Grindelwald's eyelid twitched.
He sensed a murderous intent coming from the girl.
She really did intend to go after those ancient families.
It was no idle bluff. He could feel it: if necessary, she truly would not mind killing them.
But more surprising than her intent was the almost tangible murderous aura emanating from her.
In Grindelwald's eyes, a black glow tinged with red radiated from her entire body, outlining her petite figure.
It was something ordinary people could neither see nor even sense.
Only someone like him, who had also killed many people, could vaguely detect that aura unique to their kind.
Her aura was denser than his, or even that of anyone he had ever met.
Grindelwald knew what that meant.
The girl had killed more people than he had seen in half a lifetime.
Impossible!
How on earth had she managed that?
Shocked and bewildered, Grindelwald gave Hermione a long, searching look.
He had always thought himself extreme enough. Only now did he understand what it meant to kill people by the score.
"If you really do that, you'll probably have several times more warrants on your head than I do."
Grindelwald gathered himself and spoke, forcibly banishing his urge to investigate.
He could not keep thinking about it. He had the distinct feeling that if he did, he would brush against the edge of some taboo.
Hermione spread her hands, looking utterly unconcerned.
Previously, Grindelwald had merely been interested in Hermione's secrets and respected her strength. Now, he also felt a measure of approval for Hermione herself.
Yet, though her wild ideas had shocked him, beliefs held for so many years were deeply ingrained and could not easily be changed by a few words.
Grindelwald glanced at Hermione again without saying anything more. Then his body