Chương 160: Chapter 163: I Just Want Him to Notify Me When He Revives Next Time...
Wizards are very particular about packaging.
When Grindelwald opened the box on the table and saw only a quill inside, he couldn't help but twitch his eye.
"Don't you think the gift is too light?"
The gray-haired young man casually sat on a chair nearby, glanced at Grindelwald's expression, and chuckled, "It's not surprising. Mr. Grindelwald is highly respected in the European magical world. It's normal to look down on a student like me..."
"No."
Grindelwald interrupted calmly, tossing the quill into his drawer and rubbing his forehead in mild frustration. "If you had come empty-handed, I might have felt better..."
With a sigh, Grindelwald looked at the young man. "Now that you have taken the trouble to bring me a gift, it seems I might have to help you with something troublesome..."
Based on his understanding of Wilson, Grindelwald knew he never did anything meaningless. Every action had significant implications.
Especially the gifts.
To date, Grindelwald had only received one gift from Wilson: a pocket watch containing a photo of him and Dumbledore from their youth.
This pocket watch was very much to Grindelwald's liking.
The Dark Lord had become very fond of the watch, often fiddling with it whenever possible.
However, the watch also served as a warning.
Even though they had already formed an unequal blood pact, Wilson, with his deep thoughts, still occasionally reminded him...
Honestly.
This young man was trouble.
Grindelwald felt his age. He hadn't yet seen how Wilson planned to control the magical world or help it overcome its challenges.
But from Wilson's personality...
The process of controlling the magical world and implementing change wouldn't be pleasant. It might be even messier than when Grindelwald ruled.
Shaking his head, Grindelwald poured Wilson a cup of tea and pushed it towards him. "So, tell me, what do you want me to do after this sudden visit to Durmstrang, even bringing me a gift?"
"This time, I genuinely came to visit you, Mr. Grindelwald..."
Wilson calmly sipped his tea and said, "If you weren't doing well at Durmstrang, I'd have left; but since you seem fine, I want to ask a favor..."
"..."
How could someone ask for help so irritatingly?
Grindelwald's eye twitched again.
This little collaborator was truly a talent.
Whenever they were alone, Wilson seemed to easily suppress him with words, effortlessly taking the lead.
"Help me catch a snake."
Wilson calmly put down his teacup and explained, "A snake transformed from a blood-cursed beast."
"Sounds familiar."
Grindelwald's brow furrowed, and he said, "This reminds me of someone I met years ago. She caused quite a bit of trouble for me and my companions by colluding with Newt Scamander..."
"It's the one you met."
Wilson glanced at Grindelwald and said, "There's no need to mention Professor Scamander now; he's retired..."
"Hmph, retirement doesn't mean he won't cause trouble..."
Grindelwald's face darkened, and then he seemed to realize something. "Wait, you're talking about Nagini! She's still alive after all these years? I thought she had completely turned into a snake..."
"That's right."
Wilson nodded. "Even so, Voldemort has his eye on her and wants to make her his pet..."
Wilson didn't finish his sentence.
But it was enough to alert Grindelwald, whose expression became serious, his eyes narrowing as he grasped the crucial point.
"That lunatic is back?"
"Almost."
Wilson, pleased with his partner's quick grasp of the situation, continued slowly, "Apparently, Headmaster Dumbledore hasn't told you that our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher has Voldemort's soul attached to him..."
"Why haven't you killed him?"
A hint of killing intent flashed in Grindelwald's narrowed eyes.
In that moment, he seemed to revert to the unrestrained Dark Lord of Europe.
To Grindelwald, Voldemort wasn't particularly frightening!
But!
Voldemort, having delved into dark magic for years and experimenting on his own soul, was too dangerous for Dumbledore.
Even Grindelwald could think of several dark spells to harm Dumbledore, curses and diseases that would afflict him if he wasn't careful.
"Calm down."
Wilson tapped the table with his fingers, and a surge of magical energy spread from his fingertips, instantly permeating the room!
The table under his fingers quickly turned to stone!
