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Chapter 428: Waiting for You to Become a Companion
Chapter 428: Waiting for You to Become a Companion
Voldemort observed that Grindelwald seemed to be in no state to recover quickly, and his gaze involuntarily shifted towards the door.
No one entered.
Opportunity... Opportunity...
Is this the opportunity? Should I take this chance to Apparate away?
Given Grindelwald's current state, he couldn't interfere with his magic suddenly either.
Voldemort drew his wand and waved it decisively, but his face immediately darkened.
The air felt like a solid object, and as he turned in place, he felt a strong sense of restraint.
Grindelwald, still coughing, managed a hoarse laugh at the sight.
Voldemort: "..."
He clenched his teeth, his wand-holding hand twitching.
Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Dreyn, shrouded in coldness and blood, strode in. He glanced at Voldemort and then swiftly approached Grindelwald.
"Sir!"
Dreyn knelt and quickly took out a bottle of pale golden potion, helping Grindelwald drink it.
Grindelwald's condition stabilized rapidly, and as he lowered his hand, a hint of blood showed in his palm.
Dreyn handed him a handkerchief.
For some reason, even so, Grindelwald continued to laugh, his body trembling with amusement.
Dreyn watched him with concern, then glared at Voldemort. His eyes were angry, but there was no hostility.
"Gunter..." Grindelwald managed to stop laughing and asked in a low voice, "Have they caught the person?"
Dreyn quickly turned and said, "Yes, sir."
"Bring him here," Grindelwald said.
"Yes, sir."
Dreyn stood up, bowed his head, took two steps back, and left the room. As he passed by Voldemort, he whispered, "Lord Grindelwald's health is delicate, and his emotions must not be overly agitated. When you speak, be mindful of your words and avoid inappropriate jokes that might upset him!"
Voldemort met his gaze and belatedly realized that Dreyn seemed to believe he was making inappropriate jokes with Grindelwald.
Voldemort was speechless, unsure how to refute this terrible misunderstanding from any angle.
Dreyn didn't wait for a response and turned to leave in a hurry.
At that moment, Voldemort sensed a gaze and slowly turned around to see Grindelwald staring at him with a chilling look.
"Voldemort Grey."
Grindelwald seemed to grind the name with his teeth, scrutinizing Voldemort up and down, and then slowly repeated, "Voldemort Grey..."
He asked, "Did Dumbledore give you private lessons?"
Voldemort: "..."
He blinked and answered firmly, "Yes."
Of course, Dumbledore had taught him, showing him the lives of two Dark Lords and personally teaching him how to Apparate.
—Although Voldemort felt that Grindelwald's understanding of "lessons" was different, could he deny it at this moment? Absolutely not.
Dumbledore, with his formidable magic, wisdom, and prestige, could easily handle the situation, unlike Voldemort, who was only thirteen.
Hearing his answer, Grindelwald fell silent for a long time, then muttered as if to himself, "I thought that over the years, he had been avoiding reality, avoiding the past, hiding in that school as an unselfish professor... I never imagined..."
Grindelwald looked at Voldemort with a sense of wonder and whispered, "Yes... he's a professor... and he taught a student like you..."
Voldemort remained silent, only hearing the pounding of his heart.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
As if in response to his heartbeat, the door was suddenly knocked, and Voldemort quickly pulled up his hood. Then, Dreyn entered with two other dark-robed wizards, controlling three people with spells.
An elderly man with a slightly dark complexion and a goatee; a woman in her forties or fifties, still elegant and charming, with a refined hairstyle; and a young man, handsome, wearing three or four gemstone rings.
They immediately recognized the leader in the room and directed pleading looks at Grindelwald. They seemed to struggle to speak, but their mouths remained tightly shut, unable to utter a word.
Dreyn leaned forward and said, "Sir, these are the local leaders and managers. As for this young man, he is said to be the son of a Muggle aristocrat."
Grindelwald nodded and said, "Antoine."
A dark-robed wizard stepped forward and saluted.
Grindelwald pointed at Voldemort and said, "You take this boy back first, and the rest of the work will require his assistance."
"Yes, sir." Antoine Moro gestured to Voldemort and led him away, his arm around his shoulder.
As they left the room, Voldemort heard Grindelwald's voice from behind:
"Even among Muggles, there are those with exceptionally strong willpower. To avoid wasting time, we should greet them before the soul extraction."
"Yes, sir." Dreyn immediately cast a spell: "Cruciatus Curse!"
The Muggle leader in the room let out a whimpering cry of pain, unable to scream even under the inhuman agony.
"Let's go."
Antoine Moro grabbed Vold's arm and took out a flame-like device from his pocket, pressing it firmly.
With a click, the two instantly vanished from their original spot!
...
Vold found himself back in the dark gray castle.
The castle now seemed spacious and quiet, and Antoine Moro led Vold to a circular platform.
He saw a brown bear slowly walking along the edge of the forest, while the distant hillside was covered in pristine snow.
"Follow me, Vold!" Moro pulled him through a small door into the castle and asked, "Do you know how to edit the footage we recorded?"
"I know a bit," Vold replied.
"Great!" Moro exclaimed. "I thought I'd have to bring an editor from Aslan's side! This will save us a lot of trouble... Dear Hannah, may I borrow your scissors for a moment?"
As they passed a woman carrying a basket, Moro suddenly reached out and took the scissors from her basket, then laughed sheepishly.
The woman was startled and became furious. "You thief! Put that down! I haven't finished my work yet!"
"Sorry, sorry, I'll be done in a moment!" Moro shouted as he hurried away with Vold.
