I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 58 Extra - The agreement between the tower and them

"What if this knot in my heart cannot be untied?"

"It's like a nightmare, haunting you forever."

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In 1984, Paris.

It was raining lightly.

A street of some conspiracy.

In a cheap red tent, an old woman with nearly all her teeth was staring at a crystal with her cloudy eyes.

It was also a cheap crystal, and its shape was not even a regular circle.

Through the mottled halo, you can even see its core full of bubbles.

Dressed as a gypsy woman, she looked like a charlatan or a juggler.

If you don't consider her age.

"In 1982, you picked up a child on a pew outside the church of Saint-Gervais-Saint-Protte."

On the other side of the crystal sits a man who is not young.

With gray hair, the forehead is all around, and the eye sockets are deep and thin, as if he hasn't had a full meal for a long time.

His whole body exuded an aura called weakness.

It's really worrying that he will walk into some alley, then suddenly collapse, and leave this world in a hurry.

"Child?" The old woman seemed to be very old, but her hearing was still sharp. "That's too much. In the past two years, children have been thrown everywhere."

"Really, if you don't want to raise it, just control your lower body! It's causing trouble to others."

"It's just two kilometers away from the Svent Orphanage. The children abandoned here are all sent there."

"Thank you!" The man stood up slowly. Although the clothes on his body were covered with mud, they still couldn't hide his arrogance.

"Mr. Grindelwald, are you going to summon your old troops?"

Just as the man opened a corner of the tent with his hand, the old man behind him suddenly spoke.

"You—" Although Grindelwald was not afraid, it was inevitable that he looked at the woman with more vigilance.

"Don't worry, sir." The old grandma opened her eyes wide suddenly, with gray pupils, the pupils were almost invisible, "You liberated me in America, us."

"I will never be your enemy."

"You—the adopted daughter of the nun who advocated that wizards kill No-Majs?" Grindelwald didn't feel the magical breath from the person in front of him.

He didn't do much in America.

That's the only thing that directly affects Muggles.

"I hate that identity."

"If you're going to get up again, you need a little help. Those of us—"

"No need." He said indifferently.

"I was wrong before."

As he spoke, Grindelwald set up his tent and walked into the rain.

Let the cold rain wet his coat and hat.

"Now I just want to make amends, my followers."

There was a bitter and salty smell in the wind, and that smell was called remorse.

"The agreement between the tower and them will never break the promise!"