This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Vincent no longer rejects Grindelwald, but there is still a question in his heart.

"Teacher, I'm curious about what you saw."

"You accomplished something that neither Albus nor I accomplished."

"Wizards to rule the world?"

"I can't tell you for sure."

Grindelwald's eyes were very sharp, piercing his heart like sharp knives, "There are no shortcuts, everything needs to be experienced by yourself."

Vincent frowned, "I don't want to experience pain."

"Then become strong, strong enough to solve all the pain."

It seemed like he got the answer, but it seemed like he didn't.

This is a road destined to be full of hardships, and it is also a road that cannot be escaped.

In an instant, Vincent seemed to understand why he came to this world.

"The prophecy did not choose me, but I chose the prophecy."

Grindelwald's hand holding the tea cup shook slightly.

He quickly regained his composure and drank all the tea in the cup.

"If Albus knew what you said, he would be so scared that he couldn't sleep."

Vincent also drank all the tea in the cup, "I really want to see this scene."

Grindelwald put down his tea cup and smiled without saying a word.

He knew that Dumbledore was worried that he would take advantage of the child before him.

But in these forty-seven years, he has changed a lot.

"Teacher, what was the golden phoenix just now?"

"It's a patronus spell, and every wizard can take on a different form.

"Are you using wandless magic?"

"Yes, so it has no entity and can only serve as a simple guide."

Like a curious baby, Vincent asked a lot of questions.

Grindelwald patiently answered each question one by one.

The black magic on the wall was all developed by him over the years.

"Do you know who defined black magic?"

"wizard?"

"That's right." Grindelwald stood up and touched the wall covered with pictures and spells with his fingers.

“Can cause great pain to the recipient;

Powerful, destructive and difficult to repair;

The caster has the subjective intention to harm others;

The caster is aware of the effects of this magic;

For improper purposes and without necessity. "

His fingertips stopped on a spell, "For example, this 'Fire Shield', I almost burned down the entire Paris with it."

Vincent heard Nico talk about this.

The scope of this magic, which was originally used for defense, was actually more terrifying than some black magic.

"We are not beasts, there is no need to use a cage to trap us." Grindelwald turned to look at him.

“Only you can decide whether you are a beast or not.

Although he was cautious, Vincent thought he was right.

Human beings are creatures with quite complex thinking. The definition of good and bad can be determined subjectively or objectively.

One word or one action can change a person's mind.

Vincent pouted at him, "Are you trying to instill some ideas into me?"

Grindelwald shrugged innocently, "I hope you don't reject dark magic.

Albus is just as good at it as I am, but he never uses it externally. "

Very reasonable.

What should you use to deal with black magic when you are not sure?

With love?

Dumbledore is the real liar!

Vincent's inner resistance was reduced a lot.

He stood next to Grindelwald, "Can I start studying now?"

"As long as you don't make too much noise."

As expected, Nurmengard's surveillance magic couldn't stop this real boss.

If there were guards here, even the dementors would probably jump back.

He looks down and out, but he's actually living a pretty good life.

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Since Vincent was taken away, all Aurors in America were angry.

"You damn bastard!" Bradley cursed and pointed at Sam's nose, "Why didn't you investigate carefully!"

"I didn't know he was targeting Vincent."

"Don't make excuses for me!" He widened his eyes, "If this matter spreads outside, just wait to be burned to death by the anger of those British guys!"

The aggrieved Sam lowered his head, "Director Graves, with our entire office dispatched, we will find him successfully."

Bradley looked towards the Waynes behind him, "He's right, we will definitely find Vincent."

None of them remembered the reason, they only knew that their son had been taken away when they woke up.

Evelyn put her hand on Eric's clenched fist.

"He can even drive away the monster that created the typhoon. He will definitely be able to deal with the vampire."

"I can't just watch and do nothing."

Eric loosened his fist slightly, took a deep breath and looked at Bradley, "Mr. Graves, I think I need to make a call."

Sam stepped forward as if he saw it, "There are many places in the Woolworth Building that don't have signal, so let me lead the way for you two."

Bradley stared at his back bitterly.

This call was no simple one.

The legendary British Captain John McAleese is now a special adviser to the SAS force.

Although he did not promise Eric to activate the military satellite, he still promised to send a secret special team over.

Sam twitched his lips.

Bradley was very angry, the kind that words cannot describe.

It is said that his scolding could be heard in the Auror office on the 43rd floor until late at night.

It was not until the next morning that Sam came out with two big black circles on his head.

Death order, he must find the person.

If he cannot find the person, the Congressional Medal of Honor will be taken back, and he will have to be tried by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement before he leaves.

As soon as Newt and Tina came downstairs, they saw him counting his fingers with a sad face.

"Young man, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine, Mrs. Scamander."

The moment Sam raised his head, both of them vaguely understood what happened.

If they really want to be held accountable, they are actually both responsible.

But they can't just ignore the two Furakans, and then they don't think there will be any accidents on the yacht.

Newt and Tina encouraged him a few words and walked into the Woolworth Building.

They have told Dumbledore about the matter.

The reply is that Nurmengard cannot be disclosed to the Magical Congress.

55th floor.

Randolph's office door is open.

"Dean, be careful when investigating."

"I'll pay attention, Mr. Chairman."

A tall, black-haired man stood up and left the office.

He is Dean Lopez, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and the descendant of the original twelve Aurors.

"Dean."

"Mrs. Scamander."

After greeting each other, Newt and Tina both walked into the office.

Randolph relaxed his facial expression a little, "Welcome, please take a seat."

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