"We meet again, genius boy." Grindelwald looked at Weston with a smile, and then looked at Flitwick and the others, "Of course, you are also welcome to Durmstrang. I hope you are not here."
You will be disappointed."
Flitwick smiled slightly and nodded: "Of course not, this journey has opened our eyes. Durmstrang is indeed well-deserved!"
Grindelwald smiled, nodded, and asked, "Sorry, can Weston and I talk alone?"
Flitwick looked at Weston hesitantly, Weston thought for a moment and nodded to him.
After seeing this, Grindelwald smiled slightly, told Bach to take care of the people at Hogwarts, and then signaled that they could leave. Flitwick naturally saw what Grindelwald meant, and glanced at Weston with a slightly worried look.
, followed Bach and left.
"Mr. Grindelwald, do you have anything to say?" Weston said casually, slowly looking at the principal's office.
Compared with Dumbledore's office, Grindelwald's office is not so messy. There are only some books and some parchments. It looks clean, tidy and generous, which exactly corresponds to Grindelwald's character.
.
"How is our plan going?" As expected, this is what Grindelwald asked.
"Didn't Professor Dumbledore tell you?" Weston asked curiously.
"No, Albus did say something." Grindelwald shook his head, "However, he didn't make it too clear. He just told me that there was a way. And I was taking over Durmstrang at that time.
, and don’t have that much time to ask.”
So that's it, let me tell you, how could Dumbledore nod to Weston who was hiding something from his old lover.
"Actually, we are already halfway successful!" Weston saw Grindelwald raising his eyebrows and continued, "The method for making Muggles become wizards has been found, and it has been successful...
"
"Isn't this a success?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows.
Weston shook his head: "That's not the case. Mr. Grindelwald. Professor Dumbledore should have told you how to integrate Immortal blood into Muggle blood, right?"
"Albus did say something about it. What kind of potion is it?" Grindelwald said with some uncertainty.
"It is indeed a potion, a Philosopher's Stone potion." Weston nodded, "I think Mr. Grindelwald should know what the Philosopher's Stone is."
"You mean, that gadget developed by Nico Flamel?" Grindelwald sneered, "That's just a useless thing. The idea is very good, but after all, it is made of wizards.
I won’t even use anything you grow if you bring it to me.”
In this regard, Weston believed that Grindelwald was still proud after all and believed that wizards were the most noble species in the world. Of course, he would disdain for such a potion that uses wizards as ingredients.
"It's the magic stone." Weston nodded, "However, Nico and I used it to refine the blood of the Immortal Seed. You know, the magic stone itself is a good magic for purifying blood.
.Then......"
"And then use the easy-to-absorb properties of the magic stone potions to directly make blood potions?" Grindelwald directly guessed what was going on and clapped his hands excitedly, "What a pretty good idea."
"Yes, your guess is correct." Weston nodded affirmatively, "However, if this happens, promotion will become a big problem."
"There's no way to mass-produce it, right?" Grindelwald asked, "Refining the Philosopher's Stone itself is not a simple matter, and Nico can't teach it to people who don't trust it. The number of Muggles is still the same.
More. The most important thing is that there must be someone who doesn’t want you to succeed!”
Weston looked at Grindelwald seriously for the first time. He still underestimated the former Dark Lord. Everything Grindelwald said was right!
Think about it, after all, Grindelwald was a figure who almost brought about a revolution in the wizarding world. If he didn't have enough brains, how could he have so many people following him.
Somehow, Weston suddenly thought of the mustache during World War II. The mustache seemed to be German, and so was Grindelwald. Both of them were considered by the world to be complete villains and both were relatively radical racists.
.
However, the difference is that Mustache is more about satisfying his desire for power, while Grindelwald truly considers wizards while realizing his own ideals. This makes the two fundamentally different.
Of course, it is undeniable that their charisma is very strong.
"You are right, this is the biggest problem at the moment." Weston came back to his senses and sighed, "The people who blocked it have been solved, but mass production is still far away."
"Mr. Grindelwald, you know Muggles well, and you should know how huge their numbers are." Weston said helplessly, "It can be said to be more than a thousand times more than the entire magical world. No matter in terms of resources or resources,
Efficiency is not something that can be solved in a short time!”
Grindelwald nodded, his eyebrows knitted together, and suddenly he said something meaningful: "It would be great if most of the Muggles died!"
Weston was stunned when he heard this. This old man has such a murderous intention! He would not doubt whether Grindelwald could do such a thing. If it comes to the point where it can only be solved in this way, Grindelwald's wand will definitely not be
furnishings.
"Mr. Grindelwald, things haven't reached that point yet." Weston waved his hand, "We still have plenty of time."
"Time?" Grindelwald murmured, suddenly sighed, and said with some emotion, "Child, I am not you, you are still young, and I am already an old man."
"I have thought more than once that if there had been a genius like you around me back then, or just you, my ideal would have been realized long ago. I have no doubt about this. It's just that times have changed, and I
and Albus are old."
"I know that your method will definitely help me realize my ideal, but this time will never be short, and how many years can I live? I am a few years older than Albus!"
Having said this, Grindelwald suddenly thought of something and stared at Weston with a burning gaze. Weston almost couldn't help but hug his chest and step back. He took out his wand to defend himself. Weston did not forget that the old man in front of him was also an old man.
An old comrade.
"Weston, there is something I want to ask you!" Grindelwald stared at Weston and said solemnly.
"What's the matter?" Weston looked at him warily, secretly guarding himself, if he dared...
"Can you please take over the temple?" Grindelwald said seriously, "My ideal needs someone to inherit it, and you are the best choice!"