Vincent no longer rejected Grindelwald, but one question remained in his mind.
"Teacher, I'm very curious about what you saw."
"You have accomplished what neither Albus Dumbledore nor I could."
"Wizards will rule the world?"
I can't tell you definitively.
Grindelwald's eyes were incredibly sharp, piercing his heart like a dagger. "There are no shortcuts; you have to experience everything for yourself."
Vincent frowned. "I don't want to go through pain."
"Then become stronger, strong enough to solve all suffering."
He seemed to have gotten the answer, yet he also seemed not to have.
This is a road destined to be arduous, and one that cannot be avoided.
In that instant, Vincent seemed to understand why he had come into this world.
"It was not the Prophecy that chose me, but I who chose the Prophecy."
Grindelwald's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.
He quickly regained his composure and drank all the tea in the cup.
"If Albus Dumbledore knew what you said, he would be so frightened that he wouldn't be able to sleep."
Vincent also drank all the tea in his cup. "I really wanted to see that."
Grindelwald put down his teacup and smiled without saying a word.
He knew Dumbledore was worried that he would take advantage of the child in front of him.
But in these forty-seven years, he has changed a lot.
"Teacher, what was that golden phoenix just now?"
"It is Patronus Charm, and each wizard can manifest it in a different form."
"Are you using Wandless Magic?"
"Yes, so it has no physical form and can only serve as a simple guide."
Like a curious child, Vincent asked a lot of questions.
Grindelwald answered each question patiently.
The Dark Magic on the wall was all something he had studied over the years.
Do you know who defined Dark Magic?
"Wizard?"
"That's right." Grindelwald stood up, his fingers lightly tracing the wall covered with pictures and spells.
"It can cause great suffering to the person being targeted by the spell;
It is extremely powerful, highly destructive, and difficult to repair;
The caster has the subjective intent to harm others;
The caster is able to recognize the effects of this magic;
It was done for an improper purpose and without any real necessity.
His fingertip hovered over a spell, "Like this 'Fire Shield,' which I almost used to burn down the whole of Paris."
Vincent had heard about this from Nicolas Flamel.
This magic, originally intended for defense, has a range that is even more terrifying than some Dark Magic.
"We are not wild beasts, there is no need to confine us in cages." Grindelwald turned to look at him.
Whether you are a beast or not is a decision only you can make.
Although he was wary, Vincent thought he was right.
Humans are creatures with highly complex thinking; the distinction between good and bad can be determined subjectively or objectively.
A single word or action can change a person's mind.
Vincent pursed his lips at him. "Are you trying to indoctrinate me with some kind of ideology?"
Grindelwald shrugged innocence, "I hope you don't reject Dark Magic."
Albus Dumbledore are no worse than mine; he just never uses them outside the group.
That makes perfect sense.
In situations where the truth is unclear, what should be used to combat Dark Magic?
With love?
Dumbledore is the real conman!
Vincent's inner resistance lessened considerably.
He stood next to Grindelwald and asked, "Can I start learning now?"
"Do as you please, just don't make too much of a commotion."
Nurmengard's surveillance magic was indeed unable to stop this true big shot.
If there were guards here, even Dementors would probably turn against you.
He may look down on his luck, but he's actually living quite comfortably.
Ever since Vincent was taken away, all the Auror in America have been enraged.
"You damn bastard!" Bradley cursed, pointing his finger at Sam's nose. "Why didn't you investigate properly?"
"How was I supposed to know he had his eye on Vincent?"
"Don't give me excuses!" he glared. "If this gets out, you'll be burned alive by the wrath of those Britain!"
Sam, looking dejected, lowered his head. "Director Graves, with our entire office mobilized, we'll definitely find him without any trouble."
Bradley looked at the Wayne behind him. "He's right, we'll definitely find Vincent."
They don't remember the reason, they only know that their son was taken away when they woke up.
Evelyn placed her hand on Eric's tightly clenched fist.
"He can even drive away monsters that create typhoons, so he can definitely handle that vampire."
"I can't just stand by 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 phone call."
Sam stepped forward as if he had noticed. "There are many places in Woolworth Building without signal, so let me show you the way."
Bradley glared at his retreating figure with hatred.
This phone call is no ordinary one.
John McCullis, the legendary Britain captain, is now a special advisor to the SAS.
Although he did not agree to Eric's request to activate the military satellite, he still assured him that he would send a secret Special Squad over.
Sam smirked.
Bradley was furious, in a way that defied description.
It is said that Auror Office on the 43rd floor until late at night.
Sam didn't emerge until the next morning with two large black circles under his eyes.
A direct order: find the person.
If not found, the Congressional Medal of Honor will be revoked, and before being dismissed, the person will have to undergo trial by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Newt Scamander and Tina had just arrived downstairs when they saw him frowning and counting on his fingers.
"Young man, what's wrong?"
"I'm fine, Mrs. Scamander."
The moment Sam looked up, both of them vaguely understood what had happened.
If we really want to hold them accountable, they both share responsibility.
However, they couldn't just ignore the two Furaikan, and they didn't think the yacht would have any accidents.
Newt Scamander and Tina offered him a few words of encouragement before they entered Woolworth Building.
They have already told Dumbledore about it.
The reply was that Nurmengard could not be revealed to the Magical Congress.
55th floor.
Randolph's office door was open.
"Dean, be careful when you investigate."
"I will keep that in mind, Mr. Chairman."
A tall, thin man with dark hair got up and left the office.
He is Dean Lopez, the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and a descendant of the original twelve Auror.
"Dean."
"Mrs. Scamander."
After greeting each other, Newt Scamander and Tina went into the office.
Randolph relaxed his expression slightly. "Welcome, please have a seat."