Hogwarts: Harry Returns from Water Margin

Chapter 131 Interpreting the Prophecy and Recruiting the Witchcraft Party

Chapter 132 Interpreting the Prophecy and Recruiting the Witchcraft Party

As Dumbledore was talking to Grindelwald, he suddenly heard a shout behind him. The voice was as cold as clashing iron, or like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, and it was full of deep-seated hatred.

When Dumbledore turned his head, he saw an old woman with white hair standing at the top of the stairs. She wore a black top hat with silver hair framing her face; she was dressed in a long, dark velvet robe, which made her look dignified and luxurious.

In his left hand he held a gilded bronze platter containing a sizzling steak, its fat dripping and crackling; in his right hand he held a bottle of fine wine, its aroma wafting from the bottle's opening, clearly a century-old vintage.

Do you know who this old woman is? That she would bring such a delicacy to Grindelwald, who is imprisoned in Nurmengard?

It turned out that the woman's name was Vinda Rozier, a noblewoman from the French sorcerer community. She had followed Grindelwald to the death since he was rampant and was the first leader of the sorcerer party.

Because she was always by Grindelwald's side, she was more trusted than ordinary saints and was nicknamed the Black Rose.

Rozier was the most loyal and courageous. Even though Grindelwald was defeated and imprisoned in a lonely castle, she did not scatter like birds and beasts. Instead, she stayed there to serve him food and drink, without interruption for decades, through hot and cold seasons.

"Ah, it's been a long time, Mrs. Rosier."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, then looked at the fine wine and meat in her hands and said thoughtfully, "Gellert, your life seems to be much more comfortable than I imagined."

Upon hearing this, Rozierf's eyes blazed with fury, his teeth clenched, and he said hatefully, "He deserves better treatment than this."

"Of course, that is indeed one perspective," Dumbledore said calmly, his expression impassive. "But only from your personal perspective."

Although their words were not heated, they sounded like two swords clashing, their cold light flashing.

Grindelwald simply leaned his head against the iron bars and chuckled, "Alright, Vinda, don't get so excited. Al just came to visit me."

"Are you still willing to use such an intimate term?" Rozier strode forward, bent down, and pushed the plate under the railing. "Even if he's the one who put you in this situation today."

"Oh, Venda, you should know that losers have no right to talk about hatred. Besides, I need Al to do something for me."

Dumbledore did not reply, but instead took his wand from his robe and waved it. Suddenly, three more iron bars appeared on the prison window, intersecting like fangs, instantly shattering the light from the sky.

Grindelwald glanced at the change and smiled again, "The last time we met, you said I might still have a chance to leave Nurmengard and take a look around."

"Are you changing your mind so quickly?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "That's based on the premise that you have no other intentions. But the desire you've shown today to leave Nurmengard is too strong, and I won't grant you anything."

"You're being a bit too suspicious, Al. I'm just curious about what that little savior did."

"And don't be so quick to refuse, at least hear my offer." Grindelwald grabbed the bottle of red wine and downed a few mouthfuls. "I'll tell you the meaning of the first prophecy."

Dumbledore's expression hardened upon hearing this, but he didn't reply. Instead, he asked, "Then, Gellert, what is the price?"

"Take Wenda away from Neumontgardeburg."

As soon as Grindelwald finished speaking, panic filled the old woman's eyes, her body swayed like a candle in the wind, and she cried out:

Why are you making me leave?

"You need someone to take care of you."

Grindelwald didn't look at her, but stared at Dumbledore and said, "My life ended when I was imprisoned here in 1945, but Vinda has been here with me for forty-eight years."

"Even though she has wasted most of her time on me, I still hope to make it up to her as much as I can."

"Sending her back to the Rosier family, or to stay with distant relatives, even something like sweeping toilets at Hogwarts would be better than continuing in Nurmengard."

Rozier shook his head and said in a deep voice, "You are everything to me, you are where my heart is. Just being by your side is enough."

"Oh, Wenda, my dear, then you should listen to your heart even more..."

