Legilimency is a very obscure spell, and Occlumency is even more obscure.
Times have changed; wizards no longer need to use it to protect themselves from Muggle.
"Close your eyes," Grindelwald said softly.
Imagine yourself on a grassy field under the shade of a tree, with a tranquil lake beside you. A willow tree stands by the lake, its branches drooping over the water as a gentle breeze stirs the surface.
"Wait!" Vincent suddenly opened his eyes. "You know Freud?"
Grindelwald smiled but remained silent.
Sigmund Freud was a Muggle.
Born on May 6, 1856, and died on September 23, 1939.
He was an Austria psychiatrist, psychologist, and Founders of psychoanalysis.
He pioneered a new field of research into the subconscious, promoted the development of dynamic psychology, personality psychology, and abnormal psychology, and laid a new foundation for the modern medical model.
Germany is located below Austria, so it's not surprising that Grindelwald knew him.
"I'm fine now." Vincent quickly closed his eyes.
With a soft whisper, he entered his subconscious world.
It was blank; there was nothing there.
When you imagine a meadow, a meadow appears here.
Shade, lake, willows, and a gentle breeze all appeared one by one.
"Try to imagine something more special—" Grindelwald's voice came to his mind.
"Okay," he replied with his eyes closed in the real world.
Since no one knew about it, this space was soon occupied by all sorts of strange and unusual things.
From small figurines to an entire universe that doesn't belong here.
Vincent views the universe from a God-like perspective.
He was my friend and family in my past life.
"Can I change all of this?"
The lightning that brought him here disappeared, and he finally met his girlfriend.
She started as an intern, rose through the ranks to become a senior executive in the company, and then got married and started a family.
He lived an ordinary life, yet it was incredibly precious.
He ended his life with a smile in his old age.
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 quickly fell in love and had a child shortly after their marriage.
He opened his eyes without crying or making a fuss, only showing bewilderment at the world.
Vincent watched himself grow up and smiled from the bottom of his heart.
The past is the future, and the future is the present.
At eleven years old, he still chose Hogwarts and was still determined to solve Quirrell's problem.
Nicolas Flamel became his mentor, as did Gellert Grindelwald Grindelwald.
The universe was finally frozen in Nurmengard, frozen at the moment he closed his eyes.
The imagined things slowly disappeared, leaving only the blank space that had been there at the beginning.
Vincent opened his eyes after leaving the subconscious world and found that it was already daylight outside.
"You've learned it?" Grindelwald said casually.
"I've learned it."
Without any incantation, the Mithril Briefcase floated in mid-air.
With a slight movement of the Alder Wand, the box flew to Vincent's right hand.
Magic is against one's will; it can accomplish anything if one tries to imagine it.
"Try something else."
Grindelwald looked toward the small hole that had been blasted into the wall.
With enough practice, the Blasting Curse will become very close to its original effect.
"Don't be too disappointed." He reached out and smoothed the wall. "You've far exceeded my expectations."
Vincent took another bottle of Brain-Boosting Potion from the box and drank it. "What's next?"
"Wandless Magic." Grindelwald created a semi-transparent little figure.
Have you ever experienced magic going out of control?
Does unintentionally repairing a flying broom count?
Before a minor wizard has his own wand, all the magic he uses falls under the category of Wandless Magic.
This was an unconscious act; it's impossible to deliberately replicate it.
The semi-transparent little figure gradually grew larger and began to solidify little by little.
"Defeat it, if you don't want to be killed."
Vincent's wand and briefcase flew to Grindelwald's side.
"After experiencing this feeling, you'll probably be able to learn the most basic gestures."
The white humanoid figure vanished in the blink of an eye.
Just as Vincent turned around, a fist slammed into his stomach.
He slammed his head against the wall, and his whole body ached terribly.
This is serious.
Although you won't actually be killed, you'll experience a feeling of being infinitely close to death.
Just as he struggled to his feet, the white humanoid figure punched him in the chest again.
Vincent coughed up blood, was in a state of high tension.
As if sensing the direction of the next attack, he rolled to the side.
"Thump—" The knee slammed onto the floor.
The white humanoid figure faced forward, grabbed his calf, and pulled hard.
With another "thud," Vincent had been hit on the forehead, passed out.
In his dazed state, he seemed to smell the unique aroma of fried food.
When I opened my eyes, it was already dark.
Grindelwald sat at the table, swirling a wine glass in his hand.
"Gu Gu— " That was the sound coming from Vincent's stomach.
He had not slept for two days and one night, nor had he eaten any food.
Pan-fried foie gras, mussels in cream, pan-fried tender steak, bouillabaisse...
In this remote place, you can find such authentic France.
Vincent took a bite of his steak and was so moved he almost cried.
"Viktor prepared it." Grindelwald took a small sip of red wine. "He originally wanted some authentic Britain food."
It's just that you said you'd treat me to Stargazing before, and you're so stingy you actually remembered it.
Where is he?
"Outside."
Vincent, engrossed in enjoying his meal, also remembered it.
Viktor dared to take him away, so he probably didn't intend to go back to America.
It just so happens that Bradley is thinking about it, and he'll definitely be traveling all over the world after school starts.
"You seem to be plotting something bad."
"No, if I were to hit you, it wouldn't be directed at you."
Grindelwald gently set down his glass. "How does it feel to be so close to death?"
"It's too fast, I haven't even had time to react." Vincent continued, looking down.
"Perhaps we should add some weapons as well."
"No—no, that's not necessary." He was so anxious 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 in the future who will modify Muggle items."
The taste of this sumptuous dinner has changed.
Vincent began to realize the changes he had brought to the Wizarding World.
Many people and things are developing towards the unknown.
Voldemort knew that the consequences of touching Harry would be severe, but he didn't know they would be severe enough to turn his body gray.
Harry will likely spend his summer vacation with the Dursley, and even if he doesn't, their relationship is no longer as strained as it used to be.
There are also the Flamel and Lemaîtres, who have already retired to Asia;
I wonder if Dumbledore will ever come to North America;
Grindelwald is living a life that has surprised everyone.
Expanding the scope slightly, even all the students at Hogwarts are more or less different.