They rushed into a room filled with flow-mirrors of various sizes. Moro peered outside, saw no one chasing them, and quickly closed the door.
He solemnly handed the scissors to Vold, along with the mother-mirror, and said, "Alright, start editing! I need to return this to Hannah when you're done."
Vold gave him a strange look and asked, "Who told you that you need scissors to edit videos?"
"Huh? Isn't that how Muggles make movies?" Moro asked, scratching his head in confusion. "I thought you cut the film with scissors and then stick it back together... I was curious, so I sneaked in to watch... Er..."
He picked up the mother-mirror and realized, "There's no film inside this... right?"
"Of course not," Vold sighed. "We're wizards, and we should use wizarding methods. Go and return that woman's scissors."
Moro chuckled awkwardly and tapped his wand, causing the scissors to tremble and fly up before swiftly flying out the window.
Vold was a bit concerned that the scissors might become a dangerous projectile, but there was no time to stop them. He shook his head and tapped the mother-mirror with his wand.
Immediately, several child-mirrors nearby displayed the recently recorded footage.
The video began with the wizards arriving at the base using the Portkey.
Vold examined the video while teaching Moro editing techniques.
"The spell is actually quite simple—do you know how to extract memories?" Vold asked.
"Of course, I do," Moro replied.
"Then it's easy. You treat the video as the machine's 'memory' and select the parts you need," Vold explained, gently tapping his wand.
At that moment, the video showed the wizards rushing towards the base, and a silver-white mist was extracted by his wand, wrapping around the tip, resembling the memory mist.
Voldemort shook his head, "Do you know what 15-second reading is? Longer durations cause distractions, and content between 12 to 15 seconds is more memorable..."
"You can split the video into several clips to enhance memory and capture attention, then compile it into a complete half-hour video. Choose a time before or after dinner for the broadcast."
At this time, short videos were not yet popular among Muggles, but Voldemort could draw from their successful experiences.
After teaching the editing method, he let Moro practice by editing two videos himself until he fully grasped the technique.
Moro looked at his work, then suddenly turned to Voldemort and said, "Actually, you agree with Grindelwald's ideas, don't you? Otherwise, you could have just taught me the spell for extracting and combining clips, and there was no need to teach me so much."
The image in the child-mirror continued to play, and the flickering light reflected on Voldemort's face, giving him a depth beyond his years.
Looking at the grotesque, decaying bodies in the video, he whispered, "I just feel that this kind of thing shouldn't happen on this planet... that's all."
"Really?" Moro seemed unaffected and laughed, "Voldemort, I'm waiting for the day you truly become one of us... I don't think it's far off..."
"Antoine!"
A man suddenly burst into the room, his body covered in blood, his cloak charred in places, and in his palm was another mother-mirror.
"This just happened... Mr. Grindelwald led us to raid a Muggle billionaire's estate! You should have seen it! That guy built an underground palace, imprisoning hundreds of..."
He suddenly noticed Voldemort, especially his youthful face, and immediately swallowed the rest of his words, almost biting his tongue.
"This... this is..."
"Mr. Grindelwald's captives and guests," Moro said, taking the mother-mirror from his hand and waving him off. "Alright, leave this to me! Go get treated quickly."
"Captives? Guests?"
The male wizard, full of questions, was ushered out by Moro, limping away.
...
Order of the Phoenix, Conference Room.
"Bang!"
The door was flung open, and a tall figure strode in, his face unusually pale despite showing no signs of injury.
"Dumbledore!"
Kingsley Shacklebolt, usually calm and collected, now had an unmistakable look of shock in his eyes.
Dumbledore quickly stood up and approached him, asking, "Kingsley, what happened?"
"Any news from Voldemort?" Lupin asked anxiously.
"No," Kingsley shook his head, swallowed, and looked at everyone. "But... that person has made a move... Grindelwald..."
Everyone's faces changed.
"The Ministry of Magic has received the latest news," Kingsley continued. "In one day, that person attacked five Muggle locations, leaving the Wizengamot's mark in the sky with fireworks. And... and... at each location, they found..."
"Found what?" Sirius impatiently asked, "Did you suddenly develop a stutter?"
Kingsley thought of the scene and couldn't find the right words to describe it.
He took out a stack of black and white photos from his pocket and pushed them forward, saying, "You see for yourselves..."
...
The Weasley family lived frugally, but Mr. and Mrs. Weasley weren't the type to skimp on necessities. Instead, they were adept at using their limited funds to bring as much joy to their lives as possible.
In the cramped living room, they managed to set aside a large space for the Daily Prophet, the most popular magical pop song in the magical world.
After dinner, Mr. Weasley was still at work and hadn't returned. Harry, Michael, and the Weasley children had already squeezed onto the carpet in front of the Daily Prophet, while Mrs. Weasley sat on the sofa at the back, knitting and watching 'TV'.
The current show was a sci-fi drama about aliens and supernatural phenomena, filled with Muggle imaginative ideas and realistic special effects, enough to captivate everyone.
Although Michael and the others were still worried about Voldemort, when the tense and mysterious opening theme played, they squeezed into the crowd and sat down.
In the video, the protagonist had just caught the alien villain, but the screen suddenly flickered and became blurry.
"Strange, is it broken?"
Fred and George were about to fix it, but the image suddenly returned to normal.
"What's this?" Ginny asked in surprise.
Everyone looked up and saw that the aliens and the male and female leads were gone. In the mirror, a large group of dark-robed wizards surrounded a building like vultures, and one of them raised his wand, and a blue flame exploded.
Mrs. Weasley's face turned pale!
(End of Chapter)
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