Looking at Sean's back who had turned away, Capone had some hesitation in his eyes.
He looked down at the Christmas gift he had planned to give to Melanie.
The rough and simple box has been given a new look, and the packaging looks elegant and refined.
This is magic, the magic of my dreams... That was the first thought that came to Capone's mind.
He was even a little annoyed, why didn't he carefully watch Mr. Wallop's movements when he cast magic?
However, this thought was quickly suppressed by the things that had been filling my mind.
Capone looked at the gift in his hand hesitantly and suddenly didn't know whether he should give it away.
In fact, he himself is not sure about his thoughts, or in other words, he has too many thoughts.
Of course he knows that Milani is very good...
The two have grown up together since childhood. She will not laugh at herself because she wears inappropriate old clothes, she will not look down on herself because she has always swallowed her anger, and she will not bully her with David's group of bad boys.
She treats herself very well...
Because of his experiences growing up, Capone matured earlier than other children. Because of this, he clearly understood himself.
He has low self-esteem.
The appearance of Mr. Wallop broke all this. Capone began to long for that mysterious and unknown world, began to long for a better life and a better self, and also began to... began to long for Milani.
But as he learned more about that world, Capone began to hesitate.
He learned that his father was a squib who was born in the magical world but could not become a wizard.
Capone could never forget his father's happy and excited look and envy after Mr. Wallop talked with him.
My father is envious of himself...
He couldn't forget that his father drank a lot that night and told him a lot about the magical world.
My father mentioned a lot of differences between the magical world and the ordinary world. Yes, the difference between squibs and wizards is so big, but what about Muggles and wizards?
Capone didn't know what he was hesitating about, but he knew he was worried.
If, if Milani knew that she was a wizard and an alien different from her... would she still treat herself with the same attitude as now?
Will she look at him with frightened eyes?
When Capone thought about that scene, he felt that he couldn't accept it.
However, Mr. Wallop, the man who brought great changes to his life and even brought hope, was encouraging himself... but he also gave himself a choice.
Capone sighed and looked towards Ms. Bathilda's yard.
Mr. Wallop bowed slightly and was talking to Ms. Bathilda who had just opened the door.
Looking from this side, Capone could see Mr. Wallop's gentle and polite smile.
If only he could be someone like Mr. Wallop. He wouldn't have this kind of trouble, right?
…
"Oh, oh, Sean, thank you for your Christmas gift." Old Bathilda said tremblingly.
"Please don't be polite, madam, I also like your gift." Sean said with a smile.
"As long as you like it. Gellert is upstairs..."
Sean nodded, and after helping old Bathilda back to the living room, he walked up to the second floor softly.
"Dong dong dong." He knocked on the door.
Little Grindelwald said nothing, but the door opened a crack by itself.
Sean opened the door and walked in: "Good afternoon, sir, and Merry Christmas."
Little Grindelwald was sitting on the only chair in the room, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand and pouring it into his mouth without any image.
Sean looked around, waved his wand, and the empty wine bottles in the room floated over and then twisted into a chair.
Little Grindelwald raised his eyelids, and then sneered: "You smell like an Inferi - you went to see him? Ha, what did you discuss?"
Sean sat on a chair and smelled his robe. He came over in a hurry and did not change into a new robe. He just used magic to dry it. Unexpectedly, Grindelwald could smell the so-called inferi. He still smelled it.
It's quite normal...
"Yes, I went to find him," Sean gave up looking for the smell of the so-called Inferi and admitted openly, then changed the topic, "But instead of discussing it, I got a way. I
Go and inform him."
Little Grindelwald's eyes narrowed slightly, and his smile looked happy and mocking: "The solution - it seems that you are really trying your best."
Sean shrugged: "This has been my only goal recently. Whether it is for you, me or other people in this world, this problem needs to be solved."
"He is really a kind and kind person," little Grindelwald licked his lips, "Come on, tell me what solution you came up with."
"Consistency..." Sean gushed about the method of making the two Grindelwalds "come into one".
After he finished speaking, little Grindelwald touched his stubble, looking thoughtful.
After a long time, he said: "It's a very smart idea. If I do what you said, there is a high probability that it will succeed - oh, the world's crisis has been lifted like this~"
Little Grindelwald's smile gradually became wilder, and Sean looked at him without saying a word.
"Why don't you say anything, my child. I have approved your idea and the success rate is very high." Grindelwald smiled happily.
Sean spread his hands: "Approval does not mean acceptance. Obviously, sir, you are not ready to cooperate with him."
Little Grindelwald was even happier: "You are indeed very smart, although there is a huge loophole in that plan - I don't want to cooperate with you. What you said is very accurate."
Sure enough... Sean curled his lips.
Little Grindelwald seemed to be very happy to see Sean's expression. He said leisurely: "Sean, you underestimate the power of time. Yes, you are right. I am Grindelwald. He
It’s also Grindelwald, we are essentially the same person.”
"It's just," his eyes suddenly turned cold, "I have been imprisoned for nearly a hundred years, but I have not seen a better world or my ideals that have been achieved - I am very dissatisfied because I
It's Grindelwald."
Sean sighed silently, it was almost as he imagined.
Grindelwald is such a piss-poor...
Little Grindelwald was still talking: "I can see that you want to convince me that the wine I like is related to the development of the wizarding world in the past hundred years, the so-called prosperity that makes people feel a little happy. By the way, there are also
There’s that kid named Capone, and your little thoughts are quite interesting——”
"It's just that I don't need a healed Obscurus, I need a world where there will never be an Obscurus again. Sean, answer me, if he and I become one, can we do it?"
Little Grindelwald raised the bottle to him: "It can't be done, right? Haha, respect the world."
