Grindelwald's Ideology

"Have you thought it through, Mr. Rozier?" Grindelwald walked over with his Xiwen Vida Xiwen conversation stalled.

"I've always been clear about this." Xiwen slowly raised his head and looked directly into Grindelwald's azure eyes.

Grindelwald chuckled, about to say something more.

However, his gaze suddenly shifted to the pocket on the left side of Xiwen's shirt.

Grindelwald frowned slightly and opened his left hand. A letter flew out of Xiwen's pocket and landed directly in Grindelwald's hand.

Xiwen paused for a moment before realizing that it was a letter Dumbledore had sent him on Christmas Day.

While studying alchemy these past two days, Xiwen thought of the strange thing about this letter— that Dumbledore could remotely receive information by touching the lower right corner of the letter with his wand.

Xiwen needed practical materials to study alchemy, so he planned to investigate how this method of long-distance information transmission was achieved. He put the letter in his coat pocket for easy access and observation. Little did he know that Grindelwald would discover it.

"A letter from Albus Dumbledore?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow and looked at Xiwen. "It seems he values you quite a bit, Mr. Rozier."

As he spoke, Grindelwald unfolded the letter and quickly discovered its secret.

He took out his wand, touched the lower right corner of the letter, and then shook the wand as if writing.

"Tell me about it, Mr. Rozier," Grindelwald continued, while his hands continued to scribble at length in the lower right corner of the letter.

Xiwen took a deep breath and said to Grindelwald, "I cannot convince myself to trust someone who disregards life!"

Upon hearing Xiwen's words, the Flamel and Lemaîtres glanced at him worriedly, seemingly concerned that Grindelwald might become enraged and harm Xiwen.

Grindelwald didn't react much, only glancing slightly at Xiwen before continuing to write with his wand.

"So why do you think I'm indifferent to life?" Grindelwald asked casually.

"You once wanted to destroy all of Paris. Isn't that a disregard for life?" Xiwen's voice rose involuntarily as he asked coldly. "If you had succeeded, countless innocent civilians would have lost their lives! Countless families would have been torn apart! And you don't care at all?"

Grindelwald didn't reply, but simply wrote the last few words with his wand and put Dumbledore's letter in the inside pocket of his trench coat.

He then looked at Xiwen, gave a mocking laugh, and said to Vida, "Vida, it seems your family's heir has quite a bit of sympathy for those Muggle!"

Vida scoffed and looked at Xiwen, saying, "Xiwen, you've disgraced the Rosier family."

"If you completely abandon empathy and compassion, I can't imagine what kind of disaster you will bring to the wizarding world and the entire world," Xiwen shook his head and said to the two.

Upon hearing Xiwen's words, Grindelwald finally stopped smiling, took a few steps forward, and moved closer to Xiwen.

"Mr. Rozier, I feel it's necessary to tell you that blindly sympathizing with the enemy is not kindness, but cruelty to one's own people!" He patted Xiwen's shoulder and whispered in Xiwen ear, "You are too young, too naive, and do not understand the wickedness and cruelty of Muggle."

After Grindelwald finished speaking, he released Xiwen's shoulder, casually waved his wand, and summoned a cloud of smoke.

Then, the white light shone in his right eye again, making it look eerie.

Xiwen saw an image appear in the smoke around him—

They were a group of beasts wearing steel helmets and yellow-green military uniforms, indiscriminately Carnage unarmed civilians. The land was littered with corpses, and blood flowed, forming a crimson lake...

Seeing this, Xiwen clenched his fists tightly, the veins on his arms bulging, and he didn't even notice his nails digging into the skin of his palms.

He couldn't bear to look any longer and closed his already blurred eyes.

"That's enough, stop!" Xiwen said, his voice trembling.

"Have you experienced the cruelty of Muggle, Mr. Rozier?" Grindelwald casually waved his hand, dispersing the smoke in the air. Then, in a deep voice, he said to Xiwen, "You may not know, but only a week has passed."

"So, relying on us wizards to rule the Muggle World won't bring them much disaster; on the contrary, it will save them from their suffering. I think a kind person like you wouldn't refuse, would you, Mr. Rozier?"

Xiwen looked somewhat bewildered, unsure how to refute Grindelwald's seductive remarks.

For a fleeting moment, he even wondered if wizards would truly rule the Muggle World, would so many tragedies really cease to occur?

"Grindelwald, you're just using a fallacy of equivocation," Flamel's sudden words interrupted Xiwen's entanglement. "What's the difference between your ideal of conquering the Muggle World and the infighting between Muggle nations? Both are acts of violence, both bring disaster. There's no need to use this to justify yourself!"

"Mr. Flamel, you've misunderstood me," Grindelwald chuckled, unperturbed. "Whether in the Muggle World or the Wizarding World, which renowned leader in history hasn't been accompanied by bloodshed and turmoil?"

"If King Arthur hadn't started those brutal wars in Europe, how could he have become the revered King of Britain? Didn't the Richard the Lionheart also earn his reputation on the battlefield? So why do you accuse me of disregarding life just because I started wars?"

"Everything I've done is for For the Greater Good!" Grindelwald said earnestly to the people present.

After listening to Grindelwald's explanation, Xiwen's mood gradually calmed down.

"I know I can't argue with you, Mr. Grindelwald," he shook his head and said softly. "But how can you be so sure that the Muggle World won't gradually move towards peace and development in the coming decades without our interference? Why must the future of the Wizarding World necessarily be as you imagine it to be?"

"You make a good point, Mr. Rozier. I must say, your willpower is truly one of the most resolute I've ever met among young people," Grindelwald sighed, a hint of regret in his voice. "It's a pity you're so determined to stand against me."

"Then please forgive me for having to resort to some less-than-friendly methods!"