Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue

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Armenia, the small town of Tesavdzo, in the living room of the Aghasheyan family.

The spout of the copper kettle on the kitchen stove emitted a shrill chirp, temporarily breaking the silence in the living room.

Old Hash turned his head to look at the kettle with white mist, and then turned to look at the two old wizards sitting at the dining table in his living room. Finally, he chose to move his eyes to the old wizard sitting at the armchair. The Muggle woman who patiently read "Wandering with Werewolves".

He swallowed, his voice filled with an indescribable dryness.

"So, you really weren't kidding just now?"

"Ms. Arkhipovna is not joking, Mr. Agkhashyan."

Dumbledore said gently. He crossed his fingers on the table and his expression gradually returned to seriousness.

"If you are interested in those stories, we can even take the time to chat for several hours after this matter is over. But it is probably not... well, not appropriate to explain these in detail now..." Dumbledore shook his head, He said softly, "Well, regarding the unexpected incident that you and Mr. Lockhart encountered, we almost have no questions now, but I still have a few confusions that may not be relevant..."

As the old wizard spoke, he glanced at the pocket watch on the table and spoke a little faster.

"I remember you said before that this is your seclusion place——"

"good."

"At the same time, if I remember correctly, the place where you and Mr. Lockhart were interviewed before was at the cafe in the Armenian Magic Commercial Street?"

"Of course, I don't want to invite those greedy hyenas looking for news into my home."

"Well, I think so too - but this is very strange. How did those werewolves know your specific address?"

"They said it was from reporters...wait!"

Aghaxiyan replied subconsciously, and his expression suddenly changed in the middle of his words.

"I never told those reporters where I lived!"

"Obviously, someone told them..."

At this time, another old voice intervened in the conversation.

Grindelwald picked his ears and said carelessly what Dumbledore didn't have time to say.

But this time he didn't mean to insert Dumbledore's mouth, he just planned to speed up the pace a little.

The old devil wearing the "Paracelsus" vest paused for half a second, then took the topic very naturally and continued.

"You have a lot of time to think about who betrayed your specific address... It doesn't matter. As long as more than three people know the secret, you can't expect it to not sneak out on its own. To be honest, I never think that Leaks are nothing to fuss over.”

"Secrets always spread like wildfire, but -"

There was an intriguing and strange light in Grindelwald's eyes, and he spoke softly in a long tone.

"Compared to inadvertently leaking some information and weaving a lie that is true enough, this kind of thing is much more difficult."

"A lie that is true enough? Mr. Paracelsus, you mean——"

"That's right. The authenticity of the humanoid restoration spell."

Grindelwald shrugged and glanced at Dumbledore, who was sitting beside him thoughtfully, with a playful expression.

"Or, more accurately, it should be summed up as 'the hope of a werewolf becoming a human again'."

"If we trace the origin of werewolves in the magical world, we can even trace it back to the Sumerian era of Mesopotamian civilization, which is more than 4000 years ago. And since then, almost every period of time, someone will claim that I found a way to turn the werewolf back into a human."

"And now, thousands of years have passed, and no one has ever really solved this problem. Wolfsbane potion is just a tranquilizer."

"It's impossible for a werewolf to turn back into a human again!"

"This is pretty much an accepted truth in the wizarding world, right?"

Grindelwald tapped his withered fingers on the newspapers spread out on the table, and then pointed at the book in Arkhipovna's hand.

"However, in such a desperate and rational situation, those werewolves were actually possessed, believing in the plot of a novel written by a writer under 30 years old to earn royalties, and they gathered in the Armenian forest at all risks , hoping to be redeemed..."

"Why? Even if they are not much smarter than beasts when they transform into wolf form, they are normal most of the time."

"The answer is very simple. In addition to newspapers and novels, someone - I think there may be more than one or two people - told them that the story about werewolves turning into humans again is real. I have to admit that for those in the abyss of despair For a wandering fellow, weaving an illusory lie is not particularly difficult. The more powerful wizards are, when they show some brilliance of goodwill and justice..."

A hint of cold teasing emerged from the corner of Grindelwald's mouth, and he looked at the sky outside the window with interest.

"It is often said that a werewolf is a beast dominated by hatred and a thirst for blood."

"They are cursed for eternity, they are cruel and dangerous, and their hatred for themselves and the world drives them to attack humans constantly."

"In fact, no one will move forward because of hatred, whether they are werewolves, wizards or Muggles. I don't think hatred can be the driving force for most intelligent beings to survive. It can really make people explode into amazing things. Power is freedom, truth, or love.”

A few decades ago, these could be said to be his strongest areas - exploiting people's desire for beauty to achieve their goals.

Unlike Albus Dumbledore who struggled with who was the real "whistleblower".

Almost as soon as Agharshyan's story was told, Grindelwald realized what the fog was.

"Obviously, this is a very long and well-prepared lie. In the time that we didn't notice, someone compiled a clever and cruel dream for the werewolves - those werewolves who still believe in the light. And the dream The picture is Lockhart’s story.”

"If I'm not wrong, they originally planned the location in England, but the plan seems to have been moved forward due to Lockhart's showdown."

"I don't know--"

At this moment, Aghaxiyan frowned and looked at the vaguely uncomfortable old wizard in confusion.

"Okay, let's assume that someone deliberately spreads rumors among werewolves, making them believe for a short time that there really is some bullshit 'werewolf magic spell to restore human form'. Wouldn't everything be over when they find me? What's false is false. If a paragraph The journey is supported by lies, and the truth is the destination.”

"Don't you understand yet? What is the biggest problem with werewolves? You should know, right?"

Grindelwald said coldly with a cold glint in his eyes.

"Hidden, solitary, unable to discern and pursue...just like those mosquitoes flying around in the banquet hall."

"If you want to destroy them, you have to throw out a tempting cake first."

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