Love and Hate

As Sean unconsciously chewed the food in his mouth, his thoughts drifted back to the summer of 1899.

The clue that Grindelwald left for himself was someone who traveled back in time...

So it seems that he was the one who tampered with that letter.

Otherwise, the tampered memories of Old Bathilda wouldn't only be activated when she encounters herself.

Grindelwald's clues all pointed to the underground prison of Newmontgard...

To distinguish them, Sean decided to call the Grindelwald traveled back in time "Old Grindelwald," and the one from the original Timeline "Young Grindelwald."

Old Grindelwald sent him into the underground prison to discover everything; if young Grindelwald hadn't escaped, he would have found out anyway...

So, is this his true thought?

To allow oneself to come into contact with the real Grindelwald, who had been imprisoned for nearly a century...

Sean rubbed his cheek, feeling a slight toothache.

This is really unfamiliar... If I get instantly killed by a curse, I'll have nowhere to cry.

But Dumbledore had already hinted at it so clearly...

Another point is that the most urgent task is to deal with this restless World Will, which will inevitably require the cooperation of Young Grindelwald.

This is a bit tricky...

Sean was thinking hard, so much so that he didn't even realize that the food in his mouth had long been chewed and swallowed.

Hermione and Daisy exchanged a glance.

The Little White Flower carefully moved next to Hermione, afraid of making a loud noise that might disturb Sean, who was deep in thought.

"Hermione —don't you think Sean's been a bit obsessed lately?" she whispered, like a little bee.

Hermione shook her head. "Things must really be very complicated, otherwise he wouldn't be so troubled."

"If there's nothing in his mouth, and he's just chewing like that, does the air smell?"

"... All you ever think about is food! Do you think I don't know that Sean has been secretly bringing you desserts? From now on, I'm going to strictly control your sugar intake!" Hermione frowned and scolded in a low voice.

"Ah—" Little White Flower leaned against Hermione and let out a low wail.

However, after seeing Hermione's somewhat unhappy expression ease, the girl's lips curled up slightly.

Sean didn't realize he'd been lost in thought for a long time until his teeth started to ache. He patted his head, gave Hermione and Daisy an awkward smile, and then immediately finished off the rest of the food on his plate.

Eating too much actually slowed down my thinking... Sean leaned back and supported himself with his hand, feeling somewhat helpless.

He glanced at the two girls, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Do me a favor. First, promise me you'll only look at the surface of my question and won't delve into the deeper meaning, as that could have bad consequences, okay?"

Hermione and Daisy exchanged a glance and nodded in unison.

"Let's put it this way, suppose you met another version of me, but that version of me doesn't have any memories of the two of you, of our life together. If you wanted to have a good relationship with me, what would you choose to do?" Sean asked.

Hermione almost subconsciously tried to connect the dots, wondering who Sean was referring to, but she immediately realized she shouldn't be doing that and quickly cut off her train of thought.

Daisy tilted her head cutely. "Then I'll just talk to you directly... You're usually so good-natured, if I sincerely try to be friends with you, you'll respond the same way."

As she spoke, the Little White Flower winked mischievously, "And, I also have—"

The girl's lips formed the words "Fire Dragon".

"That's true..." Sean thought for a moment and added some conditions, "Well, the me without memories might be very wary because I suffered a lot. I might have been hostile to the two of you from the beginning."

Hermione gave him a strange look. "Is there any need to ask? Someone as... vengeful as you, your first thought is definitely how to get revenge."

The girl sat up straight, with the seriousness and earnestness of a professor. "Although I really want to say that Daisy and I are your best friends, and that you can definitely trust us or something... but you also said that I should only consider the surface of the problem."

"Having lost your memory, you're filled with suspicion. Given your personality, you certainly wouldn't trust us, but you wouldn't harm us immediately either. You would definitely try to investigate our backgrounds and relationships to see if there's anything you can use. If you can use us to help you take revenge, you probably won't hesitate..."

After hearing this, Sean chuckled and shrugged.

It must be admitted that Hermione's self-analysis is very accurate.

