Hogwarts lazy snake

Horn slowly stepped into the dark room. A scent of stale decay mixed with powerful magic hit him in the face, causing his heart to beat faster involuntarily.

This is where Grindelwald imprisoned himself, the cell is located deep in the castle, the passage leading to the cell is dark and damp, on the wall hangs magical torches emitting faint light, that light struggles in the darkness, not only can't completely dispel the darkness, but instead makes the shadows sway eerily in the corners, as if hiding countless unknown horrors.

The ground was made of cold stone slabs and water dripped from the ceiling, the ticking sound echoing in the silent cell area like a countdown in the darkness.

The door of the cell was made of heavy iron and engraved with magical runes of confinement and defense, revealing an oppressive atmosphere.

Looking inside through the iron bars, the interior of the cell was small and simple, with only a stone bed and a small stone bench.

Grindelwald is in this small space. He used to be high-spirited and led the "Saints". In the battle of the Wizard Festival, he almost destroyed half of the city by himself, but now he is gray-haired and haggard.

His once tall and straight figure has now been bent by the years, and his black robe hangs loosely on his thin body, like a flag that has lost its vitality.

The once dazzling white hair has become dull and sparsely attached to the scalp, as if telling of endless vicissitudes. The wrinkled face is like a dry riverbed, and every line hides the story of the past. However, when Horn's eyes met Grindelwald's, he was still shocked by those eyes.

Those eyes were still as sharp as golden blades, as if they could penetrate all disguises and illusions. Although the years had eroded his body, they had never dimmed the light in his eyes, and arrogance and majesty still flickered in them.

This shows that he is still the almighty "saint" leader and the initiator of the wizarding war that once made the entire magical world tremble.

Horn stood there, his heart in turmoil.

He came here under the leadership of Vida. Along the way, Vida's expression was cold and serious. She led the way in front without saying a word. Horn could only follow behind silently, his heart full of doubts and uneasiness.

He looked at Grindelwald, who looked like an ancient and mysterious statue. He was tall and thin, with a black robe dragging on the ground. The corners of his robe seemed to glow with a faint light, as if dark magic was flowing in the fabric.

The frosty silver hair was combed back meticulously, with a few strands falling on one side of the face, giving off a cold aura.

Under the high nose bridge, in the deep eye sockets, there seemed to be an ice-blue flame dancing in the eyes, and the coldness revealed a frightening wisdom and cunning.

Horn's footsteps became heavy, and every step he took seemed to be fighting against the invisible pressure emanating from Grindelwald.

When he finally walked and stopped a few steps away from Grindelwald, he could clearly feel the scrutiny that was as real as a physical being.

Grindelwald raised his chin slightly, and a smile without any warmth appeared on the corner of his mouth, like a cold snake winding its way. His low and magnetic voice rang out, revealing an irresistible majesty: "Welcome, Horn, you are finally here in front of me."

Horn's throat seemed to be choked, and he squeezed out a voice with difficulty: "Mr. Grindelwald, I don't... know why you want to see me. Do you know me?"

At this time, Horn was still an eleven-year-old boy with a childish appearance, especially his green eyes, which seemed to have a special magic in Grindelwald's eyes.

Grindelwald looked into Horn's eyes and couldn't help but recall a scene he had once seen, a huge figure with a human body and a snake tail standing in a forest.

The figure was extremely majestic, but suddenly he noticed his gaze and turned his head. His vertical pupils emitted a frightening light. Grindelwald suddenly came to his senses and found that his palms were a little wet.

But in Horn's opinion, Grindelwald just suddenly became dazed.

Grindelwald raised his hand slightly, motioning Horn to sit down.

Horn sat cautiously on a stone bench nearby, his body still a little tense, his eyes looking at Grindelwald vigilantly.

Vida stepped forward silently at this time, poured the tea, and then quietly retreated like a silent shadow, leaving only Horn and Grindelwald in this depressing space.

Grindelwald folded his hands in front of his chest, looked at Horn calmly, and asked, "Horn, I want to hear your opinion on the current wizarding world."

Grindelwald did not answer Horn's words, but asked an unrelated question.

When Horn heard this question, he was speechless and thought to himself, "Did you call me here just to ask these questions?" But he didn't dare to show it. He just quickly sorted out his thoughts in his mind.

Seeing that Horn did not answer immediately, Grindelwald did not urge him. He just looked at him quietly with a faint smile on his lips.

Horn had no choice but to say something high-sounding: "The wizarding world is a place full of magic and magic, with a great magical heritage and many outstanding wizards..."

Grindelwald continued to look at him without saying a word, with a smile that seemed to be engraved on his face, without the slightest change. Seeing this, Horn knew that such an answer would not satisfy Grindelwald, so he took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak out his true thoughts.

"The wizarding world is so backward now. Compared with the ordinary world, or the Muggle world, the gap is too big." Horn's eyes became firm:

"The wizarding world is always hidden behind the Muggle world. But if the Muggle world discovers the existence of the wizarding world, the people in the wizarding world will suffer. But the wizards are too arrogant and look down on Muggles too much. They don't realize the potential danger at all."

After hearing Horn's words, Grindelwald's eyes flashed with a barely perceptible admiration, and he couldn't help but feel a little fond of this little wizard.

He leaned forward slightly and continued, "What do you think of the International Law of Secrecy?"

Horn thought for a moment and then replied, “The International Statute of Secrecy protects the wizarding world to a certain extent, but it also restricts its development.

It forced wizards to live in secrecy and limited the use of magic in the wider world.

Moreover, as the technology of the Muggle world continues to develop, it becomes increasingly difficult to maintain the Statute of Secrecy. The wizarding world cannot always escape, but should find a way to coexist harmoniously with the Muggle world, rather than simply hiding. "

Grindelwald nodded slightly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the edge of the stone bench. "Horn, your idea is very interesting. So how do you think wizards should live in harmony with Muggles?"

Horn swallowed nervously. He knew that his answer might affect Grindelwald's attitude towards him, but he still decided to say what he was thinking: "I think wizards can integrate some of the achievements of magic into the Muggle world and improve the lives of Muggles without revealing the true nature of magic."

At this point, Horn glanced at Green's reaction, and seeing that the other party still had no expression, he continued: "At the same time, the wizarding world can also learn some organizational management methods from the Muggle world to improve its own efficiency. But all of this needs to be based on equality and respect, instead of like now, where wizards are high and mighty and look down on Muggles."