"Holy Infant? What's that?"
It really was the first time Gerald had heard the term.
Could this Holy Infant have something to do with Grindelwald?
Since when did Grindelwald have a child?
He'd been locked up in prison all this time. The original story had never mentioned him having children, and there was also that thing between him and Dumbledore...
Gerald frowned slightly, rapidly sifting through everything he knew about Grindelwald.
After Dumbledore defeated him in 1945, the prisoner had spent half a century in the highest tower of Nurmengard Castle. He shouldn't have been married.
Winslet soon interrupted his thoughts.
"You should know that a wizard's magical talent and power are mainly inherited through their bloodline." Winslet's voice had regained its composure, as though she were explaining a theoretical question in class.
"And what of it?"
"What if we concentrated the bloodlines of several exceptionally gifted wizards in a single person?"
"What?" Gerald's pupils contracted slightly.
"What would that look like? He or she would surely grow into a wizard who rivaled Grindelwald and Dumbledore, perhaps even surpassed them. Who could stand in our way then? The Muggles' order would be shattered completely, and wizards would reclaim their rightful place.
The fanaticism returned to Winslet's eyes as she spoke.
"At the pinnacle of the world!"
But this time, it wasn't merely the hollow slogan of a religious zealot. She truly believed this plan could succeed.
What a lunatic.
Gerald silently reached that conclusion.
He had considered that Winslet might have targeted him because of his magical talent, but he had assumed she would, at most, abduct him to serve as an assistant or test subject. He had never imagined a plan on this scale.
By combining the bloodlines of different prodigious wizards, they would artificially create a baby with