Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Hogwarts on the tip of the tongue (

Gulululu——

Armenia, in the living room of the Aghasyan family in the small town of Tsavdzo.

The spout of the copper kettle on the kitchen stove screamed, temporarily breaking the silence in the living room.

Old Hash turned his head and looked at the water bottle with white mist, then turned to look at the two old wizards sitting at the dining table in his living room, and finally chose to look at the man sitting in the armchair. The Muggle woman reading "Wandering with the Werewolves" patiently.

He swallowed, his voice mixed with indescribable dryness.

"So, were you really joking just now?"

"Ms. Arkhipovna is not joking, Mr. Aghahijan."

Dumbledore said gently, and he took the initiative to cross his fingers on the table, his expression gradually returning to seriousness.

"If you are interested in those stories, after this matter is over, we can even take the time to talk for several hours. But it may not be enough to explain these in detail now... well, it is not appropriate..." Dumbledore shook his head. Speak softly, "Well, we have almost no problems with the sudden incident you and Mr. Lockhart have encountered, but I have some confusions that may not be relevant..."

While talking, the old wizard glanced at the pocket watch on the table, speaking faster.

"I remember you should have said before, this is your reclusive place—"

"good."

"At the same time, if I remember correctly, the place where you and Mr. Lockhart were interviewed was in the cafe in Armenia Magic Commercial Street?"

"Of course, I don't want to invite those greedy hyenas who search for news into my own home."

"Well, I think so too-but it's weird, where did those werewolves know your specific address?"

"They said it was from reporters...wait!"

Agha Hasyan replied subconsciously, his face changed suddenly when he was halfway through the conversation.

"I never told the reporters where I live!"

"Obviously, someone told them..."

At this time, another old voice was inserted into the conversation.

Grindelwald pulled out his ears, and casually said what Dumbledore hadn't had time to say.

But this time he didn't mean to insert Dumbledore's mouth on purpose, he just planned to speed up the rhythm a bit.

The old demon wearing the "Paracelsus" vest paused for half a second, and took the topic very naturally and continued.

"You have a lot of time to think about who betrayed your specific address... It is not important, but any secret that more than three people knows cannot be expected to not sneak out by itself. Honestly, I never think What a fuss about leaks is."

"Secrets, they always spread like wildfire, but—"

An intriguing and strange brilliance appeared in Grindelwald's eyes, and he said softly in a stretched tone.

"Compared with inadvertently leaking some news, weaving a lie that is true enough, this kind of thing is much more difficult."

"A lie that is true enough? Mr. Paracelsus, you mean—"

"Yes. Restore the authenticity of the humanoid curse."

Grindelwald shrugged and glanced at Dumbledore who was sitting beside him thoughtfully.

"Or, to be more precise, it should be summed up as'the hope of the werewolf returning to man again.'"

"If we trace the origin of werewolves in the magic world, we can even go back to the Sumerian era of Mesopotamian civilization, which is more than four thousand years ago. Since then, almost every time there will be Some people claim that they have found a way to turn a werewolf back into a human."

"And now, thousands of years have passed, no one has really solved this problem. The wolf poison potion is only a tranquilizer."

"Werewolves, it is impossible to change back to humans!"

"This is almost a recognized truth in the magic world, right?"

Grindelwald's shriveled, thin fingers tapped on the newspaper spread out on the table, and then pointed at the book in Arkhipovna's hand.

"However, under such a desperate and sensible situation, those werewolves were actually possessed by the devil, believing a novel plot written by a writer under thirty years old to earn money, and risked a risk to gather in the Armenian forest. I hope to be redeemed..."

"Why? Even though they are not much smarter than wild beasts when they are in the form of a wolf, they are normal most of the time."

"The answer is very simple. In addition to newspapers and novels, some people—I think there may be more than one or two people—tell them that the story of werewolves reverting back to humans is real. I have to admit that for those who are in the abyss of despair As far as the drifting guy is concerned, it is not particularly difficult to weave an illusory lie. The more powerful the wizard, when they show a little kindness and justice..."

A cold joke appeared at the corner of Grindelwald's mouth, and he looked at the sky outside the window with interest.

"It is often said that the werewolf is a beast dominated by hatred and bloodthirsty desire."

"They bear the eternal curse, they are cruel and dangerous, and their hatred of themselves and the world drives them to constantly attack humanity."

"In fact, whether it is a werewolf, a wizard or a Muggle, no one will move forward because of hatred, and I don't think hatred can be the driving force for most intelligent life and flexibility. It can really make people burst into surprise. The power is freedom, truth, or love."

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Almost after the story of Aghashinyan was told, Grindelwald realized what the fog was.

"Obviously, this is a very long, well-prepared lie. In the time we did not notice, someone compiled a clever and cruel dream for the werewolves-those who still believe in the light. And the dream. The picture is Lockhart’s story."

"If I'm not mistaken, they originally set the venue in the UK, but the plan seems to have been advanced because of Lockhart's showdown."

"I do not understand--"

At this moment, Agha Hasyan frowned and looked at the vaguely uncomfortable old wizard in confusion.

"Well, even if someone deliberately spread rumors among the werewolves to make them believe for a short time that there is really some bullshit'werewolf restores the human form curse', won't everything be over when they find me? The fake is fake, if a paragraph The journey is supported by lies, and the truth is the end."

"Don't you understand? What is the biggest problem with werewolves? You should know?"

A glimmer of cold light flashed in Grindelwald's eyes, and he said indifferently.

"Hidden, lonely, unable to discern and pursue...just like those mosquitoes flying around in the banquet hall."

"If you want to destroy them, you have to throw out a tempting cake. And you, and Guidro Lockhart, are the bait that can attract the werewolves to come together from all directions. As for It doesn’t matter whether this bait is true or not..."

The old devil tapped his finger on the desktop,

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