Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Albus Dumbledore's Dumbledore."

Anriel spoke softly in a calm tone.

The rustling sound of people turning over in the prison disappeared.

Bella's eyes bulged out, and her upper lip was tightly bitten by her teeth, showing her restlessness.

Perhaps the only person in the prison who showed no reaction was Rodolphus.

But his eyes became brighter.

“Ha-haha…hahahaha!!”

Bella suddenly burst into a shrill laugh, which turned into a scream.

Her hoarse throat seemed to be about to burst with laughter...

"Haha - this brat... he said his last name was Dumbledore!"

Bella's voice suddenly rose an octave on the last word, her crazy tone full of teasing.

"What about the bad one?"

A very calm voice asked, but it accidentally drowned out Bella's laughter.

Anriel ignored Bella completely - he had been waiting for this question for a long time, even enduring the rude laughter.

He turned to Rodolphus...

"Grindelwald... My name is Anriel Grindelwald... Mr. Lestrange."

Rodolphus stared at Anriel, and after a moment, he sat down on the edge of his bed without saying a word, his eyes still fixed on Anriel.

Oh, actually that can’t be considered a bed, it should be called a straw mat.

"Very good, as long as someone believes it, things will be much easier."

Anriel walked slowly in circles in the corridor:

"Let me ask you a quick question...

Why...are you so loyal to Voldemort?"

Everyone alive here is a Death Eater.

Anriel was actually quite helpless, as this was not quite the same as the information he found at the Ministry of Magic.

It seems that the Ministry of Magic does not care much about these prisoners in the heavy punishment area - their life and death seem to have long been unimportant.

Bella seemed to want to answer this question, but Anriel spoke very quickly, leaving her no time to explain:

"Tom Riddle is not a good leader.

A revolutionary should implement and be faithful to his own ideals and his own revolutionary blueprint.

He will build a great and magnificent world as the common goal of all his apostles.

It was an old system, a new system on the ruins, a guide...

The greatest promise I can make to anyone.”

Anriel took a deep breath...

“Even if… it is not tolerated by the world, or even unattainable;

Even if it is a layer of disgusting dictatorial terrorism!"

Anriel glanced at everyone present.

"What did Voldemort give you?

He was too lazy to even put on the outermost layer of camouflage.

Chaos... anarchy, undisciplined, unorganized white dictatorship.

Of course, of course... maybe there are some crazy people in your team who like this kind of world, right?"

Bella seemed to snort heavily from her nose.

Anriel chose to ignore her and looked at Rodolphus who was still silent:

"What do you get from slaughtering Muggles except empty, disposable pleasure?

You have abandoned the benefits of using Muggles as labor, servants, and even slaves, but in return you have gained only your own morbidity and madness, as well as your uncontrolled, manic excitement.

And then you unconsciously throw away the composure of your noble race as wizards, huh?"

Anriel's voice gradually became higher, and his voice alone echoed in the prison area.

"Look at him in person!

Walking on the fork in the road of death, going further and further away...

How dare he declare so brazenly that he has gone further on the road to immortality than anyone else?

Pooh!

He is headstrong but without the support of truly devastating force;

Spreading chaos but not being able to suppress it as a one-man army;

He is not ambitious and does not have a broad vision of the world as a whole...

That kind of people……

No, such a thing...

Leader? Dark Lord?

He deserves it too!

bed bugs!"

Anriel snorted coldly.

"Good for nothing!"

"And what are you, this Dumbledore boy!"

Bella screamed crazily, as if Anriel's insult to Voldemort in front of her made her emotions completely out of control.

"You haven't even grown all your hair yet and you dare to criticize the Dark Lord in front of his most loyal servant?!

How dare you? How dare you! You! ..."

"Shut up, Bella."

The calm voice sounded again.

Rodolphus was now looking at Anriel with a strange look, his head slightly tilted, as if Anriel was a fairly interesting and attractive TV show to him.

"Rodolphus! This little creature insults the Dark Lord in front of us!"

"I said, shut up!"

There was a hint of impatience in Rodolphus' tone.

Because he is also a lunatic like Bella, but he appears to be calm on the outside.

"Can't you see? Are you blind?

There was no official from the Ministry of Magic accompanying him... and the Dementors who were supposed to be guarding here all the time were nowhere to be seen.

more importantly……"

Rodolphus sighed softly:

"Have you seen the damn Ministry of Magic reinforcements?"

More than a decade in prison seemed to have dulled Bella's mind, but Rodolphus seemed to have become more sober.

He also chose to ignore Bella's subsequent noise and looked at Anriel:

"So, if the Dark Lord is good for nothing, what is your point, Mr. Grindelwald?"

Calm, indifferent and polite.

The madness is hidden under the calm appearance, not at all abrupt, but full of murderous intent.

The contrast between him and his mad dog-like "wife" could not be more stark.

Anriel laughed softly:

"Let go of those old, rotten habits that are ingrained in your minds.

Those old, dirty, tattered ideas...

Wizards are a noble race, but their nobility is not due to their pure blood.

Muggles have an advantage that thousands of generations of wizards can hardly achieve. In this respect, wizards are naturally surpassed by Muggles, and there is almost no hope of catching up.

The Muggles are numerous and powerful, and the gap in numbers between them and the wizards is now widening.

Their base is extremely large..."

Anriel heard a discordant, clear "tut" sound coming from the prison area.

It's not just Bella.

But he didn't care and continued:

"This means that the probability of a Muggle giving birth to a wise person is tens of millions times that of a wizard!

Not just wise men! Philosophers, leaders, and giants of thought... they are all the same!

The advantages of magic will gradually be caught up, captured, and torn to pieces by the terrifying ability called technology that Muggles are studying...

Along with the last bit of living space for the wizard."

Anriel spoke the most truthful truth in a cold tone:

"You can't kill all the Muggles."