Grindelwald did not answer directly. With difficulty, he bent down and rummaged beneath a large wooden barrel, pulling out a wooden box. Inside was a row of small bottles and a bundle of golden hair that looked like human hair.
He took out a bottle, twisted off the cap, and drained it in one gulp. Then he began convulsing as though having an epileptic seizure.
Su Ming merely folded his arms and watched coldly. Grindelwald absolutely could not bear to die now. This was when he wanted to live most desperately—these potions...
"Potent Polyjuice Potion." Once the transformation was complete, Grindelwald straightened up. He had returned to his middle-aged appearance, with upright golden short hair and a wickedly charming smile. "Most people do not know this potion can be used this way. Save your own hair when you are young, and when you grow old, you can turn back into your younger self."
"...Now I understand why you had shoulder-length hair in your twenties, then switched to a buzz cut in your forties. So you were saving all that hair?"
Su Ming could not help mocking him. How bored did someone have to be to develop such a use for Polyjuice Potion? He also had plans spanning decades, but he was not using them for this sort of thing!
Grindelwald smiled and contentedly stroked the top of his head. "If I am going to be in the papers, I suppose I should dress up a little. The Dark Lord cannot exactly be a bald old man, can he? Besides, those old fossils are more familiar with my former face."
"Very well. I assume you will need to bathe, change clothes, and find a spare wand next?"
Su Ming had no objection. Grindelwald was indeed clever. If he wanted to evoke