The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Sophistry is the greatest invention of mankind, and it is only until now that I really understand what this sentence means."

After listening to Zhang Qi's words, Grindelwald was silent for a long time, and then heaved a long sigh.

"You still don't believe it"?

Zhang Qi asked gently.

"I believe what you said? I don't believe it. I don't believe what your grandfather said back then"...

Grindelwald whispered.

"Then what you did was really the right choice."

Zhang Qi nodded with a slight smile on his face.

"Then I'll tell you straight, Dumbledore suspects that you have the potential to become the third-generation Dark Lord, so he intends to let me, the dying generation of dice, observe you carefully to see if you have become a That kind of possibility."

"Oh? If I really become like that, will you kill me together with Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Zhang Qi tilted his head and asked.

"Of course not, because I already made this proposal at Christmas, and Dumbledore expressed firm opposition at that time."

When he said this, Grindelwald made a disdainful sound from his nose.

"It's love again. Dumbledore thinks this is the greatest magic in the world. He insists that if you have that kind of potential, he will use love to influence you until graduation."

"Ah, then maybe I'll just choose to turn around because I can't stand his nagging"...

Zhang Qi made a joke with relief.

Zhang Qi was still a little overwhelmed by his abilities, so he could only sneak attack on the old man in front of him.

Because once he was discovered, he would lose his physical advantage and had to choose to use magic to confront him head-on.

Zhang Qi was confident that he could break the old man's neck with his bare hands, but he knew in his heart that if he wanted to cross the blue circle of fire, he would have to practice for a few years...

"Then, don't you think I have the potential to become the third-generation Dark Lord?"

Zhang Qi looked at Grindelwald with his eyes and asked in a tentative tone.

"Indeed, I really don't think you will become the third Dark Lord."

Grindelwald nodded very solemnly, and then continued:

"I don't think the title of Dark Lord is worthy of you at all. To be worthy of your title is not so much a devil, but an emperor who reigns over the world."

"????"

A question mark appeared on Zhang Qi's face immediately.

"Let's discuss something. If you do ascend to the throne of the magic world one day, can you give me a makeover for this place? Just make me live a little more comfortable."

Grindelwald said to Zhang Qi.

"? You, what were you talking about just now?"

Zhang Qi asked with a confused expression.

"I said that according to the old Chinese saying, your kid is called an emperor, so don't you think about calling yourself an emperor directly?"

Grindelwald picked his nose with his hands in disdain.

"Some jokes should be told, and some jokes should not be told."

Zhang Qi's face immediately sank.

"I'm not joking with you, what I'm talking about is my most intuitive feeling."

"You really don't intend to fulfill the unreachable dreams of our youth for those of us who are half-buried, Mr. Qirol, or Zhang Qi"?

There was a playful look on Grindelwald's face.

"Whether you call me my French name or my Chinese name, I have to tell you that this is absolutely impossible."

Zhang Qi also looked at the old man in front of him very calmly.

"I can even admit that I have run a lot of forces with my mother over the years, but all of this is just to maintain our daily security. I have never thought about subverting this magical world today."

"Because although there are some problems in this world at present, it is still far from the level you mentioned. It is those ordinary wizards who blindly cause violence in the end."

"Really? Do you really think that the world is peaceful today? Don't you forget that there should be someone in this world who you want to die for"!

Grindelwald's voice suddenly rose:

"Tom Marvolo Riddle, the old Voldemort, an extremely stupid dark wizard, the murderer who killed so many people"!

"That kind of stupidity even makes me ashamed. At least I have my own purpose in killing people, but he is just to satisfy his inner tyrannical thoughts."

"I don't think I need your reminder to Mr. Grindelwald. One day I will catch him with my own hands and kill him so that he can die less easily"!

Zhang Qi's voice also became a lot sharper.

"I'll stick bamboo sticks in his side with my own hands, and tear open all the periosteum along the ribs - but don't worry, Mr Grindelwald, because of the wizard's much higher physique than Muggles, he won't It's so easy to die."

"The last executioner may not necessarily be me, but I will definitely guarantee that he will be able to experience the craftsmanship handed down by my grandfather before he is executed!"

When Zhang Qi said this, he slapped the table hard.

The enamel water cup on the table vibrated so high, and then fell heavily on the table, making a light clanging sound.

When Grindelwald heard these words, he felt a little palpitated for no reason.

It was as if he was not in a dilapidated but still very warm bedroom, but in a dark and humid torture room that looked a little stuffy because of the ventilation and the burning brazier!

What this young man said just now was full of uncontrollable killing intent. If words could cause an attack, Grindelwald felt that he had been stabbed long ago. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You make me feel even more special".

After being silent for a long time, Grindelwald looked at the young man in front of him over and over again, and then said in a difficult tone:

"No matter what you think, go ahead and do it. I really can't see through you."

"Well, it's been a long time Gellert, I think it's almost over."

Dumbledore suddenly pushed the door from the outside and walked in.

"It's getting late, this child will start his summer vacation from tomorrow."

"Then let him go first. Talking with young people will always yield something unexpected."

Grindelwald nodded.

"Come on child, say goodbye to him, maybe you will have a chance to meet in the future."

Dumbledore patted Zhang Qi on the shoulder.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I also have one last question I want to ask you, but in fact, to a certain extent, this is not the question I want to ask you."

Zhang Qi stood at the door of the bedroom and said towards Grindelwald.

"Ask it, kid, I'll tell you everything."

Grindelwald nodded thoughtfully.

"This is my grandmother's last words when she died. She wants to ask you, did you ever love her back then?"

Zhang Qi asked coldly.

After hearing this question, Grindelwald froze there, and remained silent for a long time.

Finally, the old man's lips trembled, and he spoke in a difficult tone:

"Sorry, kid, I don't know".

"I see".

Zhang Qi nodded, then, ignoring Grindelwald's pursing lips, he walked out of this slightly worn bedroom without looking back.

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