Verbal Clash

Upon hearing Xiwen's question, Grindelwald frowned and looked at Carrow.

"Carrow, what have you done?" he asked.

Carrow was horrified and immediately knelt down, saying hastily, "Lord Grindelwald, please don't believe Rozier's nonsense! Everything I've done is for For the Greater Good!"

Seeing Carrow and Grindelwald's reactions, Xiwen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He realized that Grindelwald might genuinely be unaware of the evil deeds Carrow had committed, and that this series of ruthless murders was all orchestrated by his subordinate behind his back.

Xiwen raised his hand and projected Carrow's memories again using Vapors of Vision, playing them quickly in front of Grindelwald.

"I remember saying that every wizard is a precious treasure to the Wizarding World. Don't you remember, Carrow?" Grindelwald said expressionlessly before the images in the mist had finished playing.

His tone wasn't harsh, and his voice wasn't loud; it was even somewhat gentle and mild. But when Carrow heard him speak in that tone, he immediately trembled all over.

"My lord, I truly only wanted to make these Pure-blood more obedient to your orders!" Carrow said, trembling. "You said these were necessary sacrifices for For the Greater Good!"

Grindelwald snorted coldly, and without him making any move, Carrow suddenly flew up from the ground. Her face was flushed, and her veins were bulging, as if an invisible hand was gripping her neck.

"You call this For the Greater Good?" He stared at Carrow's flushed face and said coldly. "You don't know how many of our potential allies you've killed, how countless pillars of the Wizarding World you've needlessly perished. Is this what you call ' for For the Greater Good '?"

"With actions like yours, you dare to talk to me about For the Greater Good?"

"My lord, I truly realize my mistake, and I will never do it again!" Carrow groaned hoarsely as he was suspended in mid-air, his neck gripped by a giant, ethereal hand.

However, Grindelwald never looked at her again.

In less than a second, Carrow's body was completely engulfed by a ball of blue-black flames and instantly burned to ashes. She didn't even have a chance to scream in pain.

Xiwen's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at Grindelwald, who showed no mercy, and Carrow, who had turned to ashes, and felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Mr. Rozier, you haven't witnessed death yet, have you?" Grindelwald turned to Xiwen, his tone returning to its gentle calm, as if he had just done something insignificant. "How can one become a qualified leader without experiencing life and death?"

Xiwen took a deep breath and slowly calmed his turbulent emotions.

"Why must I experience life and death?" he asked slowly.

"Haven't you realized yet? Without these tough and decisive methods, there will always be people who won't truly trust you." Grindelwald smirked, explaining with great interest. "Every organization has those who bully the weak and fear the strong. If you don't suppress them with swift and decisive measures, they'll turn around and betray you."

"Take this war for example. If we don't use ruthless methods to defeat and frighten the Muggle, the day the Wizarding World is truly exposed, they will definitely harbor delusional ambitions and want to trample us under their feet. This is a truth that can only be changed with dripping blood!"

"What you say may have some merit, but the relationship between the Wizarding World and the Muggle World should be mutually beneficial, not just limited to war!" Xiwen said firmly. "The decision you've made is the most violent and sacrificial one, which makes it easier for invaders who covet this universe to gain an advantage."

"Is it impossible for the Wizarding World and the Muggle World to coexist peacefully?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Absolutely not!" Grindelwald said coldly. "Mr. Rozier, you must understand that we wizards and Muggle are not the same species at all. Muggle only taint and dilute our wizarding bloodline, making us weaker and weaker generation after generation, until we are as frail as Muggle."

"Is this acceptable to you, Rozier?"

"I never would have guessed that the infamous Dark Lord Grindelwald is a Pure-blood," Xiwen said sarcastically.

"I'm just stating a fact," Grindelwald said patiently to Xiwen, unperturbed. "The dispersal of the wizarding bloodline will ultimately cause us to lose the magical power derived from magic, and may even cause us to lose the ability to protect ourselves."

"Can you imagine if we treated Muggle as equals, and thousands of years later, did human societies formed by the fusion of different races still have powerful wizarding bloodlines like ours? If Death were to arrive a few hundred years later, what would our weak descendants have to protect themselves with?"

Xiwen frowned and remained silent.

"So, why don't we join the Pure-blood Party together, Rozier? Just like your aunt, you'll be my most capable assistant," Grindelwald coaxed. "I won't hinder you from unifying the Pure-blood forces across Europe, nor will I restrict your freedom. Once you've matured, we can join forces to completely suppress the Muggle World, and finally concentrate all our power to eliminate that so-called Death!"

Xiwen took a deep breath and looked up into Grindelwald's azure eyes.

"I must say, your proposal is very tempting, Mr. Grindelwald," he said softly. "But I still stand by my own opinion: there must be a way for the Wizarding World and the Muggle World to coexist peacefully; there's no need for a mutually destructive war."

"Who can say for sure that a society combining wizards and Muggle won't create new weapons and self-defense tools adapted to the new form of wizards a thousand years from now? I don't believe that a giant society of three billion people would stand still for a thousand years, and I don't believe that humanity, which has come this far from ancient times, lacks the ability to adapt to change!"

"Besides, who cares about the deluge after we die? If there's still some kind of Death invading at that time, that's a matter for people a thousand years from now."

Having voiced these thoughts that had been weighing on his mind, Xiwen finally smiled with relief.

Hearing Xiwen's words, whether rebuttal or simply advice, Grindelwald frowned slightly, and the smile that had been on his face gradually faded.

"You're being too idealistic, Mr. Rozier," he said softly. "As Pure-blood, would you really want to see your descendants become a generation of Muggle?"

'What's wrong with that?'

Xiwen almost blurted out his thoughts, but he accidentally caught a glimpse of Adrian's great-grandfather's displeased expression out of the corner of his eye, and also vaguely saw a fleeting smile on Grindelwald's lips.

He realized that this was probably another linguistic trap set by Grindelwald.

If Xiwen says yes, then the conservative Adrian great-grandfather will certainly not agree, and the two may very well have other conflicts; but if he says no, then he is affirming Grindelwald's point of view, and the ensuing verbal exchange will likely fall into his hands.

Xiwen pondered for a moment, suppressing the words that almost escaped his lips, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I believe that the descendants who carry the blood of the Rosier family will never become Muggle."

Xiwen smiled and said this.