I want to live longer than you

Gellert Grindelwald, inside the Study Space, instantly exploded, "Several times? You've been disgusting me for almost twenty years!"

Andros, meanwhile, sat to the side, munching on a melon and listening to gossip, living a more comfortable life than when he was alive.

Newt Scamander gazed at the night sky, his eyes seemingly traveling through time, landing on the arrogant white-haired man.

"He's a very charismatic person; the future he paints for countless wizards has them following him like madmen, and he himself has been working tirelessly towards that goal."

"But what he was about to do would implicate too many innocent people, so Albus Dumbledore came to me."

"Let someone like me, who has no connections with wizards but some special skills, deal with him."

"Some special methods?" Tom thought to himself. "Just now, a few Fantastic Beasts made eight well-trained wizards cry for their parents."

This is just the tip of the iceberg that Newt Scamander brought; compared to his little world, it's nothing.

Adding to the list of animals he'd released over the years, Tom shuddered. He'd rather provoke a dark wizard than a beast tamer like Newt Scamander —they were far too troublesome.

"Actually..." Newt Scamander suddenly lowered his voice, as if afraid of being overheard.

"I first met Gellert Grindelwald in New York. It's said that Albus Dumbledore sent me there, but that's not quite right; he guided me to rescue Frank."

"I had to send it home, by which time Gellert Grindelwald had already impersonated Graves, the Head of the Auror Office."

"Tina Goldstein and I happened to see it, and they arrested him, but for safety reasons, we didn't dare announce it to the public."

"Slander! He's just slandering us!" Gellert Grindelwald, in the Study Space, jumped up and down in a panic, defending himself to Andros was just watching the show.

"They didn't capture me; I let myself be captured! I wanted to infiltrate the Magical Congress and mislead them, and I succeeded!"

"Oh, right, right." Andros nodded perfunctorily, "To incite someone, you have to get caught first?"

Gellert Grindelwald was furious. "You know nothing! This is how we lower their guard!"

"You're just a muscle-bound brute who only knows how to use magic to fight; you have no understanding of human nature!"

"Ah, right, right, right," Andros added slowly from the side.

"You son of a bitch!" Gellert Grindelwald was so angry he couldn't speak.

Tom ignored the bickering between the two old men and deliberately put on a shocked expression.

"You actually captured Gellert Grindelwald? That's a wizard as powerful as Albus Dumbledore!"

Newt Scamander smiled sheepishly. "It was all a coincidence. Back then, I felt that Graves was very hostile towards me."

"But we had never met before. It wasn't until he revealed his identity that I understood why..."

Newt Scamander suddenly stopped halfway through his sentence; if he continued, it would involve Albus Dumbledore's personal affairs and some adult topics.

Tom is just a child; he shouldn't know these things. "Don't tell anyone about this. I just want you to know why the Acolyte are targeting me."

"Their only target is me, so don't be afraid. There won't be any trouble later."

"I understand." Tom nodded, secretly chuckling to himself: He's afraid of the Acolyte? He's only afraid that there aren't enough Acolyte to practice on.

He deliberately stirred up trouble. "But it's such a pity that you've done such a great service and kept it a secret from everyone."

Newt Scamander smiled. "After Gellert Grindelwald dies, I'll publish a memoir and record everything that happened during those years."

"Shrimp and pork heart! This is absolutely 'shrimp and pork heart'!" Gellert Grindelwald in the Study Space almost fainted from anger.

"So many years have passed, and you still want to desecrate my corpse? You're a ninety-year-old geezer, what makes you think you can outlive me?!"

Upon learning of Newt Scamander's idea, Gellert Grindelwald immediately made a decision: even if he had only one breath left, he would use Dark Magic to prolong his life.

He would never be satisfied until Newt Scamander died before him!

Tom pressed his advantage, adding fuel to the fire, "I don't think you need to be afraid of him; he's just an old man locked up."

"There's no need to give him face; let's just write it and publish it now."

Gellert Grindelwald nearly dropped his teacup. "What does he mean by that?"

"He's going to drive you crazy," Andros said gloatingly. "Your memoirs can even be used as your will."

Tom was anxious. There were still more than ten years until 1945, and he had been wanting to hear Newt Scamander tell him what had happened in between.

Gellert Grindelwald will definitely try his best to embellish his own image; Hufflepuff's reputation is more reliable.

Newt Scamander shook his head vehemently. "No, you should never underestimate Gellert Grindelwald. He managed to escape from the Magical Congress prison back then."

"Nurmengard certainly can't hold him back. If we really push him too far, it won't just be me who suffers; the whole of Continental Europe will be thrown into chaos."

"Alright, it's getting late, go back and get some rest."

After saying that, Newt Scamander dusted himself off and left.

Tom shook his head regretfully and returned to his tent. As soon as he entered the Study Space, he saw Gellert Grindelwald with a gloomy face.

His eyes were so fierce they looked like he wanted to devour someone—not directed at him, but at Newt Scamander.

"Tom, when you see Macduff again in August, ask him about the Acolyte."

Gellert Grindelwald took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. "If you can, help them."

Tom didn't agree immediately, instead pursing his lips and playing the pragmatic card. "Helping is fine, but they have to prove they're worth helping."

The words were so direct and without any beating around the bush, but Gellert Grindelwald wasn't angry at all; instead, he nodded in agreement repeatedly.

He understood Tom's personality all too well. Being realistic wasn't a flaw; constantly trying to please others would only turn you into a tool.

If you want to climb the ladder, taking care of your own interests first is the most practical thing to do.

Tom's meaning was clear: he would only help if the Acolyte could bring him benefits; otherwise, there was no point in discussing it.

Gellert Grindelwald's lips curled into a defiant smile as he raised his chin and said, "Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse, Tom, you underestimate me too much."

"When I lost to Albus Dumbledore, it wasn't because I couldn't escape, but because I knew the situation was hopeless, and that struggling would only send more of my companions to their deaths."

"I surrendered willingly in exchange for their temporary safety."

Andros listened from the side, unusually refraining from interrupting.

He paused, then said with a hint of confidence, "They have been suppressed over the years, but their numbers and resources are undeniable."

"It's not something that can be exhausted in a few decades; what they lack is a leader."

Gellert Grindelwald's gaze fell on Tom, and his tone softened somewhat for once. "You are my disciple, so you are naturally qualified to mentor them."

"I won't force you to inherit my ideals; that's my path, and it has nothing to do with you."

"I only hope that you can use them, give them a way out, and allow the Acolyte to recover."

Tom didn't reply; he mentally compared the Acolyte and the Death Eater.

The Acolyte advocated for wizards to rule the world, considering all wizards as allies, and their goal was to overthrow the International Statute of Secrecy.

Death Eater advocate Pure-blood theory, even classifying Half-blood and Muggle-born as enemies, clearly demonstrating their superiority.