Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

He hadn't felt that feeling in a long time.

Well, that's the feeling of wanting to continue living...

Because he found that there seemed to be something unfinished.

perhaps……

I should have waited until Blake was fully brought up.

To meet death again?

I believe that with my help, the child can avoid many detours.

That's what I was like at the beginning.

At the beginning, because he had no rivals in alchemy, it made it difficult for him to make any progress in alchemy.

Therefore, he later tried to make his alchemy, which had almost come to a standstill, progress again.

I don't know how much suffering I have endured and how many detours I have taken. Because there is no one left to teach him anymore...

He didn't want a genius like Blake to end up like him.

No more wasting time on those detours he had taken.

……

Blake put down Quirrell's notes.

Because he received several golden treasure chests in succession.

If the guess is correct.

That was the sentiment coming from Mr. and Mrs. Nicolas Flamel.

Blake turned his attention to the treasure chest in the system space.

"synthesis……"

With Blake's operation.

The fifth diamond treasure chest appeared in the system space.

There are two more, keep up the good work...

Blake exits the Room of Requirement.

Then stand at the window in the corridor.

Look at the sky outside quietly.

After a while, a huge owl landed on the railing.

The eagle owl responded to the call.

It looked at Blake with the same haughty look as always.

Blake was used to this. He handed it a letter.

"Go ahead and give it to Mr. Newt Scamander," Black said softly.

Whether he could go to Albania during the Christmas holidays depended on Newt.

……

France.

A remote ranch.

An old lady who looked very dignified was holding a cat and sitting quietly on a recliner at the door of the house, basking in the sun.

She looked towards the mountains in the distance. Her eyes were full of nostalgia...

Suddenly, the nostalgic look in her eyes disappeared, replaced by a sharpness that shouldn't be there at her age.

"What are you doing here?" the old woman said coldly.

Behind the old woman's recliner, in the shadow of the wooden house, a dark figure slowly walked out.

"He's moving."

This voice is also very old.

After hearing this seemingly ordinary sentence, the old woman's eyes suddenly lit up. "Are you serious?"

"Yes! It's absolutely true! He used the power of his family!"

The figure said in a hoarse voice.

But the old woman still heard the joy in his voice. Of course, wasn't her own voice joyful too?

"He hasn't made any movement in so many years. I thought he was dead... Do you know what he is doing with these powers?"

The figure visibly hesitated.

"He seems to be... searching for some materials, some collection of books..."

"Then……"

"And then?" the old woman asked impatiently when she saw him pause.

The figure continued:

"Then he gave all these things to a boy..."

"The house elves told me this news."

"They were overjoyed... There was no secrecy."

The old woman stood up.

"Boy? What boy?"

The figure suddenly took out a photo from his pocket.

"You'll understand after you look at this."

The old woman took the photo.

He just took a quick look and immediately his eyes widened.

"This...this boy looks a lot like him!"

"Yes... This is also the most puzzling part for me..." The figure hesitated for a moment, then continued, "The house-elves told me that this is the son of their old master..."

The old woman's sharp eyes seemed to pierce through the figure.

"House elves generally don't lie about this kind of thing... In other words, this is true?"

"But...he is so old...how could he have such a young son?"

The figure took a step forward, "Vita..."

"Call me Rosil!" the old woman said angrily.

"Okay... Rosier..."

"Not just you and me, I mean, we! We are all full of doubts about this boy..." Everyone agreed that it would be most appropriate for you to ask him..."

Vita Rosier was silent for a long time.

"I will go."

Chapter 130: The Sealed Prophecy! A New Group in the Wizarding World?

Grindelwald sat on the stone bed.

Holding a notebook in his hands.

"Prophecy..."

he said softly.

Then he picked up a feather pen and started writing in his notebook.

"You may need some tools to assist you."

"For example, a crystal ball."

"A child with the gift of prophecy."

"With the help of a crystal ball."

"It will be easier to open the third eye..."

Suddenly, he looked up at the sky outside the window.

He sighed helplessly.

Then he wrote in his notebook:

"I have some things to do for now."

"Try to find a crystal ball first."

"Let's talk later."

After finishing writing.

Grindelwald closed his notebook.

Then quietly look at the wall with the window.

at this time.

The tower stairs where footsteps hadn't been heard for a long time.

Another footstep appeared.

There was a hint of trance in Grindelwald's eyes.

It’s like going back to the past.

At that time, behind him.

There will always be a woman following him.

A witch named Vita Rosier.

She is his most loyal follower.

He is his most loyal believer...

He would never forget the sound of her footsteps.

Although her footsteps were no longer as powerful as before.

After a while.

The stone wall under the window suddenly began to ripple a little like water.

Then, a human-shaped bulge gradually appeared.

The next second, the human-shaped bulge broke through, and an old woman came out from the wall.

"Ah... Vita. My friend... long time no see."

Grindelwald had a genuine smile on his face.

Vita's face also showed excitement.

Almost fifty years ago...

They had not seen each other for nearly fifty years.

"Long time no see... Gellert."

Vita barely controlled her emotions.

"You are becoming spirited, Gellert."

This was Vita's first feeling.

In fact, when Grindelwald was first imprisoned in Nurmengard.

Vita, who managed to escape, actually came to see Grindelwald.