Soon, Grindelwald's second lesson also ended amidst the Little Wizards' exclamations of surprise.
After class, he casually grabbed a Gryffindor student.
He asked him to invite Neville Longbottom to the classroom.
In the quiet classroom, Howl frowned slightly: "What do you want Neville Longbottom for?"
"To practice," Grindelwald grinned.
"Practice? That answer… isn't quite enough." Howl shook his head: "Gellert, I'm not trying to contradict you.
But I am the one who invited you here, and I must ensure that you maintain a relatively safe relationship with the children."
"…"
"Don't you know?" Grindelwald looked at Howl in surprise.
"Should I know?" Howl tilted his head: "Know about your blood relation to Neville? Or the secret past between you and their Longbottom family?"
Grindelwald scrutinized Howl, his eyes full of confusion.
"I have no relation to the Longbottom family… Well, perhaps many, many years ago, maybe there was, but those things have nothing to do with me."
Then, Grindelwald looked at Howl: "Don't you know about that prophecy?"
"Harry Potter will end Lord Voldemort's reign." Howl nodded.
"No, no, no." Grindelwald shook his head: "It's not Harry Potter, to be precise, it's a boy born at the end of July, who has the power to destroy Lord Voldemort; the two are like fire and water, only one can exist in the world."
"So that's how it is." Howl nodded. He was naturally not very interested in these things, even though Dumbledore had warned him about it.
In fact, he hadn't spoken a word to Professor Trelawney to this day, nor did he care if she truly had some ability.
It was just that from the only two interactions, he could confirm that talking to this woman was somewhat tiring.
"So?" Howl motioned for him to continue.
"Harry Potter isn't the only child born at the end of July," Grindelwald said.
He was very satisfied with Howl's apparent ignorance. An old man in a prison actually knew more than him, a free man, and such a secret piece of information at that.
"You mean, Neville Longbottom is also a child of prophecy?"
"Yes, yes." Grindelwald nodded, shaking his head: "Isn't it interesting? The overlooked nobody is the person everyone should pay attention to—he should be the true hero.
I like this script, and I want to make it happen."
"Haven't you prophesied what will happen in the future?" Howl smiled: "Dumbledore seemed to have said something about the despair of prophecy."
The smile on Grindelwald's face suddenly froze.
"I don't make prophecies anymore," Grindelwald said calmly: "Just do it. Prophecy… is useless."
He had said this during his first meeting with Howl.
"Every Wizard famous in history, when they reach old age, silently fades away… How pathetic." Grindelwald shook his head.
"I don't care about that." Howl skipped the unanswered question: "What I care about is, how are you going to treat Neville? What will you instill in him? Hatred? Or Wizard Supremacy? Or will you use overly violent methods?
I'm sorry, but if you're going to do that, at least you need to get his family's approval."
"No, no, no." Grindelwald shook his head: "Just give him a chance to see if he can grasp it. I won't waste a lot of time and effort here; I'm just—trying. Yes, I can't help but want to try it out.
Everyone in the world believes Harry Potter is the savior. Well, then I'll give everyone in this world an answer that contradicts that."
"Aha." Howl nodded knowingly.
"'Dumbledore and Jones can't save you.' So that means—only I can save you," Howl said with a smile.
"Heh heh." Grindelwald chuckled.
He did mean that.
However, now that it was revealed so directly, he still needed to rephrase it somewhat.
Just then, Neville timidly walked into the classroom, looking at Grindelwald with trepidation. He already knew who the person speaking in his mind that morning was.
He was very flustered now.
"No one can save people; people can only save themselves. Others can at most lend a hand." Grindelwald's gaze fell on Neville.
"I have no patience for fools, nor do I need to. Of course, he can choose to refuse, and that's another kind of all's well that ends well."
He wasn't just speaking to Howl, but also to Neville.
"Come in."
Neville timidly walked in, his face flushed, his body trembling.
Howl leaned back in his chair.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Neville Longbottom," Grindelwald said, changing his tone.
"You… Hello, Mr. Grindel," Neville quickly bowed and said.
"Don't be nervous, I am Grindelwald." Grindelwald waved his hand.
"This morning, I heard you talking about some dueling competition," Grindelwald said.
"Yes, sir."
"Take first place." Grindelwald's sharp eyes stared directly at him: "Can you do it?"
"This…" Neville smiled awkwardly: "Sir, please don't tease me… I… I just wanted to go up and play."
"No one does something without a purpose; it's not shameful to boldly state your purpose," Grindelwald said calmly: "Others can call you useless, but you cannot call yourself useless."
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