Poisoned Eggs at Hogwarts

"The prerequisite for becoming stronger is to survive." Iger curled his lips, not paying attention at all: "Only those who survive to the end are qualified to be called strong."

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Iger to think this way.

Iger didn't intend to quarrel with him in this regard, but just found a nearby hotel that was fairly lively and settled down. Fortunately, Iger had enough euros with him, and the three of them had a good dinner.

Grindelwald eats very well, but his movements are elegant, and it seems that this kind of calmness has been engraved in his bones.

"I can probably imagine what the newspaper headlines will be tomorrow." Iger leisurely leaned on the chair, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand: "The famous first-generation Dark Lord escaped from prison, will the dark age sweep again? Hahaha ..."

"Isn't it you who caused all this..." Emily murmured while holding the tomato juice.

"By the way, was there such a person as Mr. Grindelwald two hundred years ago?" Iger thought: "If there is, then he shouldn't be regarded as the first generation?"

"I don't know what the concept of the Dark Lord is, but two hundred years ago, there were many powerful dark wizards." Emily thought for a while: "However, we blood races rarely participate in the affairs of the magic world, but those stinky ones Werewolves have always wanted a place in the wizarding world."

"It seems that you shouldn't be counted as the first generation..." Iger looked at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, with a trace of disdain on his old face: "I never said I was the Dark Lord..."

He wiped his mouth with some restraint, and then rubbed the beard that had become lush due to neglect for a long time with the white handkerchief. Grindelwald tilted his head slightly: "Compared with the title of Dark Lord, I would rather Accept the title of revolutionary."

"Well..." Iger looked at Grindelwald thoughtfully, and nodded slowly.

almost...

Winning is the revolution, losing is the devil.

Winners and losers have always been the same since ancient times.

Like what Doflamingo said.

Justice must prevail? of course…

Only the victor is just.

"Throughout my life,

Did I do anything for my own selfish desire? Grindelwald opened his arms and looked calm: "As I said, everything is for the greater good..."

Iger blinked his eyes, poked his head slightly, and looked at Grindelwald with a silly face: "Friend, have you heard of Amway?"

Grindelwald: "???"

Iger thinks it's too stupid for someone like Grindelwald to be a wizard. If he becomes an MLM, then all other liars will starve to death...

A dinner broke up badly.

Emily squinted her eyes as she watched Grindelwald return to the room, then turned to look at Iger: "He wants to seduce you."

"I can tell." Iger nodded approvingly: "But it's a pity, I'm heterosexual."

Emily: "???"

Fuck, are we talking about the same thing?

Emily went back to the room angrily, and Iger leisurely leaned on the chair and took a sip from the wine glass.

He knew what Emily meant, but he just pretended to be confused.

A few years have passed, and Iger is no longer the silly boy who dares to say anything, so it is natural to see Grindelwald's whitewashing of himself.

No matter what he said, Iger understood one thing very deeply, that is, when Grindelwald was in power, there were no fewer people who died than during Voldemort.

It was a big movement that swept half of the world's magic world, and naturally it was not comparable to a village tyrant like Voldemort.

Iger didn't think about standing in Grindelwald's camp, and of course, he didn't think about sanctioning him for the dead.

The reason for letting him out was only because of a temporary need, or because he thought this person was quite interesting.

As for what politics, what sports.

Speaking of it, Iger may not even understand the core idea of ​​the organization...

The night passed in a hurry, and that night, Grindelwald's prison escape spread like wildfire, and it made the headlines of magic newspapers in various European countries the next morning.

Looking dully at a German magic newspaper called Owl Express, Egg curled his lips unobtrusively.

The current editor is really nothing new, and I really should learn more from the browser editors who were sent to the crematorium later.

Shock! The reason why the centenarian old man doesn't come home at night is because of...

Shock! Dozens of strong men are all in a coma, and a hundred-year-old man actually did such a thing...

Listen, how exciting?

The magic newspaper, which was originally quite regular, suddenly became a Liu Bei tabloid on the verge of harmony, but the sales must have soared...

Emily drank a glass of tomato juice happily, sat quietly beside Iger and waited for Grindelwald, then looked in the direction of the corridor and widened her eyes.

A handsome old man with combed back came slowly, Iger was drinking milk and reading the newspaper, his dead fish eyes slightly raised.

"Pfft! Cough cough cough..."

A mouthful of white liquid was sprayed out, and Iger stared at the old man in front of him in shock.

At this time, Grindelwald's hair was combed neatly, with a big back head in his arms, and the originally lush beard was shaved into a neat mustache. His cheeks were tough, with few wrinkles, and his eyes were sharp.

Wearing a decent suit, Grindelwald looked at the two and smiled slightly: "Is there any problem?"

Iger nodded slightly: "How much is the suit?"

Grindelwald: "..."

Emily laughed out loud. Grindelwald's compulsion was too high just now, and her compulsion was too strong, which made her a little speechless, but when she met Iger, she broke her power in a second...

Early in the morning, Iger paid the accommodation fee for the three of them, and also paid the store for a suit.

But this little money is a trivial matter, but one thing Iger can't accept is...

Nima, why is this old man so handsome even after being over a hundred years old?

How handsome can you be when you are young, Nima's...

Fortunately, I was not born in the same era...

Although Iger thinks he is handsome, he is still somewhat self-aware.

In terms of appearance, I am more delicate than Harry, and at most on the same level as Cedric, but this handsome uncle next to me...

No, handsome old man...

This handsome old man has already fouled, okay?

His body is full of vicissitudes, his eyes are full of stories, and his every move is pretentious... no, it is the charm of a mature man.

Damn, it's too much...

You are over a hundred years old, do you know that?

It is difficult for Iger to connect Grindelwald at this time with the sloppy old man with a smelly body last night. These are two people, right?

But Iger is still relieved, fortunately, he is gay, there is no competitive pressure...

"How do we go now?" Grindelwald didn't have the slightest self-knowledge, and turned his head to look at Iger cheerfully.

"Have you been to Norway?" Iger looked at Grindelwald.

"Of course." Grindelwald nodded.

Emily on the side took out her wand and handed it to Grindelwald: "The Portkey."

Grindelwald reached out to take the wand, and looked at it carefully for a while: "I haven't seen this thing for a long time, the one I used to..."

"In the hands of Dumbledore." Iger nodded: "But it doesn't matter, I can help you find a stronger one."

"Stronger than the Elder Wand?" Grindelwald's mouth curled up, and he looked at Iger with a half-smile, as if he wanted to check the authenticity of Iger's words.

"Of course." Iger nodded: "Do you think my wand is worse than the old wand?"

Grindelwald nodded knowingly, without saying much, he casually found a stone and nodded with his wand: "Mentos."

"Let's go." Iger nodded, the three grabbed each other's arms, and Iger grabbed the stone.

There was a sudden hook behind the navel, and the figures of the three disappeared in an instant.