Chapter 309: Chapter 120: For the Greater Good! Dispute! (Part 4)
"He wanted to know why you were spreading his rumors, so I told him my perspective..." Aurora cautiously explained her conversation with Ian after so consideration.
"To cover up the morning news, is that really what you think?" Grindelwald maintained his smile as he looked at his kin with deep eyes after listening.
"Isn’t it?"
Aurora slightly furrowed her brow.
She thought her analysis should be correct.
"I told your friend a principle, and perhaps it’s ti to tell you again." Grindelwald lightly waved his magic wand, reshaping the iron artifacts Aurora brought.
Then.
One after another, the instrunts of torture, which were chilling just to look at, began to appear consecutively in the underground classroom, placed exactly where Grindelwald wanted them.
While transforming the classroom.
Grindelwald didn’t forget to instruct Aurora with aningful insight as he calmly spoke.
"We prophets see futures that are sotis contradictory and sotis just illusory reflections. As for those clear and definitive prophecies, they seem inevitable in the eyes of the diocre, but for the outstanding ones, they can be guided towards a desired direction."
"Of course, guiding a prophecy’s developnt based on personal will is extrely difficult, so enlisting the help of other wizards becos an inevitable choice."
Grindelwald effortlessly reshaped the entire layout of the classroom, and after putting away his magic wand, he looked at the increasingly puzzled Aurora, whose brows were almost knitted into a small old lady.
"What do you an?"
Aurora couldn’t comprehend Grindelwald’s words.
Yet Grindelwald didn’t show a disappointed expression because of this.
He just kept smiling softly.
And spoke lightly.
"Child, the wonders of wizards far exceed your imagination. Our thoughts, beliefs, and knowledge may perhaps be part of a grand sche in the mystic world."
Upon hearing this.
Aurora’s eyes widened imdiately.
"You want Ian to contend with you for Dumbledore? And turn Dumbledore into a Succubus?" The young German girl’s tone was full of disbelief. She gasped three or four tis on the spot, thankful that due to helping Grindelwald, she hadn’t heard the latest absurd version of the rumors.
"What kind of ghost stories are these... Damn! I should have put more effort into making that book!" Grindelwald’s smile beca sowhat stiff, clearly not expecting the storybook to include news about the Succubus as well. The prophet seed to be once again mocked by fate.
"Isn’t it so?"
Aurora wondered if she was using a provocation tactic.
"Of course not!"
One of Grindelwald’s eyes suddenly changed color, only he could see the images within, and his voice began to turn a bit deep and full of aning.
"I just want to take advantage of the opportunity to plant a seed in the hearts of this batch of little wizards. One day, they will gradually sprout, contributing to that greater vision."
Grindelwald’s expression was extrely serious.
"What kind of seed?"
Aurora suddenly looked up.
The now expressionless Grindelwald only provided a different answer.
"A seed that will make that little one thank ."
After hesitating for a mont.
He still reluctantly added a sentence.
"Of course, so things did have small errors, harmless though, but... I still have to go to that little witch and reconstruct the book in her hands."
With that said.
Grindelwald hurriedly walked out of the classroom—his sowhat rushed silhouette making Aurora think that her previous judgnt wasn’t entirely wrong.
What greater vision.
There’s definitely an intent to cover up news headlines!
...
As Grindelwald walked, he transford into a little witch, smoothly slipping into the Slytherin College common room, stealthily pulling out his magic wand and aiming it at the dormitory of the little witches.
anwhile.
Ian, who originally wanted to visit the Owl Shed, was eavesdropping on an exceptionally intense confrontation—a tumultuous argunt emanating from the Owl Shed.
"I told you! I didn’t steal your thing!!"
"Who else could it possibly be besides you?! Don’t deceive !! Soone told
you opened it!"
"How many tis do I have to tell you! When I opened it, it didn’t have what you said inside! If you don’t believe , dive into my mind and see my mories!"
Ian was hiding in a corner outside.
He couldn’t see the figures inside the dimly lit Owl Shed, but could identify the voices’ owners from the nas displayed on the Living Map.
Albus Dumbledore.
Abeforth Dumbledore.
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