Grindelwald raised his chin slightly, "Humph! The damage done to me by using dark magic for decades is not as great as the damage done to me by Albus's Disarming Charm!"
Edward was speechless: Is there anything to be proud of?
"Well, how exactly does the damage to the soul manifest itself?"
"In severe cases, it will corrode your soul, turn you into a madman, or even cause you to die suddenly. In milder cases, it may cause memory loss and confusion of consciousness, and then accumulate into a large amount... and eventually turn you into a madman."
Edward couldn't help scratching his cheek when he heard this: What the hell? If I have a mental problem one day, is it because of black magic or the sequelae of playing a mental patient?
At this time, Grindelwald glanced at him and said calmly: "As for you, there is no need to worry about such a ridiculous problem."
He asked in surprise, "Why?"
"Heh, your Animagus can turn into a monster like the Obscurus, which is made up of pure negative emotions and evil power. Do you still need to worry about the influence of black magic?"
"Uh, Professor Dumbledore told you?"
"Um."
He suddenly sighed: "Before, I would definitely try every means to study you carefully... But recently I often recall some past events. You know, Aberforth's son Credence, Ariana, plus you, the three Obscurials in Dumbledore's family... So, forget it."
At this time, he leaned over and picked up a suitcase from the pile of sundries and threw it to Edward: "By the way, this is the stuff my old friends found for you all over the world. It's all in here."
Before Edward could be happy, he immediately added quietly:
"Friendly reminder: don't hold out even the slightest hope."
Well.
Although I have prepared myself for this mentally, it is still a big letdown when you just say it out loud.
When he opened the suitcase, he saw a piece of paper nailed to the mouth of the suitcase. It described the contents of the suitcase. The first line of words shocked Edward:
The Shroud of Turin?!
Where do you get this kind of stuff from...
Wait, what does the "times 3" at the end mean?
Three shrouds?
Was this a shroud torn into three pieces, or was it Jesus who died three times and was wrapped three times?
Even though it had not been "certified" by the Grey Mist of Sefirah Castle, Edward had already labeled it a fake.
Next:
The Spear of Longinus.
Fortunately, there was no multiplication of this gun.
Edward took out a rusty spear that was nearly two meters long. Compared with the one released by Fairy Tale Reappearance, he felt that it seemed a little lacking. Maybe it needed gray fog to activate it?
But judging from its appearance, it must be quite old.
Further down is Thor's Hammer.
Why does this thing look so similar to the one in the Thor movie?
The Sword of Victory is a gorgeous sword inlaid with gems, but there seem to be several broken spots on the blade.
The Kusanagi sword is an ancient sword about the length of an arm, also covered in rust and in a dilapidated state.
The Sword in the Stone is a sword that looks exquisite but decayed.
Shit, there's actually an exquisite coffin, and it's said that it contains the remains of a wizard from a thousand years ago - no, it's ok for you to dig up people's graves and take their things, but you even take the corpses, isn't that too much.
…
Edward took out various things while looking at the list, including British mythology, Norse mythology, Japanese mythology, Indian mythology, Egyptian mythology, Greek mythology, Chinese mythology...
Weapons that appear in mainstream myths in all regions of the world have appeared to varying degrees, and the shroud of burial that is "multiplied by 3" is not an isolated case.
As for the Zhuxian sword that Edward had fantasized about, there were four of them - isn't that unreasonable? The Zhuxian formation of Tongtian Sect Master had four swords: Zhuxian, Luxian, Xianxian and Juexian.
But the four of you are obviously different in shape, style, and age!
In addition to these well-known artifacts, there are also wheels of the sun god's chariot, photo frames of gods' portraits, Merlin's shoes, and even objects from outer space. It's a gathering of heroes, a meeting of carrots, and everything. ~Micro, fun, Xiao′tax~ _No·wrong`content~
Grindelwald sat on the sidelines and observed Edward's reaction. He couldn't help laughing. "Hahahahaha, I told you a long time ago that even if these things really existed, they have long disappeared. Even if they still exist in this world, they are not something that a few old guys can easily collect."
Edward silently threw the "God Picture Frame" with only the frame left back into the suitcase and asked, "Where did you seniors get these things?"
"Well, most of them were 'borrowed' from private collectors, a small part was taken directly from museums, and a small part... like the shoe and wheel coffins, was obtained from graves dug up."
Oh shit.
Blame me! It's really my fault.
