Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Finish the great things that Gellert Grindelwald had not accomplished? Who is this noseless egg head?"

The Austrian Newmongade Tower, a prison that is as famous as the British Azkaban, a man with vicissitudes but charming is holding the newspaper sent by his ex, complaining without mercy!

"Is there anything else I need to accomplish? Why don't I know?"

This prestigious prison is different from Azkaban in the UK. It only imprisons one prisoner, and there is no living prison guard in the prison. Those who imprison the prison are just the prisoners themselves!

In a room that was as empty as nothing but a chair, the man holding a newspaper sat on the chair with his legs crossed his legs, shaking his legs, which not only did not make people feel uneducated at all, but instead gave people a unruly temperament.

"Abus, are you here to show me this egg head?"

As the newspaper descended, a full of charming facial features appeared, and he looked at the old man sitting in front of him with dissatisfaction.

"No, Garrett, I just want to ask, have you ever met Tom?"

"Tom?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, shook the newspaper in his hand, and asked curiously:

"Are you referring to this egg head?"

When Dumbledore heard Grindelwald's name, he couldn't help but smile. Don't say, Voldemort without a nose is indeed quite like an egg, and he must be the kind of Chinese pineapple eggs.

"...His name is Tom, Tom Riddle..."

"Albus!"

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he was interrupted by the dissatisfied Grindelwald. He rubbed the newspaper in his hand into a ball and smashed it back.

"Can you not ask me these unspeakable questions every time you come? I only know one of the people named Tom, and that is a cat that cannot catch mice. As for Tom you mentioned, I have never heard of it!"

Dumbledore had no intention of worrying about Grindelwald's nameless fire. He helped Mid-Moon glasses that were beaten by the newspaper, raised his eyebrows and said softly:

"Don't you really know me? Don't you think the concept of this Death Eater organization is a bit familiar?"

"familiar?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Grindelwald laughed absurdly, leaning back on the back of the chair, looking at Dumbledore like an old hooligan.

"Ha! Albus, I knew that even if I was locked in this prison, you wouldn't feel at ease...

familiar?

How could I be familiar with it?

Since you destroyed the last chance of the wizard standing openly in front of people all over the world, we have never been qualified to be on par with Muggles!

The wizards today are just a group of rats that are dying. With the development of Muggles' technology, wizards will also enter their own path of extinction like other creatures that have been extincted by humans!”

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore in front of him with sharp eyes, and said mercilessly.

No prison can hold Grindelwald, just as no prison can hold Dumbledore.

Whether it is the Newmongade Tower or the Azkaban, for wizards at the level of Grindelwald, there is no difference from public toilets.

Come and go, as long as he wants, there is no place to stop him!

Grindelwald closed himself on this tower, not because he was afraid of Dumbledore or because he thought his behavior was wrong.

There is only one reason why he can trap Grindelwald, that is, he doesn't want to leave!

For him, the current wizarding world is no different from the Newmongad Tower where he is located, the same embarrassment and crampedness!

Instead of joining those foolish and vulgar wizards, it is better to be a prison in a painting and seek a purity. At least such a life will not allow him to see the self-righteous attitude of those foolish wizards.

In his eyes, Voldemort's behavior was the manifestation of such a foolish wizard who was complacent and unaware of it!

"As for this guy..."

Grindelwald bent down again and picked up the newspaper he had made up, unfolded it, and looked at the wrinkled Voldemort and said:

“What is his purpose? What qualifications are there to familiarize me with?

I am fighting for the benefit of all wizards, what about him?

Pure blood supreme? Do you rule the world? Or enslave Muggles?

This unclear concept can fool you uneducated British wizards. Anyone who has studied philosophy and sociology can criticize this guy for being worthless!

You said I would be familiar with it?

In my opinion, this guy is just shouting loud slogans to achieve his ulterior motive!

Dark Lord?

Just a clown jumping..."

Looking at Grindelwald's sarcastic expression, Dumbledore was not only not angry, but instead showed a teaching expression.

"Well... Indeed, Tom is a little selfish, and he doesn't look like a person who is willing to seek benefits for others..."

Seeing Dumbledore's style, Grindelwald curled his lips and turned to the side, not willing to pay attention to this figure that made him feel disgusted.

I don’t even send a letter, but I finally met each other and asked all these questions that were unknown. Is it true that I, Grindelwald, isn’t that so-called in Dumbledore’s heart?

Still familiar?

If he had led this series of events, then the war would never have burned only one Britain.

Have fun in tortureing Muggles?

Low-end!

If it were him, he would definitely use the temptation of the mysterious power of magic to attract some of Muggles to his camp, and through this method, the struggle between the wizard and the Muggles would be transformed into a struggle between the Muggles and the Muggles.

In this way, as a wizard, you only need to accumulate strength in the struggle of Muggles, and wait until the Muggles split to a point, reveal their fangs, and capture all the Muggles in one fell swoop.

This is really for the higher interests!

Voldemort, at best, was a speculator. With Grindelwald's eyes, he could see through the reality of this guy who called himself the Dark Lord at a glance.

For such a low-end guy, I have repeatedly doubted him. Tell me, is there any need for such a person to interact?

"Well? Why haven't our greatest white wizard left yet? Could it be that I, the prisoner of Newmongad, cooked and treated you?"

Looking at Grindelwald, who had become more casual and unrestrained since he was imprisoned, Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly and shook his head slightly.

“...of course not..."

"Then why are you still here? Are you planning to continue to investigate my entanglement with this 'Dark Lord'? Or are you planning to ridicule your former defeated general?"

“...none of them…”

"Then why are you still here?"

Hearing Grindelwald's merciless tone, Dumbledore lowered his head and took out a pocket from his wizard's robe's pocket and placed it between them.

"...I just want to invite you to taste the pile of cockroaches you like the most..."

Facing this somewhat worn-out pocket, looking at the fresh cockroaches in the pocket, Grindelwald, who has always been good at speaking, was speechless.

Silently picked up a pile of cockroaches and put them in the mouth...

Huh...it's still the taste of the past...