Not just the table, everything in Grindelwald's sight began to petrify as Wilson's magic spread!
Even the hot tea on the table turned to stone!
In an instant!
The whole room turned into a lifeless cavern!
As Grindelwald's eyes showed surprise, he noticed his feet becoming rigid, the petrification spreading through his body, turning his legs to stone!
Even his internal magic couldn't stop it!
Grindelwald's eyes changed. He silently cast a counter-curse to lift the petrification.
But as soon as his legs returned to normal, the petrification returned. Wilson's magic continued to act on its own!
"Your magic has grown stronger."
Grindelwald seemed to reevaluate Wilson.
If it was just turning the room to stone, it wouldn't be a problem for a wizard of his level...
But to cast without a wand or words, and without any apparent action, guiding his magic effortlessly, even a simple Petrification Curse could threaten him—Wilson had grown stronger.
A mere Petrification Curse...
This kid dared to use it against him, without the need for advanced spells like Fiendfyre, already posing a threat!
"Sorry, I couldn't control my magic well. Didn't expect to almost destroy your office. I just wanted you to calm down..."
Wilson tapped the table again, and the office quickly revived, the teapot even steaming once more.
Grindelwald's eyes narrowed...
This wasn't just a simple Reparo, was it?
"Back to our previous question."
Wilson seemed genuinely apologetic, even pouring Grindelwald another cup of tea. "Mr. Grindelwald, sometimes you shouldn't bully others. You criticize me for not killing Voldemort... but Dumbledore knows about the possession. Why not blame him for not dealing with Voldemort?"
"..."
What could Grindelwald say?
Could he reveal that Dumbledore hadn't found a way to deal with Voldemort, placing hope in a family heirloom sword?
Or in another child?
Yes.
Dumbledore hadn't hidden one thing from Grindelwald.
That Harry Potter had a piece of Voldemort's soul, as Dumbledore hoped Grindelwald could help find a solution. But Grindelwald's suggestion to kill Harry Potter was the simplest.
This...
Couldn't be told to Wilson.
At this moment, Grindelwald almost instantly understood his old friend's intentions.
Combining Wilson's information about Voldemort, he roughly guessed why Dumbledore was doing this. He wanted Harry Potter to confront Voldemort.
As he had done many years ago.
Grindelwald's eyes showed discomfort.
Dumbledore had once led Newt step by step to various places to find him, causing trouble.
For instance, when Grindelwald was stirring things up in New York at the American Ministry of Magic, Scamander showed up...
Or when he was gathering wizards in Paris, Scamander caused more trouble, every single time.
"Dumbledore wants Harry to confront Voldemort."
As Grindelwald pondered, Wilson casually revealed the answer, as if he had known it all along. "This isn't something I should interfere with... But that doesn't mean we can't intervene."
"What do you want to do?"
"Give him a lesson?"
Wilson sipped his tea calmly, gazing at the table, and spoke of a plan that would frighten many in the magical world: "Let Headmaster Dumbledore know that not everything will go according to his plan..."
"If I'm not mistaken, Dumbledore is confident he can control the situation because he knows how Voldemort can revive..."
"We disrupt it all."
"Let his plan fail, let Voldemort return."
"And finally, when Dumbledore battles Voldemort, you, his old friend, will help kill the Dark Lord..."
"..."
Grindelwald fell into deep thought.
This plan was very tempting!
Not only would it make Dumbledore more cautious in the future, but he could also help in a critical moment. The question was, would it have any special significance?
"But we can't kill him."
Grindelwald shook his head, "He still has Horcruxes. When he dies, his soul will continue to exist. This is meaningless..."
"Of course, it has meaning."
Wilson looked up quietly, meeting Grindelwald's gaze. "Voldemort is eager to recruit me. If I don't assist in his revival, how can I gain his trust and arrange for his next revival?"
"..."
Grindelwald's eyes turned odd.
How could there be someone like Wilson in this world?
With such a wicked personality, Voldemort wanted to recruit him?
Must have split his soul too many times while making Horcruxes, making him lose his mind?
(End of Chapter)
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