Armenia, the small town of Tsavdzo, in the living room of the Aghasheyan family.
The spout of the copper kettle on the kitchen stove made a shrill scream, temporarily breaking the silence in the living room.
Old Hash turned his head and looked at the kettle with white mist, then turned his head and looked at the two old wizards sitting at the dining table in his living room, and finally chose to move his eyes to the old wizard sitting at the armchair.
The Muggle woman who patiently read "Wandering with Werewolves".
He swallowed, his voice filled with an indescribable dryness.
"So, you really weren't kidding just now?"
"Ms. Arkhipovna is not joking, Mr. Agkhasyan."
Dumbledore said gently. He crossed his fingers on the table and his expression gradually returned to seriousness.
"If you are interested in those stories, we can even take the time to chat for several hours after this matter is over. But it is probably not... well, not appropriate to explain these in detail now..." Dumbledore shook his head,
He said softly, "Well, regarding the unexpected incident that you and Mr. Lockhart encountered, we almost have no questions now, but I still have a few confusions that may not be relevant..."
As the old wizard spoke, he glanced at the pocket watch placed on the table and spoke a little faster.
"I remember you said before that this is your seclusion place——"
"good."
"At the same time, if I remember correctly, the place where you and Mr. Lockhart were interviewed before was the cafe in the Armenian Magic Commercial Street?"
"Of course, I don't want to invite those greedy hyenas looking for news into my home."
"Well, I think so too - but this is very strange. How did those werewolves know your specific address?"
"They said it was from reporters...wait!"
Aghaxiyan replied subconsciously. Just halfway through his words, his expression suddenly changed.
"I never told those reporters where I lived!"
"Obviously, someone told them..."
At this time, another old voice intervened in the conversation.
Grindelwald picked his ears and said carelessly what Dumbledore didn't have time to say.
But this time he didn't mean to insert Dumbledore's mouth, he just planned to speed up the pace a little.
The old demon king wearing the "Paracelsus" vest paused for half a second, then took the topic very naturally and continued.
"You have a lot of time to think about who betrayed your specific address... It doesn't matter. As long as more than three people know a secret, you can't expect it to not sneak out on its own. To be honest, I never think that
Leaks are nothing to make a fuss about."
"Secrets always spread like wildfire, but -"
An intriguing and strange light appeared in Grindelwald's eyes, and he spoke softly in a long tone.
"Compared to inadvertently leaking certain information and weaving a lie that is true enough, this kind of thing is much more difficult."
"A lie that is true enough? Mr. Paracelsus, you mean——"
"That's right. The authenticity of the humanoid restoration spell."
Grindelwald shrugged and glanced at Dumbledore, who was sitting beside him thoughtfully, with a playful expression.
"Or, more accurately, it should be summed up as 'the hope of werewolves becoming human again'."
"If we trace the origin of werewolves in the magical world, we can even trace it back to the Sumerian era of Mesopotamian civilization, which is more than 4,000 years ago. And since then, almost every period of time, there will be
Someone claims to have found a way to turn werewolves back into humans."
"And now, thousands of years have passed, and no one has ever really solved this problem. Wolfsbane potion is just a tranquilizer."
"It's impossible for a werewolf to turn back into a human again!"
"This is almost a universally accepted truth in the wizarding world, right?"
Grindelwald tapped his withered, skinny fingers on the newspapers spread out on the table, and then pointed at the book in Arkhipovna's hand.
"However, in such a desperate and rational situation, those werewolves were actually possessed, believing in the plot of a novel written by a writer under thirty years old to earn royalties, and they gathered in the Armenian forest at all risks
, hoping to be saved..."
"Why? Even though they are not much smarter than beasts when they transform into wolf form, they are normal most of the time."
"The answer is very simple. In addition to newspapers and novels, someone - I think there may be more than one, or two people - told them that the story about werewolves turning back into humans is real. I have to admit that for those in the abyss of despair,
For a wandering fellow, weaving an illusory lie is not particularly difficult. The more powerful wizards are, when they show some brilliance of goodwill and justice..."
A hint of cold teasing emerged from the corner of Grindelwald's mouth, and he looked at the sky outside the window with interest.
"People often say that a werewolf is a beast dominated by hatred and bloodthirsty desire."
"They are cursed for eternity, they are cruel and dangerous, and their hatred for themselves and the world drives them to continuously attack humans."
"In fact, no one will move forward because of hatred, whether they are werewolves, wizards or Muggles. I don't think hatred can be the driving force for most intelligent beings to survive. It can really make people explode into amazing things.
Power is freedom, truth, or love."
A few decades ago, these could be said to be the areas he was best at - exploiting people's desire for beauty to achieve their goals.
Unlike Albus Dumbledore who struggled with who was the real "whistleblower".
Almost as soon as the story of Agharshyan was told, Grindelwald realized what the fog was.
"Obviously, this is a very long, well-prepared lie. At a time when we didn't notice, someone compiled a clever and cruel dream for the werewolves - those werewolves who still believe in the light. And the dream
The picture is the story of Lockhart."
"If I'm not wrong, they originally planned the location in England, but the plan seems to have been moved forward due to Lockhart's showdown."
"I do not understand--"
At this moment, Aghaxiyan frowned and looked at the old wizard who looked vaguely uncomfortable.
"Okay, let's assume that someone deliberately spreads rumors among werewolves, making them believe for a short time that there really is some bullshit 'werewolf's magic spell to restore human form'. Wouldn't everything be over when they find me? If it's false, it's false. If a paragraph
The journey is supported by lies, and the truth is the destination.”
"Don't you understand yet? What is the biggest problem with werewolves? You should know, right?"
Grindelwald said coldly with a cold glint in his eyes.
"Hidden, solitary, unable to distinguish and pursue...just like those mosquitoes flying around in the banquet hall."
"If you want to eliminate them, you must first throw out a tempting cake. And you, as well as Gilderoy Lockhart, are the bait that can make the werewolves flock to them from all directions. As for
Whether this bait is real or fake is completely unimportant..."
The old devil tapped his fingers on the table and turned his head to look at Dumbledore, whose expression had completely changed.
"This is indeed a trap, Albus."
"However, the target is the werewolves living on the European continent."
"As for the best time to close the trap..."
"Tomorrow's sunrise - the moment the full moon night ends, the werewolf will not be much stronger than a baby after the transformation."
Dumbledore took a long breath and said in a deep voice, his expression becoming extremely serious.
As the most powerful white wizard in the wizarding world today and the former Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Dumbledore naturally immediately understood what Grindelwald had not finished saying - judging from all aspects, if the speculation is true,
Then this would be a perfect werewolf slaying.
More importantly, it is different from the concerns of the British wizarding community...
In the land of Armenia, there is no follow-up plan to build a "werewolf concentration camp".
When the sun rises, for those werewolves who still want to turn back into humans, there is a high probability that there will only be one outcome.
"That's right. Now here comes the problem..."
Grindelwald waggled his fingers happily and relaxed in the armchair.
"A few months ago, when the British Ministry of Magic was sieging the werewolf community, you chose to stand by and watch. Now, a larger-scale siege is about to happen. What are you going to do? And... that innocent, cute and cruel person