His own personality was somewhat similar to Grindelwald's, except that Grindelwald was more unrestrained and arrogant than him.

Hermione sighed and continued, "Given your personality, no one will believe you. But..."

"But what?" Sean asked.

Daisy continued Hermione's unfinished sentence, "But you'll eventually be won over. Even if you used me and Hermione at first, as your hatred fades and your enemies disappear, you'll realize—ah, these two girls are truly sincere towards me."

As Little White Flower spoke, her smile deepened, "Then, our Mr. Wallop will be caught in a dilemma. The longer it goes on, the lower his guard will become, and you might even—feel guilty for using him. But hey, we still remember you, Sean. By then, won't we be back together?!"

Hermione crossed her arms, looking like she was saying, "That's right, that's it."

"Maybe you'll come to apologize to us with a serious face, and then Hermione and I will pretend to be unhappy, saying things like, 'Oh dear, oh dear, Wallerup, how could you do this to us?' and wait until you're at a loss for what to do!" The Little White Flower gestured wildly as if describing a scene.

"I'll catch you completely off guard and leave you speechless." Hermione raised an eyebrow.

Then the two of them laughed together.

Sean stared blankly at the two girls laughing heartily, somewhat lost in thought.

After a moment, he chuckled and muttered, "It seems that's really the case..."

Hermione smiled and then bit her lip, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Sean.

"Sean, sincerity and good intentions can be felt, and I'm absolutely certain that you are one of those people who can feel them."

Daisy nodded seriously.

Sean stared at the two of them intently, then finally smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's right."

Yes, love can be felt. Whether it's love between lovers, love between friends, or love between family members, genuine feelings cannot be faked.

Seeing him laugh, Hermione laughed too, Daisy laughed too, and for some reason, the three of them laughed very happily.

The group chuckled for a while, then Hermione, resting her chin on her hand, said, "Besides, you've only lost your memories of us. You didn't say you forgot Mr. Wallop, Mrs. Wallop, and little Ayla. You'll definitely go find them—I know Ayla very well."

"Yes, yes, she kept asking to call you all summer... Huh?" Sean was taken aback.

Yes, although Young Grindelwald doesn't have memories of these past years, he does have memories of the past... He would go to people he knows, like...

His aunt, Ms. Bathilda.

Sean looked up abruptly and realized that Dumbledore was still giving him pointers.

Remind yourself where Young Grindelwald is now.

Godric's Hollow!

Yes, that's the only place...

So, don't hesitate.

Sean took a deep breath and stood up abruptly.

He turned back to the two girls and smiled broadly, "Thanks, I think I've grasped the key point, so I can't wait any longer."

Hermione and Daisy were slightly taken aback, then smiled and nodded at him simultaneously.

"If things go smoothly, I should be able to make it to dinner. If I don't, could you please save me a copy?" Sean waved his hand and strode towards the door.

Just as he opened the wooden door to the Room of Requirement, Daisy called out to him from behind.

"There's something I forgot to say..."

"Hmm?" Sean turned around.

The Little White Flower smiled gently and brightly, "It's the same question as before. If one day you really lose your memory and are left only with wariness, then when you see us, you must make good use of us, and then remember me..."

Daisy's voice grew softer and softer, but Sean heard every single word she said.

He nodded earnestly. "I will."

Then he pushed open the door and went out.

Only two girls remained in the room.

Hermione glanced briefly at Daisy, who was standing half a step ahead of her, her expression unreadable.

Little White Flower blinked at the spot where Sean disappeared, then shook her head and turned around.

"Hehe, wasn't I right?" She still smiled gently and brightly.

"Yes, very good." Hermione paused, then said with a smile.

Daisy turned to the side, fiddling with her robe in one hand and linking arms with Hermione in the other. "Sean nodded at you, I saw it clearly."

"Really," Little White Flower said with a smile.

The light rain pattered on the stone pavement, splashing up muddy water droplets.

Then, an even bigger splash of water erupted.

A thin boy was pushed hard at the intersection, and the ingredients in his basket were scattered all over the ground.

