"I really thought about many possibilities, Horas..."

Gellert Grindelwald waved the old wand in his hand, then turned into a soft armchair, and sat down without any scruples in front of Horas Slughorn.

Slughorn remained motionless throughout the whole process and continued to taste his delicious candied jackfruit.

The two of them are not like enemies at all, but like old friends who have been reminiscing about the past.

Grindelwald continued to speak: "I have suspected many people in Hogwarts... Whether it is Frius, Pomona or even Aurora, they have reasons and possibilities to betray me... Only you are, I never thought about the possibility of you betray me..."

"Betray?" Horace Slughorn sneered, then he stood up, opened a new bottle of honey and poured himself a glass.

He said calmly: "The last principal of Hogwarts I have served so far is Professor Armando Dippet... He died fifty years ago, and almost all the evidence shows that you did the murder, Grindelwald... I should have continued to be loyal to the next principal of Hogwarts, Professor Albus Dumbledore, and then he was imprisoned by you for fifty years in Newmongaard prison... If I choose to be loyal to you to death, that is betrayal!"

"So, from the first day I came to Hogwarts, you have been the secret spy of the Order of the Phoenix?" Grindelwald asked curiously.

"Of course!" Slughorn nodded as if he were aware of the death of Principal Armando Dippet, when I saw Professor Yusef Shackle die before your people with my own eyes, when I saw any trace left by Albus Dumbledore being washed away... Horace Slughorn at that time had already made up his mind!"

"It seems that your status in the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not low?" Grindelwald asked with some interest.

"The status within the Order of the Phoenix is ​​not high or low," Slughorn spread his hands, "I can only contact one online. Don't worry, you can't find that person... At the same time, I am the only one of Minerva's online, so there is no need for you to waste your time interrogating her, you can't ask for anything..."

"Of course I know..." Grindelwald nodded.

"Thank you!" Slughorn muttered, then drank the honey wine in the cup.

...

"Speaking of this, Horas, you have really caused me a lot of trouble over the years..."

Grindelwald turned up another goblet glass. Just as he was about to get Slughorn's bottle of honey for himself, he was stopped by the Potions teacher...

"Drink this bottle!" Horace Slughorn threw the bottle of honey that had not yet finished drinking to Grindelwald, and then poured himself a large glass of honey that had just been opened.

"Okay!" Grindelwald's expression changed slightly, but he seemed to have no objection to it.

While pouring himself a glass of honey wine, he continued, "Recalling now, there are indeed many troubles. The black hand behind you, Horas..."

"It's like the whistleblower fifteen years ago. Now, when you think about it, you probably did it. Horas... Remus Lupin came to tell me the children's plans. When I ordered all teachers to block any exits (mainly secret passages) from Hogwarts and not let anyone leave, you probably realized something was wrong at the first time and reminded the children!"

"Of course!" Slughorn said proudly:

"To be honest, I almost had no hope for whether they could escape from Hogwarts at that time... but they didn't expect that they gave me a surprise. The invisibility cloak handed down by the James Porter family was indeed a good thing... but I really couldn't figure out how so many of them were crowded under a small invisibility cloak..."

"It's indeed a special stealth cloak!" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and commented.

"I'm afraid that invisibility has fallen into your hands long ago, Grindelwald... Since the last time you arrested James Porter..." Slughorn teased.

Grindelwald did not speak out and made a plea.

"Those young members of the newly developed Order of the Phoenix probably all come from your club, Horas... To be honest, when Lily Evans openly stood up against me, I should have thought of it; young souls are all blank paper. If they become dirty, someone must have deliberately thrown stains on it..."

"Of course!" Slughorn still did not deny:

"As you said, Grindelwald... young souls are a piece of white paper. With just a little guidance, they will go to the direction of justice; they are always full of vitality and never lack faith... they only need to have a right goal..."

His voice was filled with pride again: "It's not just that you didn't realize it, but they didn't even know it themselves... If Lily Evans knew that she and I were both from the Order of the Phoenix, she would probably be surprised! I'm afraid in their eyes, they always thought that Horace Slughorn was a bad old man who was greedy and slick," he said.

"Get praiseworthy!" Gellert Grindelwald couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

"How can you deceive your eyes if you don't do this?" Slughorn also praised politely, "especially the pair of eyes in your heart..."

"I can indeed see the future..." Grindelwald shook his head, "but I have never believed it... The future is just a warning. If you treat it as a guide, it is undoubtedly a fool's behavior!"

The principal of Hogwarts paused and continued to ask:

"Dick Clesway, is also your Order of the Phoenix?"

Slughorn was stunned, and he was silent.

"No need to blame yourself, Horas... don't think you exposed him!" Grindelwald comforted, "A few hours ago, before I guessed your identity, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic had arrested him... As the director of the Fairy Liaison Office of the Subordinate Department of the Fantasy Beast Management and Control Department, the director of the Fairy Liaison Office of the Subordinate Office, he stole himself, and instead secretly led the rebellion of the Fairy... When the Fairy Fairies of the Guling Pavilion calmed down, his identity was also exposed without surprise..."

