Hogwarts lazy snake

Grindelwald was silent for a while, then slowly said: "You are a very thoughtful little wizard. But you have to know that in the wizarding world, many ancient families and forces will not easily accept such changes. They are stupid and arrogant. They are intoxicated with their existing power and status and are unwilling to break tradition."

Horn looked at Grindelwald, his eyes first agreeing, then with a hint of doubt: "What about you? What do you think, Mr. Grindelwald? You also tried to change the wizarding world, didn't you?"

After all, the other party still asked some irrelevant questions. There were two groups of people who attacked his house. He had some clues about one of them, but he had no idea about the other one.

When Grindelwald heard this question, a complex look flashed in his eyes, containing memories, unwillingness, and a hint of deeply hidden madness.

"My ideas used to be more radical than yours. I tried to build a world where wizards ruled over Muggles, but I failed. However, your words made me see another possibility, a possibility to change the wizarding world without war and bloodshed. This is also the benefit brought by the times."

Horn looked at Grindelwald in surprise. He did not expect Grindelwald to say such words and actually admit his failure. This made Horn more certain that the other party was an admirable person.

Putting everything else aside, admitting one's failure and facing it is something that many people are unable to do, especially the higher the position, the more difficult it is.

He originally thought that Grindelwald would laugh at his naivety, or use his ideas to confuse himself.

Grindelwald stood up and stared at Horn. "Horn, you know that if these ideas of yours are heard by the conservative forces in the wizarding world, it will bring you great trouble."

After hearing this, Horn suddenly sobered up as if he had been splashed with ice water, and immediately said, "I was joking, I was just bragging."

When Grindelwald heard Horn suddenly change his words and say that he was joking, he shook his head slightly with a faint smile on his face, but that smile showed the understanding of seeing through everything.

"Horn, you don't have to be afraid. Your eyes tell me that you are not joking." Grindelwald sat down again, his hands casually resting on the armrests of the stone bench.

He was terrified. What had happened to him today? Why did he say so much to the other party? But soon, Horn was no longer afraid. In front of Grindelwald, a radical and reformist, what he said might not only do no harm but also be beneficial.

Not to mention, he has guardians behind him, Flamel and Dumbledore.

I might as well just talk about it freely.

Horn bit his tongue and looked up at Grindelwald, his eyes firm. "Mr. Grindelwald, what I just said is actually true. I think your previous actions were radical, but they also made sense."

"In this world, if you want to change something deeply rooted, sometimes you need tough measures. As someone once said: Truth is only within the range of cannons, and dignity is only on the edge of swords."

When Grindelwald heard this, his eyes flashed with excitement. His body trembled slightly, as if Horn's words had touched the deepest desire in his heart.

He couldn't help but imagine in his mind that if a young wizard like Horn with unique insights had joined him when he was leading the Saints, perhaps the entire landscape of the wizarding world would have been completely rewritten.

Those conservative families and those forces that hinder change will succumb to powerful forces, and the wizarding world will not remain in an old and backward state as it is now.

But soon, Grindelwald thought of something, his eyes dimmed, and he couldn't help but sneer: Yes, everything is based on the premise of having strong strength.

Grindelwald seemed lost in his own thoughts. The enthusiasm that had just been aroused by Horn's words receded like the tide. He no longer had any intention of continuing the conversation and just sat there quietly.

Seeing this, Horn felt that this was a good time to ask the question that had been lingering in his mind, so he mustered up the courage to ask, "Mr. Grindelwald, I have another question. Why do you want to protect my family? I have never met you before, and this really puzzles me."

Grindelwald was silent for a while, then said slowly: "My family was once good friends with a man named Ambot." After saying this, he said no more.

When Horn heard the name of this ancestor, he suddenly understood.

He knew that his ancestor was a very mysterious wizard with many friends, but he didn't expect that he had such a connection with Grindelwald.

Horn couldn't help but sigh at the wide range of friends that Anbott's ancestor had. This relationship even extended to Grindelwald. No wonder Grindelwald would send people to protect his family.

After that, the two chatted briefly for a few more sentences, and the atmosphere became somewhat relaxed. Grindelwald looked at Horn, then stood up and said, "Horn, let's stop talking today. You can go back now, but you are always welcome to come and see me again."

As he spoke, he took out an exquisite whistle from his robe and handed it to Horn. "Take this whistle. If you encounter difficulties, blow it and the saints will come to help you."

Horn took the whistle carefully, examined it carefully, and then put it away. He bowed to Grindelwald and said, "Thank you, Mr. Grindelwald."

Grindelwald nodded slightly, then motioned for Vader to come over. Vader walked silently to Horn and led him out of the cell.

On the way back, Horn had mixed feelings. He recalled his conversation with Grindelwald, and the discussions about the current situation and future of the wizarding world kept echoing in his mind.

He knew very well that his contact with Grindelwald would bring many unknown effects to him, but he did not regret speaking his mind.

Moreover, the whistle was like a mysterious bond that connected him with Grindelwald and the Saints, which made him both excited and a little worried.

Vida continued to lead the way without saying a word. Her pace was so fast that Horn could only trot to keep up. The surrounding environment was still dark and damp, but Horn no longer had the nervousness and uneasiness he had when he came here.

As they walked out of the castle, the sun shone on Horn's face and he squinted to adjust to the light.

He looked back at the gloomy castle and secretly made up his mind to make his own efforts to change the wizarding world, no matter how many difficulties and dangers were waiting for him ahead.

At the same time, Grindelwald in the cell looked at the corridor where Horn was not, and did not move for a long time.

He recalled the scene when he and Horn had just met. It was still the scene he had predicted before, the huge vertical eye. What was the connection between the two? Was this the variable? "Old" and this interesting little wizard and the mysterious guardian behind him.

And I actually felt a faint sense of danger from the little wizard???

The Nicholas family is such a mysterious one.

My situation back then and my current situation here are also related to the guardian.

Thinking of this, just as he was about to stand up, he felt the magical fluctuations, and his body, which had been moving, stopped and continued to sit.

A voice sounded: "Gellert, look, I have a pair of nice wool socks here."

"It seems that I am really old. I have been here for a long time."