In the empty tavern room, Grindelwald drank the beer in his hand and walked to Elena.
"Is it the human heart? Maybe that's not necessarily the case."
The old man picked up the pile of documents placed next to the girl, flipped through a few pages at random, and after a few seconds of silence, he casually glanced at Elena, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he whispered pointedly.
"Indeed, whether it is the unfinished aircraft carrier, or any real estate or light industrial production plant in the non-magical world, it sounds like it has a very high value. I never knew that there are so many treasures in the non-magical world.
"
"They have always been there, it's just that you never cared about them." Elena replied calmly, "Besides, as an economic advisor to Hogwarts, it is not normal to invest in high-value areas and pursue profits.
Does it make sense?”
"No problem, but the premise is..."
Grindelwald glanced at Elena, grinned and said.
"These values are not imposed on them by you, right, my lovely little angel."
"Huh? What are you talking about?"
Elena's eyes flickered, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.
Grindelwald shook his head and said.
"Leechews and lacewings are the humblest insects, but after being prepared by a potion master, they can brew valuable polyjuice potion; birch wood and larch wood can be seen everywhere every day.
Only after being processed by a wand maker can trees be made into magic spells with magical power..."
As he spoke, Grindelwald picked up the stack of documents in his hand, shook it, stretched out his index finger, and made a crisp sound on it.
"Without the magical power and follow-up transformation plan, the aircraft carrier would be just a pile of scrap steel to most forces; without the bet with Gringotts and the subsequent direction of magic-science output, the Muggles you proposed to accept
The scientists and the currency hoarded beneath Hogwarts are equally useless."
The old man let out a long breath and looked at the little witch in front of him with soft eyes.
"Do you think Albus and I can't see it? The real precious thing is you, not the things you said. This also means that you are actually using the power of the magical world to help the non-magical world.
melon."
"so what?"
Elena raised her head, looked at Grindelwald quietly with her lake-blue eyes, and asked softly.
"Yes, this is actually an aid plan, a humanitarian aid using the power of the magical world, not a capitalist aid plan... I admit that I do have selfish motives, but as long as I find a win-win way, what does it matter?
?Isn’t it precisely because of this that you and Dumbledore’s professors acquiesced in all this?"
"Not exactly."
After being silent for a few seconds, Grindelwald said in a low voice.
"I don't mean to reprimand or question you, but you must understand that Muggles are not simple-minded animals. If you are good to them, they may be grateful for a while, but once you align with their interests,
If you violate it, they will not hesitate to break the pretense of friendship and use the help they received from you to deal with you."
Behavior similar to Elena's is not uncommon in history. In fact, throughout the long history, wizards and Muggles have had many honeymoon periods of intimacy, but eventually they turned into wars over time.
and hostile.
And whenever that happens, the magical world, whose mysterious cloak is stripped away, is always the most seriously injured.
However, for Grindelwald, the most important thing at the moment is not to continue to keep secrets. The times have changed. The integration and frank communication between the magic world and the non-magic world is a matter of time. Rather than waiting for the verdict, it is better to take the initiative.
What he cares about is actually...
"Elena Kaslana, I'm starting to get a little worried."
Grindelwald took out his wand, tapped his palm repeatedly, and asked softly.
"When at some point everyone has to choose a side, which side will you be on?"
The room suddenly became extremely quiet, and a powerful magic gradually brewed in the tavern. The emotions of wizards are always more likely to cause stress than Muggles, especially wizards of Grindelwald's level.
Grindelwald looked into Elena's eyes quietly, waiting for the girl's answer.
As if she didn't feel the pressure in Grindelwald's tone, Elena answered with a relaxed expression.
"I won't choose."
"Huh? This is not something you can decide..."
Hearing Elena's answer, a hint of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the first-generation Dark Lord, and he sighed without leaving any trace.
"You may have misunderstood. I'm not trying to escape. What I mean is..."
However, before Grindelwald could finish his words, Elena raised her voice and interrupted him.
"Yes, one day, everyone will face a choice. But it is not as you and Professor Dumbledore imagined. It would be too boring to divide the magical world and the non-magical world according to the outdated boundaries...
"
Elena smiled slightly, put down the water glass in her hand, stood up and walked in front of Grindelwald. She raised her head and looked at the old, first-generation Dark Lord, with a burning look in her eyes that made people a little scared.
"At that time, everyone has only two choices...stand on my side, or stand on my side in the future. Whether it is the magical world, the non-magical world, the magical animal world, the animal world..."
Elena stretched out her left hand, five fingers slowly passed in front of Grindelwald's eyes, and she made a fist with her palm.
"I want them all!"
Grindelwald's eyes burst into light.
Sure enough, this little girl's appetite is much greater than he imagined. Even he didn't have such big ambitions and ideas back then. He tried to gather all the forces together. This is what can be called a new world.
The devil of hope.
As for what the future will bring, he doesn't care.
The disintegration of the Soviet Union brought him too much emotion. He would rather leave his future to a more radical wizard than have an ambitious and compassionate Madonna appear in the future to lead the magical world to actively "disintegrate".
In order to prevent this from happening, Grindelwald has even made the worst plan to execute the traitor himself.
"So, do you have any questions? Grandpa?"
Elena glanced at Grindelwald, who was close at hand, and gently put her white hand on the old man's arm, while the other hand was placed on Grindelwald's chest, like a timid little granddaughter.
Grindelwald came back to his senses, moved his lips, and released the wand in his hand with a wry smile.
This distance was enough for him to clearly see the powerful magic lingering on the girl's fingertips.