Chapter 250 Grindelwald (Part 2)

Scamander?

Jian Yu, whose mind was frantically thinking of a pseudonym to deceive the other party, suddenly had his eyes light up and he immediately found a surname to take the blame.

Facing a completely unfamiliar wizard with a lot of magic power in his body, who is not sure whether he is a friend or an enemy——

Since she was not familiar with the European magical world, she did not dare to reveal her true identity easily.

And Scamander...I don't know if the person he was talking about was Newt or his son, but he might be his old friend.

With an acquaintance using face recognition, their communication would probably be much more convenient, and the other party wouldn't be able to bring themselves to attack her.

After thanking her mentor Newt for a few seconds, she chose to become a Scamander.

"Yes, I'm Newtie Scamander, what's your name?"

She put on her best attitude and placed another Niffler on him to keep him warm.

In the past few days, she has done a lot for this poor lonely old man.

According to her observation, the place where the old man lived was empty, without any furniture; he was dressed in rags, and was probably a homeless wizard who came to the deserted castle to live temporarily and even starved himself to the point of being a skeleton.

In short, he looked so poor that he could barely make ends meet.

So she took him away from the deserted, uninhabitable, gloomy castle and settled him in a Muggle town at the foot of the mountain.

Not only did she prepare a variety of delicious potions for him to take, she also performed surgery on him personally and fed him her treasured chocolate frog to replenish his blood sugar.

In fact, she had already made arrangements for this relaxing vacation.

After she cured the lonely old man and made him plump and healthy, she would leave.

And rode a dragon to Beauxbatons in France.

It's a pity that her efforts didn't seem to be appreciated by the old man.

He seemed even more angry after waking up and seeing two Nifflers crawling around and hearing her introduce herself.

"Name?" He smiled coldly, wrinkling his face. "Anton Vogel."

Grindelwald had never seen such a daring wizard in his life!

The moment he opened his eyes, he knew that the Asian face with black hair and black eyes was definitely not from the Scamander family.

The strong aura of dark magic energy on her body made him determine it almost instantly -

That is a Silent One! He actually lived to an age close to adulthood!

A witch who does not want to reveal her name, lies to be Scamander, is parasitized by the Obscurus, can control the dragon to attack him, and take him away from Nurmengard...

And he didn't even see this in the prophecy -

This made him alert to the highest level!

There must be someone behind her controlling her!

Since they were testing each other, he would not fall behind in the face of a witch who lied about being Scamander, calling himself Anton Vogel, the former German Minister of Magic, his former follower, to hint that he had discovered her conspiracy.

What he didn't expect was that the other party was still pretending to be stupid!

"Okay, Mr. Vogel, I'm very sorry that my dragon didn't stop." The seemingly underage little witch in front of him answered cheerfully, "Please feel free to live here. I will take care of your living expenses until you recover from your injuries. I will send you back when you are well."

Grindelwald immediately read the subtext of her words.

She wants to imprison him here until he reveals the secret of the Deathly Hallows!

And this house is where she imprisoned him!

He couldn't help but secretly mock the dark wizards of this generation for being too backward in quality and methods.

Didn't she think that sugar-coated bullets, fine clothes and delicious food, or imprisonment and torture would make him tell everything?

What kind of scene has he not seen? What ups and downs haven’t you experienced?

He decided to slowly observe the enemy's intentions, swallow the sugar coating, and throw the shells back.

Even if he didn't have a wand in his hand, with his ability to cast spells without a wand, he would surely be able to deal with one or two.

Grindelwald snorted coldly, folded his hands behind his head, and lay down, his face showing three parts of coldness, three parts of ridicule, and four parts of indifference.

The fingers he had just reconnected were all broken again, which made the color on his face instantly become very trembling.

"hiss--"

......

In the next few days, Jian Yu, who thought it would be a pleasant journey, felt a little tired.

The old man she bumped into was small in stature but had a big temper.

She has everything handed to her and always likes to boss people around. She can give orders even when she's making a potion. She's very busy.

If it wasn't for the fact that she bumped into him, she would have left him here!

"Is this all you can do?" Vogel started to taunt, "You're using such a small fire shield to protect yourself and brew potions?"

She looked at the blue-rimmed, gold-red Muggle gas stove in her hand in surprise...

I found it really difficult to communicate with this old wizard who had been isolated in the mountains for too long and lacked common sense about Muggles.

"Oh, yes, yes." She gave up communicating.

Little did they know that Grindelwald had a little flaw as a smart man -

Being arrogant by nature, he is only willing to look down upon those who he considers to be capable.

He silently watched the witch light a fire and brew potion... She even created a spell similar to the fire shield, but the fire circle was a little small...

Such precise control of magic power... no... he didn't even feel the slightest fluctuation of magic power...

This made him look up to her.

"That's not how you cast the Fire Shield spell."

He couldn't help but criticize. He felt that such a small circle of fire was a bit embarrassing to look at, and he couldn't help but feel like teaching others a lesson:

"Protego diabolica... the word comes from the Latin for protection from evil... you don't know that?"

He got a blunt "I don't know" answer, which made him furious.

The little witch who bumped into him was small in stature but had a big temper—

Ignore people if you don't agree with them.

"You know only the flames that were taught in your well-behaved school?" He continued in a mocking voice.

This time he finally got a response. Although it was a threat, he read a lot of information from it.

"No, I can also use fire to clear the way. If you don't shut up, I will burn you to ashes and bury you in the mountains."

Grindelwald froze for a moment, and fell silent, but it was not because of duress.

The God of Fire opened the way... He knew that this was created by that man... and he would never teach this spell to others easily!

His mind raced with thoughts... Scamander... underage wizard... Albus... Vulcan clearing the way...

And concluded that -

She must have some very close relationship with Albus Dumbledore!

No wonder she and Momoran coexist so well... No wonder she has such precise control of magic...

It's just that the ability to control fire dragons and sniffers...

He couldn't help but curse silently in his heart -

Damn Scamander!