Slughorn asked quietly, "Dike...he...what will he be?"

"Azkaban... life imprisonment... no parole!" Gellert Grindelwald said without hesitation:

"It's not just him, but all the participants in this rebellion are this ending... Whether it's Dirk Clesway, Porter and the others, or Elaine Shafik..."

...

The two of them were silent for a moment, drinking honey wine in a cowardly place.

"There are very few wizards!" Grindelwald suddenly said, "Every wizard is precious... I have never wanted to deprive any wizard of life, no matter what they did... In my eyes, they are undoubtedly like relatives and children who did the wrong thing..."

"Then you send your relatives and children to Azkaban and join the dementors?" Slughorn couldn't help but sarcastically.

"But you can stop this, Horas!" Grindelwald's expression suddenly became very serious.

He spoke directly about the real purpose of his trip.

"Tell me...Tell me what you have done in the past year, what are you covering up?" Grindelwald asked softly.

"You know, that's impossible, Grindelwald..." Slughorn's voice was firm.

"Of course I know... any memory related to something has probably been modified by you; your brain closure technique is also very good... As for the smearing agent, it will not make any sense to a potion expert like you..."

Slughorn spoke nothing.

"I can forgive you for everything if you say it..." Grindelwald continued, "Whether it is Dirk Kleisway, Elaine Shafik... or you, Minerva and Porter, you can regain your freedom... I can forgive you for your actions... I promise you, I think my words are still a little credible..."

“…Horas…please…please…”

Horace Slughorn shook his head expressionlessly:

"That's impossible!"

...

So he was rejected decisively.

Grindelwald was not angry, but calmly poured himself another glass of honey wine.

"To be honest, I have been used to it for so many years..." He said calmly, "Your Order of the Phoenix, at least those people I contact, are as stubborn as Albus Dumbley... It is obvious that my actions are just for the benefit of the wizard..."

"...Wizards, we are the most powerful creatures in this world... The blooming of magic will only exist in a very few souls like us... So we should control this world, obtain higher equality, and be more noble..."

"Stop your sweet words, Grindelwald!" Horace Slughorn sneered, "Don't think that your words can fool everyone..."

"...The interests of wizards do not need you to represent them... Before you were born, before you came to England, wizards were always free and easy..." Slughorn said loudly, his voice a little excited:

"...The blooming of magic brings us a lot... We don't need to run around for life like Muggles, but just use magic to enjoy our life... It's like drinking honey wine while eating candied pineapple fruit, what a wonderful and happy life..."

"...We don't need to enslave Muggles, they will not have any impact on our wonderful and happy lives... The same goes for horse people, domestic elves..."

"...It is you, Grindelwald, who really ruined everything calmed down!" Slughorn continued to roar:

“…You brought the war to us, you destroyed everything we cherished…”

“Those are nothing more than sacrifices,” Gellert Grindelwald responded calmly, “to achieve greater good we need some small sacrifices…and that’s right!”

"Greater interests..." Slughorn sneered, "This is just your excuse... The so-called greater interests only exist in your fantasy..."

"Maybe that's the case!" Grindelwald did not deny this:

"Greater interests are indeed my ideal; I have been striving for it throughout my life..."

"For that greater benefit... I sacrificed a lot... Since 1897, nearly a hundred years ago, I have been fighting for it... Because of it, I have lost everything about me... I have turned against my best friend, and I have witnessed loyal subordinates die before me... Of course, my years and my life..."

"So, Horas..." Gellert Grindelwald shrugged:

"Actually, I can no longer go back... For greater interests, I sacrificed everything about me; if I look back, it means denying my life... Don't think that this will dispel my belief..."

"I think Albus Dumbledore's evaluation of you is very correct, Grindelwald!" Slughorn suddenly spoke.

"Oh?" Gellert Grindelwald relaxed his eyebrows with some interest.

"He said, you're a lunatic!"

"It's true..." Someone in Grindelwald nodded unexpectedly, and he said with a smile:

"It's not just me, he's the same... Sometimes, both of us are crazy!"

...

Both bottles of honey wine are almost overwhelmed.

The dialogue between Gellert Grindelwald and Horas Slughorn also came to an end.

After a moment of silence... Slughorn suddenly lay on the chair, his eyes slowly closed, as if he was asleep.

Looking at the colleague who had been with him for nearly fifty years in front of me, I looked at the honey bottle in his hand...

Grindelwald sighed, and he shook his head with some regret.

"Farewell, Horas!"

He poured his bottle and the last bit of honey wine on the floor in front of him.

Then he turned around and left and walked out of the Potions Teacher's Office.

Vice-President Professor Vita Rozier is waiting for him in front of Slughorn's office.

"How is it, Lord Grindelwald?" she asked hurriedly as she watched Grindelwald come out.

Grindelwald sighed again.

Then, he shook his head again, and said calmly:
Chapter completed!