This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Legitimate is a very obscure magic, and Occlumency is even more obscure.

Times have changed, and wizards no longer need to use it to guard against Muggles.

"Close your eyes." Grindelwald's voice was very light.

"Imagine yourself on a meadow under the shade of a tree, with a quiet lake beside you, and a willow tree by the lake. The willow tree hangs over the water and the breeze blows gently, and the willow branches move the water surface-"

"Wait!" Vincent suddenly opened his eyes, "Do you know Freud?"

Grindelwald smiled and said nothing.

Sigmund Freud was a Muggle.

Born on May 6, 1856, died on September 23, 1939.

He was an Austrian psychiatrist, psychologist, and founder of the psychoanalytic school.

He pioneered a new field of subconscious research, promoted the development of dynamic psychology, personality psychology, and abnormal psychology, and laid a new foundation for the modern medical model.

Austria is under Germany, so it is not surprising that Grindelwald knew him.

"I'm fine." Vincent quickly closed his eyes.

Accompanied by a soft whisper, he entered his subconscious world.

A blank, nothing.

When he imagined the grass, the grass appeared here.

Shade, lake, willows, breeze, etc. all appeared one by one.

"Try to imagine something more special-" Grindelwald's voice appeared in his mind.

"Okay." He answered with his eyes closed in the real world.

Since no one knew, this space was soon occupied by all kinds of strange things.

From small figurines to a whole universe that did not belong here.

Vincent looked down at this universe from a God's perspective.

His last life, his friends and relatives in the last life.

"Can I change all this?"

The lightning that sent him here disappeared, and he saw his girlfriend as he wished.

He started as an intern and became a company executive, and then got married and had a family.

He lived an ordinary life, but it was extremely precious.

At that old age, he ended his life with a smile.

Vincent shattered the entire universe without regret and rebuilt a new one.

After retiring, young Eric met Evelyn, who had just graduated from college.

The two fell in love quickly and had a child soon after marriage.

He opened his eyes without crying, only confused about this world.

Vincent watched himself grow up in front of him and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

The past is the future, and the future is the present.

At the age of eleven, he still chose Hogwarts and still decided to solve the trouble of Quirrell.

Nicolas Flamel became his mentor, and so did Gellert Grindelwald.

The universe finally froze in Nurmengard Castle, when he just closed his eyes.

Those imagined things slowly disappeared, and finally only the blankness at the beginning was left.

Vincent, who left the subconscious world, opened his eyes and found that it was already dawn outside.

"Learned?" Grindelwald said lightly. ,-*' ^ '~*-.,_,.-*~ ~*-.,_,.-*~' ^ '*-,

"I've learned it."

Without any spell, the mithril suitcase floated in the air.

The alder wand moved slightly, and the box flew to Vincent's right hand.

Magic is against one's will. As long as you try to imagine it, it can achieve anything.

"Try something else."

Grindelwald looked at the small hole in the wall.

As long as you practice enough times, the blasting spell will be infinitely close to the original effect.

"Don't be too disappointed." He stretched out his hand to smooth the wall, "You have far exceeded my expectations."

Vincent took out another bottle of Bafe's brain-stimulating agent from the box and drank it, "What's next?"

"Wandless casting." Grindelwald created a translucent little man.

"Have you ever tried to use magic without control?"

"Does repairing a flying broomstick unconsciously count?"

Before an underage wizard has his own wand, all the magic he uses falls into the category of wandless casting.

This is an unconscious action, and it is impossible to deliberately replicate it.

The translucent man gradually grew larger and began to become a solid entity bit by bit.

"Knock it down, if you don't want to be killed."

The wand and suitcase in Vincent's hand flew in front of Grindelwald.

"After experiencing this feeling, you can probably learn the most basic gestures."

The white figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Just as Vincent turned around, a fist hit his stomach.

He hit the wall and his whole body was in pain.

This is serious.

Although he will not be killed, he will experience the feeling of being infinitely close to death.

Just as he struggled to stand up, the white figure punched him in the chest again.

Vincent, who coughed up blood foam, was highly nervous.

He rolled to the side as if he felt the next direction of attack.

"Bang--" the knee hit the floor.

The white humanoid body moved forward, grabbed his calf and pulled hard.

There was another "bang", and Vincent, who was hit on the head, fainted.

In a daze, he seemed to smell the unique aroma of fried food.

After opening his eyes, the sky had darkened.

Greenwood sat at the table, shaking a high-heeled glass of red wine in his hand.

"Gurgle--" This is the sound coming from Vincent's stomach.

Not only did he not sleep for two days and one night, but he also hadn't eaten anything.

French pan-fried foie gras, mussels cooked in cream, pan-fried tender steak, Marseille fish soup...

In this remote place, there are such authentic French dishes.

Vincent took a bite of the steak and was so moved that he almost cried.

"Victor prepared it." Greenwood took a sip of red wine, "He originally wanted some authentic British food."

Didn't he just say that he would treat us to a meal looking up at the stars? He was so stingy that he wrote it down.

"Where is he?"

"Outside."

Vincent, who was enjoying the food, also remembered it.

Victor dared to take him away, so he probably didn't plan to go back to America.

It just so happened that Bradley was thinking about him, so he would definitely travel around the world after school started.

"You seem to be planning something bad."

"No, it's not against you."

Grindelwald gently put down the wine glass, "How does it feel to be infinitely close to death?"

"Too fast, I haven't reacted yet." Vincent lowered his head and continued.

"Maybe we need to add some weapons."

"No--no, no need." He was so anxious that he almost bit his tongue.

"You need to imagine an enemy stronger than yourself." Grindelwald leaned back in his chair.

"Because of you, there will be many alchemists who can transform Muggle items in the future."

The taste of this sumptuous dinner has changed.

Vincent began to realize the changes he brought to the wizarding world.

Many people and things are moving towards the unknown.

Voldemort knew that the consequences of touching Harry would be serious, but he didn't know it would be so serious that his body turned gray.

Harry should stay with the Dursleys during the summer vacation. Even if not, their relationship is no longer as tense as before.

There are also the Flamel couple who have already retired to Asia;

I don't know if Dumbledore will come to North America;

Grindelwald, who lives beyond everyone's expectations.

If we expand the scope a little bit, even all the students in Hogwarts are more or less different.

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