Sean looked at each other and sighed in his heart.
Young Grindelwald was not even twenty years old when he was imprisoned. Although he was both Grindelwald, he was obviously more idealistic - and precisely for this reason, idealists will become even more angry after their dreams are shattered.
Let's rely on evidence.
Sean stood up: "Sir, I know it is almost impossible to convince you."
"That's good. Let's go. Merry Christmas." Little Grindelwald waved his hand, as if he was sending guests off directly.
Sean did not move, but took out a bottle: "So I choose to let you convince yourself."
The moment Sean took out the memory bottle, little Grindelwald's eyes changed.
His eyes became sharp and dangerous, mixed with deep anger.
"Sir, this is his memory - well, it's from 1996." Sean said truthfully.
Little Grindelwald snorted coldly, and the chill gradually dissipated.
"I dare not say that I can understand your feelings. After all, I have never experienced it... But I think you should probably take a look at this memory. Maybe you can get an answer, or maybe you think he can't convince you.
If you just maintain the status quo, there will be no loss for you, right?"
Sean said quickly while observing the other person's expression.
No one knows Grindelwald better than Grindelwald, and he feels that the other party will not refuse.
This person likes to chase the truth, and doesn't like his own destiny to be controlled - no matter what attitude he holds towards his future self, he will not refuse this memory.
The chill lasted in the room for a while, and little Grindelwald threw away the red wine bottle in his hand and stood up.
"I'll give you a chance, but if this thing doesn't convince me, then you don't have to come to me in the future - let's welcome a new world in 1996."
After saying this, he disappeared directly.
"Huh..." Although Sean felt that he was quite confident, he had to admit that he was still a little worried. If little Grindelwald didn't cooperate at all...
He turned into black smoke and got out of the window, and quickly arrived at the dilapidated old house of the Dumbledore family.
Pushing open Dumbledore's former bedroom, sure enough, little Grindelwald was already waiting inside.
Looking at the other party with cold eyes, Sean took out the pensieve he had prepared without saying anything.
He handed the memory bottle to the other party and consciously left the room.
In the room, little Grindelwald raised the memory bottle without any extra thinking or hesitation.
He uncorked the bottle, put in the memory, and then buried his head.
Outside the room, Sean leaned against the moldy and peeling wall of the corridor, kicking the wall with his heels while listening intently to what was going on in that room.
There was no sound... Sean licked his lips.
Time passed by, and even Sean, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, became a little anxious at this time.
What kind of memory did Grindelwald leave behind in the future, and how did that memory convince little Grindelwald...
Just as Sean was thinking, he suddenly felt goosebumps all over his body and trembled.
An indescribable but unforgettable wave passed through Sean's heart.
This is...a sign that the will of the world is beginning to awaken!
Sean quickly walked to the window and looked up at the sky.
The originally sunny sky suddenly turned dark, and a heavy rain seemed to be brewing.
Here it comes... Sean's eyes flashed.
This is the impact that both Dumbledore and the future Grindelwald would mention!
This scene is not as good as the time when old Grindelwald just realized the truth, but it is far better than the time when Dumbledore checked the hundred-year memory!
Sean's breathing quickened involuntarily.
The old house of Dumbledore's family was enchanted. Although it is not as good as the concealment ability of the invisibility cloak, it can still cover it up to a certain extent, but the will of the world still fluctuates to such a degree!
Both Dumbledore and Grindelwald said that the impact this time will not be small, but it will be within a controllable range.
But looking at the current posture, Sean couldn't help but beat a drum in his heart.
Although Dumbledore and Grindelwald are wise and powerful, they are not wizard gods after all...
Moreover, Sean discovered that the so-called controllability...this controllability contrasts with the worst situation, that is, the will of the world directly awakens and changes the course of the world.
"Huh... I hope nothing happens that can't be solved..." Sean whispered to himself.
At this time, wizards from all over the world, magical animals with magical powers, and Muggles with sensitive sixth senses all looked to the sky.
"Here we go again...the same situation as before..." A wizard muttered to himself in horror.
"What's wrong with the world..." A wizard was anxiously discussing with his companions.
The magical animals began to return to their nests collectively, and the animals living in groups huddled together, trembling slightly.
In the castle, the professors and students who were putting up Christmas decorations all raised their heads, and then looked at their companions in horror. Hermione grabbed Daisy's hand, and both of them had worries in their eyes.
In the lonely temple floating in the sky, many floating figures in black robes raised their heads.
"It starts again..."
"I have a feeling that this has something to do with Grindelwald..."
In the principal's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore, who was deep in thought, looked out the window. His eyes lit up and he whispered to himself: "Sean, you found it..."
On the gloomy island in the middle of the lake, a corner of the air was lifted, and an eye was exposed. Grindelwald curled up his lips: "Let's start preparations..."
On one side of Godric's Hollow, Capone looked at the big tree not far away and took a deep breath.
He pulled away the ribbon that Sean had conjured for him.
The exquisite packaging box twisted for a while and returned to its original rough and shabby appearance.
But Capone just held the box tightly and smiled.
The exquisite packaging did not disappear in the twisting, but expanded and became larger, and finally turned into a thick book.
"Hogwarts: A History of the School".
Capone opened it in surprise, and there was a card on the title page.
"Merry Christmas, Capone, and may we always keep the good stuff - your friend, Sean Wallop."
"Mr. Wallop..." Capone winked hard.
He took a deep breath and wiped his eyes.
With a sunny smile, he walked resolutely towards the big tree in the distance.
Just as he took a step forward, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.
That feeling comes again... is time going to disappear again...
Capone's eyes widened. He had indeed prayed for time to disappear before...but not now!