Hogwarts: What bad intentions could the little badger have?

Want him to go with him.

but……

At that time, all she saw was a man with a dead heart.

A lifeless loser.

At that time, there was only darkness in his eyes.

Even though she was standing in front of him.

He couldn't see her in his pupils.

but now……

She seemed to see the ambitious Gellert again!

Because she saw hope in his eyes again.

He saw Grindelwald staring at him.

Vita couldn't help but touch her face.

Then he couldn't help but said disappointedly:

"I am old, Gellert..."

"We are all old, Vita," Grindelwald said with emotion.

Now, it should be the world of young people...

The image of Black flashed through Grindelwald's mind.

He raised his head and looked at Vita, who seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Suddenly he smiled and said, "You weren't so shy before."

"If you have any questions, just ask."

His powers of observation are as sharp as ever.

Vita took a deep breath and said, "Although it's rude to ask."

"But...I want to know...we all want to know."

"That boy...is he really your son?"

Grindelwald seemed to have known that she would ask this question.

There was no look of surprise.

"Yes, he is my son."

"Black Grindelwald."

Vita said doubtfully: "But...you..."

"Vita, do you still remember the original experiment?"

"Which experiment?"

"The experiment at the Institute of Biology."

Long-lost memories instantly awakened in Vita's mind!

"Then...didn't that experiment fail?"

“Even the researchers have all evacuated!”

Because that experiment has failed.

That's why she didn't think about it for a while.

Grindelwald smiled.

"Gucci! Move a chair and make a pot of tea."

Vita, like him, was old.

He had no intention of keeping his once most loyal follower standing.

The elderly house-elf appeared.

Holding a pot of tea in his hands.

Behind him, a chair and a coffee table were floating.

Vita didn't ask any more questions.

After Gucci set up, I sat down.

Because she knows.

The following story may be a little long.

……

Blake looked into the crystal ball in Baker's hand.

No one asked him where he was from.

In the entire Hogwarts, only Trelawney's classroom has a crystal ball.

Judging from the fact that she often gets drunk.

I really don't have a crystal ball.

She really couldn't notice it.

Blake picked up the crystal ball.

Then put it on the table.

The center of the crystal ball.

Filled with white irregular mist.

Blake reached out and pressed his hand on the crystal ball.

Then he gently input his magic power into it.

Because of what happened to those poor wands before.

He didn't want the crystal ball to explode directly by himself.

As Blake's magic surged in.

The white mist in the crystal ball began to condense gradually.

But, just when it was about to take shape.

But suddenly disappeared!

Blake watched the scene in confusion.

This really puzzled him.

His talent for prophecy is superb.

And he also has the ultimate mastery of the art of prophecy!

Follow the experience of other disciplines.

At the beginning, he was rewarded with mastery of the basic art of transfiguration.

Then he instantly gained all the knowledge of Transfiguration at this level!

But mastery of prophecy is quite the opposite!

Although the system shows that he has mastered the art of prophecy to the highest level.

But he had no knowledge of the art of prophecy!

In this situation, let alone mastering the ultimate prophecy technique.

Not even as good as an elementary level!

This is not the strangest.

The strangest thing was when he picked up the book on prophecy.

It seems like his memory talent and academic talent have temporarily failed!

And his superb talent for prophecy was useless!

Just now, he almost made a prediction!

The white mist in the crystal ball is almost taking shape!

But it suddenly disappeared!

All in all.

It was as if his power of prophecy had been deliberately sealed by someone!

"Who...sealed my prophecy?"

"Why did he do this?"

"Are you afraid that I will see the future?"

"is it him?"

"Was it the man who carried me out of the lab who did it?"

……

Nurmengard.

Vita drank the tea in her cup.

"So that's it..."

"That man, the one who carried Blake out of the lab."

"We will all track it down together."

"As for Blake..."

The corner of her mouth twitched.

"…When I knew about Blake's existence."

"I actually wanted to get rid of him..."

"Because he is also Dumbledore's son... and it is difficult for you to influence him now..."

"In that case, we will just have one more enemy."

"But now I've changed my mind."

"As long as he's still here, you can still become the original Grindelwald!"

"Instead of that loser who is desperate and quietly waiting to die..."

"But I still say the same thing. It is not wise to let him grow up under the care of a hypocritical man like Dumbledore!"

Grindelwald said nothing.

And Vita didn't say anything more.

She just left like that.

After a long time.

Grindelwald sighed, "You are still unwilling to give up..."

"It's a pity that I no longer have that kind of mind."

"These things should be handed over to young people..."

……

Black looked at Filch in front of him.

"Mr. Filch, are you sure you want to learn this?"

Filch looked at Black pleadingly.