At that time, I just had a sudden idea and wanted to try my luck and take a shortcut, but after Grindelwald conveyed it, several senior seniors immediately took it seriously, which led to the current situation.
"Oh, right."
Grindelwald thought of something and said, "Kraft and Carlo almost got the phoenix back in New Zealand."
Edward slapped his forehead, he almost forgot there was a phoenix!
"I don't know how they managed to feed the phoenix a large bottle of water of life and death. It managed to evade the pursuit of Aurors from New Zealand and Australia and successfully return to Europe."
"But on the way here, Phoenix suddenly woke up... and then Apparated and disappeared."
Edward exhaled, "That's good."
"It just didn't return to New Zealand and has been missing since then."
"…"
This is more troublesome than snatching it back!
Edward rubbed his temple vigorously: "Didn't you ever think of stopping it a little bit at that time?"
"They think about all sorts of messy things all day long. It's good to give them something to do." After a pause, Grindelwald snorted, "Besides, this is something you caused. You can't expect others to clean up your mess."
"People need to take responsibility for their actions."
Edward immediately put his hands together and knelt down: "I'm sorry, I really don't dare to take this kind of responsibility."
Grindelwald sneered disdainfully, "Don't worry, the five of them are remnants of the Witch Party who died decades ago. They won't leave any evidence behind..."
He waved his hand impatiently, "Okay, I've given you everything, go back."
"…"
Edward spread his hands and said, "Look, you're impatiently driving me away again. Do you think I should come to see you next time?"
"Love comes or goes!"
"Well, this letter is from Professor Dumbledore, who asked me to pass it on to you."
Edward pulled out a letter and handed it to him.
Grindelwald took it, opened it and took a look. A light flashed in his eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "You thought of me now?"
He folded the letter carefully and put it back into the envelope, then looked at Edward: "Albus said, you have a question for me, what is it?"
Edward was startled, and quickly sorted out his words:
"Sir, if... there is a new kind of magic, and each person can only choose one direction, for example, if you choose to fly, you can no longer choose to swim..."
Grindelwald interrupted: "I choose war."
"…"
Edward choked and for a moment doubted whether Dumbledore had already informed him - you two old married couple have already agreed on it, why do you want me to ask you in a fake way?
Chapter 242: Revisiting Godric's Hollow
Besides, you, a former Dark Lord, choose war and want to stir up trouble again!
As if he had read Edward's mind, Grindelwald said seriously, "Choosing war does not mean that I will definitely start a war, but that I will have the ability to deal with it when I face it."
"Yes, yes, you are right."
Grindelwald leaned back in the rocking chair and returned to his lazy state at the beginning.
"Then I'll go back first. See you next time."
Edward waved his hand: "Lilith, let's go."
"oh!"
She was reluctant to take her eyes off the TV, so she muttered and jumped onto Edward's shoulder, and then the man and the cat disappeared.
Grindelwald sat up suddenly and asked in surprise, "Just now...was it the cat that was talking?"
...
As soon as he returned to Hogwarts, Edward slapped his head:
"Oops, I forgot to record it."
He took out his notebook and recalled the architectural style and layout of Nurmengard Castle, as well as what had happened there. He then wrote about the love-hate relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, focusing on Grindelwald's despair in imprisoning himself in Nurmengard after his failure, and his love-hate relationship with Dumbledore.
A qualified recorder would of course record everything truthfully without bias, but wouldn't it be too dry to write in that way for a place like Nurmengard?
Just treat it as a joke.
At least when Audrey got the record, she watched it with great interest.
"What would the world be like if Professor Dumbledore had not chosen to stand against Grindelwald? Could their 'greater good' really be achieved?"
Edward thought about it carefully, and finally shook his head: "No."
"Why?"
"It's because they are too 'great'." Edward explained, "If it were just these two top wizards, it might not be difficult for them to join forces to stand at a high position above ordinary people, because they can achieve their goals quietly. But if all the wizards in the wizarding world are included, it will be impossible, because it will inevitably lead to direct and thorough confrontation between the two sides."
"It ultimately led to mutual destruction."
At this point, Edward shrugged and said, "Of course, this is just my personal opinion. In fact, I have always felt that if wizards want to be superior to ordinary people, they should not use pure force."
"If it were me, I would make good use of spells such as the Imperius Curse, the Confusion Curse, the Oblivion Curse, and various potions to win over some and control others, and indirectly achieve my goal."
Audrey pondered: "So the church in our world...is this the method it uses?"