these tough and resolute methods, there will always be people who won't truly believe you." Grindelwald raised the corner of his mouth and explained with great interest. "In any organization, there will always be those who bully the weak and fear the strong. If you don't suppress them with thunderous means, they will turn around and betray you."

"Just like our war, if we don't use thunderous means to knock down the Muggles and scare them away, when the day comes when the magic world is truly exposed, they will definitely have their wishful ambitions and want to trample us under their feet. . This is the truth that can only be changed with dripping blood!"

"What you said may make some sense, but the relationship between the magic world and the Muggle world should be mutually reinforcing, and war should not be the only option!" Xiwen said forcefully. "The decision you made is only the most violent and the one with the greatest sacrifice. On the contrary, it is easy for the invaders who covet this universe to take advantage."

"Isn't it possible for the wizarding world and the Muggle world to live in peace?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Absolutely not possible!" Grindelwald said coldly. "Mr. Rosier, you have to know that we wizards and Muggles are not the same species at all. Muggles will only taint and dilute our wizard blood, making us weaker and weaker from generation to generation. In the end, As weak as a Muggle."

"Is this acceptable to you, Rozier?"

"I can't tell that the famous Dark Lord Grindelwald is still a pure-bloodist." Sivan said sarcastically.

"I'm just stating a fact." Grindelwald did not feel dissatisfied, but said to Sivan patiently. "The dispersion of wizard blood will eventually cause us to lose the magical power from magic, and even cause us to lose the ability to protect ourselves."

"You can imagine, if we and Muggles get along on an equal footing, after thousands of years, will the human society formed by the fusion of different populations really have a powerful wizard bloodline like ours? What if Death were just a few years later? When a hundred years come, what can our weak descendants do to protect themselves?"

Xiwen frowned and remained silent.

"So, why not join the Wiccan Party together, Rozier. Just like your aunt, you will be my most effective assistant." Grindelwald said seductively. "I will not prevent you from unifying the pure-blood forces across Europe, nor will I place any more restrictions on your freedom. When you grow up, we can join forces to completely suppress the Muggle world, and finally concentrate all our efforts to eliminate the so-called God of Death!"

Sivan took a deep breath and looked up into Grindelwald's blue eyes.

"I have to say, your proposal is very tempting, Mr. Grindelwald." He said softly. "But I still insist on my own opinion. There must be a way for the wizarding world and the Muggle world to coexist peacefully. There is no need to use a lose-lose method like war."

"After thousands of years, who can be sure that a society combining wizards and Muggles will not create new weapons and self-protection tools adapted to the new forms of wizards? I don't believe that a giant society with a population of three billion will actually It takes thousands of years to stand still, let alone believe that human beings from ancient times to the present do not have the ability to adapt to changes!"

"What's more, we don't care about the floods after we die. If there is any death invasion at that time, it will be a matter of people a thousand years later."

After saying these thoughts that were deep in his heart, Xiwen finally laughed in relief.

Hearing Xiven's words that were either retorts or simply used to advise him, Grindelwald frowned slightly, and the smile that had been on his face gradually faded.

"You are too idealistic, Mr. Rozier," he said softly. "As a pure-blood, are you willing to see your descendants completely reduced to a generation of Muggles?"

‘What’s wrong with that? ’

Xiven almost blurted out what he was thinking, but accidentally saw Adrian's great-grandfather with a hesitant expression out of the corner of his eye, and vaguely saw the smile flashing across the corner of Grindelwald's mouth.

He understood that this was probably another language trap set by Grindelwald.

If Xiven says he is willing, then the conservative great-grandfather Adrian will definitely not agree, and other conflicts will probably arise between the two; and if he says he is unwilling, then it confirms Grindelwald's point of view, and what follows? The verbal exchange is likely to fall into his rhythm.

Xiwen pondered for a moment, suppressing the words that he almost blurted out in his heart, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I believe that the descendants with the blood of our Rozier family will not become Muggles under any circumstances."

Xiwen said with a smile.

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