HP: Bad Intentions

"It's really … a magical skill."

Blake was overjoyed.

With the Great Druid template.

He had an extremely high affinity with animals and plants.

And he could also understand the communication between animals and plants.

Don't underestimate this.

He could communicate with animals.

Then he could easily tame powerful magical animals to fight for him.

Similarly.

He could communicate with plants.

Then he could easily know the needs of plants.

He could better cultivate all kinds of magical plants and herbs that were difficult to cultivate!

Of course, if some plants were raised well.

They could also be used for combat!

And Blake also had the ability to grow plants and strengthen animals!

Other than that.

Blake could also freely transform into various animals!

And, no matter what kind of animal he transformed into.

He could have all the abilities of that animal!

It could be said that.

Excluding the attack and lethality, there was no need to talk about it.

In terms of practicality.

The Great Druid template was opened from this diamond treasure chest.

It was even better than the ancient magic that he opened from the Supreme Treasure Chest last night!

After Blake adapted to his new ability.

He discovered another rule of the system's treasure chest.

That was …

So far.

If the quality of the treasure chest was above diamond.

The items that were opened would not be 100% related to the person who opened the treasure chest!

For example, the ancient magic of the Supreme Treasure Chest.

Dumbledore didn't seem to know ancient magic.

As for this diamond treasure chest …

Judging from the top-grade transformation talent that he opened from the golden treasure chest.

Hermione was most likely writing a letter to Professor McGonagall.

That diamond treasure chest and golden treasure chest should also be from Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall didn't know the skills of a Druid …

If he insisted on being related.

That was, Professor McGonagall was an Animagus.

He could turn into a tabby cat.

Blake excitedly held the door handle.

He wanted to go out and carefully test the abilities of a Druid.

But …

He remembered the ban that Madam Marian gave him last night.

Cough cough …

Blake could only retract his hand reluctantly.

But!

He was a Great Druid!

Blake locked the door again.

Then, he opened the window.

A moment later.

A white pigeon quietly flew out of Blake's window …

…

Austria.

Newmungaard.

Many years had passed.

Dumbledore once again set foot on this land.

If it wasn't for Blake …

Perhaps he would never come to this place again in his life.

She would never see that person again …

If he still had a choice.

He wouldn't come this time either.

It was too long ago.

The information regarding Grindelwald.

Less than a tenth of them were left.

He had no way of knowing …

The string of letters behind the name tag.

What exactly did the G · G Institute of Biology represent?

Unless …

Ask Grindelwald directly.

The majestic building of the past.

Now, it had been reduced to ruins.

On the dilapidated wall.

He could still vaguely see the broken and faded letters on it.

Even though that sentence was now incomplete.

But Dumbledore could still remember clearly …

"For the greater good!"

It had been many years …

Except for the tower where the man was imprisoned.

The former Numengard.

There was not a single intact building left.

On the tower.

In the narrow stone room.

A stooped figure.

He was curled up.

Hiding in the corner.

There was no light in his dark eyes.

He was motionless.

Like a stone puppet that had been abandoned in the corner for thousands of years …

Until he heard the sound of footsteps ….

"Da!

Da!

Da! "

He trembled and raised his head.

He looked at the narrow window gap high up on the opposite wall.

Years of captivity.

His body was no longer the same as before.

Finally.

The footsteps stopped.

They stopped under the window.

But the window was too high.

He couldn't see who the person outside was clearly.

"Gululu …"

Suddenly.

The stone wall that he had been looking at for decades.

It was as if it had turned into water.

It stirred up circles of ripples.

Then, a hole appeared on the stone wall.

The hole grew bigger and bigger.

Finally, it turned into a door.

Outside the door, a tall and thin figure stood there quietly.

Light shone in from behind the figure.

On the ground that hadn't seen sunlight for decades.

It formed a large circle of light spots.

Grindelwald narrowed his dark eyes.

He tried hard to see who that person was.

The tall and thin figure slowly walked in.

"So it's you …"

Even though the person in front of him had become so old.

He was no longer as high-spirited as before.

But he still recognized him at a glance.

"Dumbledore … Long time no see …"

Grindelwald's voice was so hoarse that it didn't look like him.

Dumbledore looked at his best partner from back then.

Seeing how weak he had become.

A trace of sadness flashed through his eyes.

However, he quickly recovered.

"Grindelwald.

Indeed, it's been a long time. "

"Speak … What's the matter?"

Grindelwald slowly stood up with the help of the wall.

He and Dumbledore had long broken up.

So he naturally knew.

Dumbledore definitely wasn't here to reminisce about the past.

"I'm here just to ask you a few questions."

Dumbledore didn't beat around the bush.

He went straight to the point.

Grindelwald stood up.

However, this action of standing up seemed to have taken a lot of effort.

It made him pant.

"Ask away."

"Do you … have any descendants?"

Dumbledore quietly looked into Grindelwald's eyes.

Hearing Dumbledore's question.

Grindelwald was obviously stunned.

"Haha …"

Then, he began to laugh wildly.

Such an intense and wild laughter.

He almost couldn't breathe.

Dumbledore waited quietly.

He waited until Grindelwald stopped laughing.

Then he asked softly, "What are you laughing at?"

"What am I laughing at?"

Grindelwald supported himself against the wall with difficulty.

"Shouldn't you know best whether I have descendants or not?"

"That's right … That's why … I came to ask you."

Dumbledore said as he took out the name tag.

The name tag slowly floated from Dumbledore's hand to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald was shocked when he saw the name tag.

The expression on his face clearly froze for a moment.

He hesitantly reached out his hand.

He took the name tag.

Judging from Grindelwald's expression.

Obviously, he recognized what it was.

"Not long ago, I met a boy."

"He's very talented …"

"Then he told me his name was Blake Grindelwald."

Grindelwald abruptly raised his head.

Dumbledore saw surprise in his eyes.

"So, you're not going to say anything to me?"

Grindelwald lowered his head.

He looked at the name tag in his hand.

He gently stroked Blake's name on the name tag with his finger.

Suddenly, he laughed out loud again.

Dumbledore was still very patient this time.

He waited for him to finish laughing.

However, this time, Grindelwald waved at him.

"Come here …"

Dumbledore walked closer to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald raised his hand and put it to his mouth.

It seemed that he wanted to whisper to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore subconsciously lowered his head.

Then …

"I know what you want to know.

But … I won't tell you … "

"Hahaha!"

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