"So, the big secret in the tale of the three brothers you just mentioned has something to do with the Deathly Hallows?" Harry asked, somewhat puzzled. "The bit about becoming the master of Death?"
Harry thought that claim was complete nonsense.
"Yes and no." Grindelwald smiled and shook his head.
Harry curled his lip in undisguised distaste. He hated people who spoke in riddles most of all.
Grindelwald probably saw what Harry was thinking, but he did not mind. "That statement became distorted as it was passed down. Its original meaning should have been: when the three Deathly Hallows become one, a horror capable of destroying everything will descend."
"Huh?" That account gave Harry a slight shock.
Compared to becoming the master of Death, Grindelwald's account was far more frightening.
"What does that mean?" Harry looked at Grindelwald in some alarm.
Grindelwald shook his head, however. "I don't know either."
"You don't know either?" Harry stared at Grindelwald in disbelief, as though looking at an idiot.
You bloody well didn't know, and you still planned to collect all three Deathly Hallows? If you actually collected them and really brought about the destruction of everything, did you think being particularly powerful would let you survive it?
Grindelwald glanced at Harry, clearly somewhat displeased at being looked at like an idiot. Then he pursed his lips and snorted. "I only discovered the true meaning of that statement in the last few decades, after studying a great many more documents. Before that, I also thought it was merely a way to gain power."
At those words, the distaste in Harry's gaze became even more obvious.
Grindelwald seemed to realize that he might have come across as just a little lame on this matter, so rather than pursue it, he continued, "Although the legend