Death's Daughter
All men must die.
During his years in Nurmengard, Grindelwald came to understand this principle very well.
In those harsh years, he stood alone in that prison cell, looking out the misty Danube through the stone window, listening to the sound of the waves and the wind in the dark night.
Grindelwald waited for death to come, a full fifty years.
I thought I would spend the rest of my life there, growing old and gray.
Until that evening, he inadvertently made a Prophecy and saw that future.
Grindelwald felt his soul return to his body, and he was no longer in a daze.
He immediately realized:
He is not dead yet, only because there is still unfinished business... for For the Greater Good.
On the day he left Nurmengard, he told himself:
All men must die.
But... not today!
However, with all the preparations complete, that day is drawing ever closer.
Grindelwald looked at the young man before him, knowing full well that this might be the last time they ever met.
She should tell William everything she knew.
"A ghost, a ghost called Death, roams the ancient land." Grindelwald's voice echoed in the empty hall.
"He has always loomed over humanity; only a worthy wizard can understand him and thus obtain the Deathly Hallows."
"But the Hallows is merely the dream of the desperate. Death uses it to incite battles between powerful wizards and relentlessly reap souls."
Even so, so many wizards still flock to it.
"William," Grindelwald said, his eyes sharp, "You must remember one thing, and you must also convey my words to Dumbledore."
William sat up straight and calmly said, "Please speak."
Grindelwald's tone gradually became serious:
"In each of the Tale of the Three Brothers, there are three Deathly Hallows; this is a complete set of the Hallows."
You can possess a mix of the nine Deathly Hallows, but never try to collect the complete three-piece set from a single story.
William was immediately taken aback. There was such a custom?
"I don't know the specific reason, I only know that the Deathly Hallows are Death's trap."
"If Dumbledore, you must stop him," Grindelwald said seriously.
William nodded solemnly.
I have three pieces myself, although they are a loose set, the risk factor is still very high.
Sure enough, Death is a cunning old fox.
William suddenly remembered the old man... who had appeared on the battlefield in the guise of a priest, an imam, and Buddha.
Once could be an accident, twice could be bad luck... but if it happens three times, there's definitely something wrong with him.
William recounted the story and asked, "Could he be Death?"
Grindelwald pondered for a moment, then said uncertainly:
"In my opinion, Death cannot walk among men."
He can observe wizards and send messages through dreams, but he can't descend to earth; it's as if he's from a different world.
"But... there are always exceptions. After all, Death has existed for thousands of years," Grindelwald said slowly.
"Accident?"
"Yes," the old man said softly, "Death, though unable to descend upon our world, has left behind children at some point in time."
"Death has children?" William was genuinely shocked.
It's as if someone suddenly told William:
Jesus was married and had many children.
"In the long river of history, the only one who can be definitively identified as the daughter of Death is Morgan le Fay..." Grindelwald said.
"Morgan le Fay?" William frowned slightly. "Isn't she King Arthur's mother and the daughter of the Duke of Cornwall?"
Last year, William researched the history of Merlin's era because of Vivian, the Lady of the Lake.
As a friend of Merlin and a witness to that era, William had inquired about news from Sir Cadogan.
If Merlin was Dumbledore of his time, Morgan was the Dark Lord of his era.
The two are mortal enemies.
The reason is simple:
With Merlin's help, King Uther became the Duke of Cornwall, slept with the duke's wife, and fathered King Arthur.
Therefore, King Arthur and Morgan were actually half-siblings, sharing the same mother but different fathers.
But Merlin, as the instigator, naturally had a grudge against Morgan.
"That's right, but you've overlooked one thing." Grindelwald shook his head:
Morgan's parents, the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall, were Muggle nobles.
Their family has never intermarried with wizards, nor are there any wizards in their family.
Morgan le Fay was not only a witch, but also possessed extraordinary magical talent.
"Since Merlin could transform King Uther into the Duke Cornwall Cornwall, Death can naturally do the same."
"..."
Isn't this the behavior of Zeus?
And... that Duke of Cornwall, he's so green!
Neither my son nor my daughter is my own.
Then another question arises:
What caused the feud between Morgan and Merlin?
William initially thought Morgan was seeking revenge for her father.
But she herself isn't their biological child, so this reason is clearly untenable.
Grindelwald looked at William and said softly:
"Death has many underhanded tricks up his sleeve to deal with the possessor of the Hallows."
Therefore, don't casually flirt with girls. Learn from me and be very careful in this regard.
Especially beautiful women.
The prettier she is, the more likely she is to be the daughter of Death, specifically there to trick you.
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"..."
Grindelwald, is this why you abstain from women and spend your days honing your strength?
Just to avoid being tricked by Death?
As expected, both generations of Dark Lord are in the atmosphere this time!
Also, William finally came up with a Emotional Intelligence way of implying that a woman is ugly:
You're definitely not Death's daughter!
After Grindelwald finished giving his instructions, William got up to leave.
But after taking a couple of steps, he remembered something and pulled a handful of letters from the Safety Watch.
"That year in Paris, Hermione and I ran into Davi Rosier while we were tracking Arya Grindelwald."
She asked us to meet you so you could deliver these letters.
Grindelwald paused for several seconds before hesitatingly asking, "Davi... how is she?"
He has passed away.
The old man lowered his head and remained silent, not taking the letter.
William placed the letter on the ground, then poked his temple with his wand, drawing out a silvery, mist-like substance.
Then, he turned and left.
The footsteps faded away, but Grindelwald didn't move.
As those memories began to slowly fade, the old man belatedly turned around and gathered them in his palm.
Without Pensieve, he used magic to materialize the memory in the air.
This brutal method will cause the memory, once it is visualized, to completely dissipate.
In a small room,
Davi Rosier, with his white hair, lay on the bed, with William and Hermione, who were clearly only thirteen or fourteen years old, standing beside him.
"I saw the nameplate on the door, it's Vinda Rosier Grindelwald?" young Hermione asked curiously.
"Excuse me, but have you married Grindelwald?"
Rosier coughed, shook his head, and said somewhat listlessly:
"No, I changed my name on my own initiative. We weren't married, and Gellert didn't even love me."
William and Hermione both looked surprised.
"Don't be surprised," Rosier smiled. "Gellert never loved me, I'm not lying."
He is the Dark Lord, a great leader, who never falls in love with just anyone.
Yes... I love him, but I never expected him to accept my love.
Falling in love with Grindelwald is like falling in love with the starry sky; who would expect the sunset to reciprocate my affection...?
The old man opened his eyes, tears streaming down his face, but showed no sign of sorrow. Instead, he slowly stretched out a hand.
It seemed that the woman who had been with him for half his life had never left.
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