Grindelwald narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth curving upward.
The moment he made that expression, his entire presence became dangerous, as though the kind, gentle, handsome old man from before had merely been an illusion.
Grindelwald stretched out a hand and waved it through the air. A somewhat blurry image appeared.
Sean's eyes widened instantly, and his breathing quickened.
It was the Wallop family villa...
One look at the two Death Eaters whose fate was unknown, and he immediately understood.
Voldemort had sent people to his home?!
Sean could not help glancing at Grindelwald beside him. Had he saved his family?
Would Grindelwald save ordinary people? Save Muggles, who should have been nothing more than beasts of burden in his eyes?
Sean was deeply suspicious.
But it was as if Grindelwald had seen through his thoughts. He slowly straightened up and elegantly clasped his hands behind his back.
"I did arrange a few measures to protect your family. Sean, you should be able to sense it, right?" He met Sean's gaze and spoke slowly. "You are very special."
Sean was silent for a while before asking tentatively, "I don't think an eleven-year-old young wizard could be special enough to deserve such... 'attention' from you. So, is it a prophecy?"
It was the only answer Sean could come up with. He did not believe that magical talent alone could make Grindelwald display such an attitude toward him time and again.
Grindelwald made no attempt to hide the admiration in his eyes. "Sharp, mature, calm, and blessed with exceptional talent. Sean, you keep giving me more and more surprises."
Surprises? Sean gave a bitter smile inwardly. He had certainly had more than his share of scares.
Grindelwald continued, "Prophecies are very strange things. They are so strange that they