"Capen, wasn't it you who tattled on me to the teacher at school last time?" Several burly boys wearing raincoats surrounded Capen and asked him menacingly.

"No, I didn't—" Capen Roman retorted, frowning.

It seems this isn't the first time he's been bullied by these bastards.

"I don't care, I got called over by the teacher and got a scolding, so I'm going to teach you a lesson too." The chubby boy in the lead grabbed Capen and practically lifted him up.

Nearby, a lackey kicked at the scattered ingredients on the ground and mocked, "Going to deliver vegetables to that old woman who can't walk again, hahaha, only she would buy things from your Roman family."

"Mr. Roman, the poorest man in Godric's Hollow, and his most useless adopted son."

"It's normal for waste to support waste."

A few naughty kids were there, laughing and joking.

Capen's eyes were cold, his small fists were clenched, and his teeth were clenched tightly.

"Huh? You dare look at me like that?!" The fat boy in the lead became even more arrogant.

Capen glared at the other man, his eyes burning with fury that was almost as dark as ink, but in the end he lowered his head and avoided his gaze.

He couldn't let his father down... He had to endure it... Just one more year, and he could go to high school... Then he could escape these bastards...

Capen's lack of resistance bored the chubby boy in the lead. He spat and then narrowed his small eyes, revealing a mischievous smile.

"Does anyone want to see Capen Roman's underwear?" he shouted excitedly.

The children happily chimed in.

Capen's eyes widened suddenly, and his thin chest heaved as he began to struggle.

But the other person was just too strong.

Just as the fat man grabbed Capen's belt, a clear shout came from afar.

"Tch, Milani's here... you're lucky..." The fat boy abandoned Capen and called to his followers as they walked away.

Capen lay on the ground and took a few deep breaths. He touched his clothes, which were completely soaked, and finally put the raincoat over himself before picking up the scattered ingredients.

A blonde girl carrying an umbrella ran over, wrinkling her small nose. "Did David and the others bully you again? I'm going to find my dad!"

Capen shook his head. "No need to trouble the mayor."

The voice was soft, but resolute.

Milani glanced at him with a hint of annoyance, but said nothing more. She simply knelt down and helped him pick up his things.

Capen quickened his pace, then almost roughly snatched the item from the little girl's hand, mumbled a "thank you," and hurried off toward his original destination.

Milani tried to catch up, but found that the other person was running very fast, not caring at all that their clothes would get wet, and disappeared from her sight in a short while.

The little girl, holding her umbrella, watched the other person's departing figure, and in the end, all she could do was stomp her foot in frustration.

Capen walked briskly with the basket in his arms, and finally came to an old building.

This wasn't his first time delivering ingredients here, but the atmosphere always gave him a creepy feeling.

Stepping into the courtyard felt like entering another dull and unsettling world, a truly terrifying experience.

However, it's still much better than dealing with David and David gang of bastards.

Capen knocked on the rotten wooden door, and soon an old woman, trembling with fear, opened it.

"Oh, little Capen, thank you, thank you," the old woman said, then seemed to want to offer him a piece of fruit.

"You're welcome, Ms. Bathilda." Capen quickly handed over the ingredients and then took a half step back.

He had already seen the other party's strange fruit before... He could only say that he'd better make a quick getaway.

Little Capen politely said goodbye and ran off quickly.

"He's a good boy, he's a good boy..." Old Bathilda muttered to himself.

As she picked up the ingredients to go back inside, she saw another somewhat familiar figure standing at the entrance of the yard.

"Oh, you are—" Old Bathilda's eyes widened.

Sean patted his chest and said, "Madam, it's been a long time."

Old Bathilda opened her mouth slightly, then nodded in realization. "Sean, Sean Wallerup?"

"Yes, I'm so glad you still remember me."

Old Bathilda seemed to want to say something, but in the end he only opened his mouth.

Finally, she shook her head, whether with a wry smile or a sense of helplessness, and pointed in another direction. "At Dumbledore... Go, child."

Sean helped the other woman back into the house, then nodded to Old Bathilda.

He strode toward the already dilapidated Dumbledore.