The master and servant gazed at each other across the fence, their words filled with sorrow, truly moving. But Dumbledore, observing this scene, showed no change in expression, and interrupted, asking:

"Why haven't you made this request before?"

Upon hearing this, Grindelwald immediately stopped his whispered conversation with Rozier, turned his head and glanced at him sideways, saying, "In my forty-eight years in prison, you only visited me five times."

"Every time they come to me, they have all sorts of questions they want me to answer. What can I possibly say?"

These words struck Dumbledore hard, leaving him speechless for a long time. After a long while, he finally spoke, "I promise you."

"I will take Vinda Rozier away from Nurmengard."

"Deal made." Grindelwald grinned, and suddenly his withered arm emerged from the gap in the iron bars, its veins bulging like the roots of an old tree.

Dumbledore stared intently, hesitated for a moment, and finally met the attack with his palm. But he felt the opponent's five fingers suddenly tighten, the force penetrating to the bone, as if clamped by iron pincers.

"Ah, when was the last time we shook hands?" Grindelwald asked without waiting for a reply, then added with a self-deprecating laugh, "I told you, that boy from the Potter family is indeed quite special."

"This is not because Trelawney predicted that he would become the savior, but because after his destiny was set as the savior, new changes would occur, which would be obscure and complex."

After saying this, he withdrew his hand and sat down on the ground, grabbing a steak and chewing it greedily, not caring about the oil stains on his beard.

"Don't you think this is interesting? After all, this child has been under your surveillance since birth, right?"

Upon hearing the word "surveillance," Dumbledore frowned slightly but did not argue. He simply crouched down and said:

"When we last met, you suspected that Harry was the reincarnation of the Sage Peverell, so..."

"Al, I told you long ago, you don't have the talent of a prophet." Grindelwald took another sip of his drink. "Have you forgotten what that little girl from the Trelawney family said?"

Dumbledore frowned. "Why are you leaving?"

"That's right. Since she was talking to the boy from the Potter family, it means that the soul inside her must be Harry Potter himself."

Dumbledore paused, pondering the words for a moment before hesitatingly asking, "You mean—Harry's soul once left?"

Grindelwald shook his head and chuckled, his eyes showing concern. "Even I can't remove a child's soul and put it back in perfectly intact."

"In fact, I'm more inclined to believe that this Mr. Potter was a prophet who suddenly awakened."

"His vision is broad and profound, capable of observing the future decades or even centuries into the future, and he sees it very clearly."

"Isn't this also a form of leaving?"

"At the same time, this also explains the second prophecy, which unleashes the true demon."

"The most reckless prophet is one who has not undergone systematic training; he wants to change the future, but he will only make things worse."

Dumbledore remained silent, lost in thought, while Rozier stared intently at Grindelwald, ignoring everyone else. The cell fell silent for a moment, broken only by the sound of Grindelwald chewing his meat.

After Grindelwald had finished eating, Dumbledore slowly rose and said to Rozier:

"Please come with me, Mrs. Rosier."

Rozier glared angrily at Dumbledore, and Grindelwald, seeing this, struck the iron bars with his knuckles, making a loud clanging sound.

"Don't forget my words, Wenda, follow your heart."

Upon hearing this, Rozier stood silently with his head bowed for a long time, then suddenly flicked his sleeves, turned around, and bowed deeply to Grindelwald.

After the ceremony, he didn't utter a word, but strode down the stone steps, his footsteps echoing in the empty tower like the sound of a broken string.

Dumbledore stood still for a moment, then nodded to the cell and said, "Gail, thank you for your help."

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a sigh from behind the iron bars. "Please treat Wenda well. She shouldn't end up like me. Albus, this is my last request."

Dumbledore paused slightly, but did not turn around. He simply replied, "I will." With that, he turned and went downstairs.

Upon exiting Neumonteburg, Rozier stood alone by the door, his black robe fluttering in the cold wind.

Dumbledore stepped closer and asked gently, "So, Mrs. Rosier, are you going back to France?"

Rozier sneered at this, "I was expelled from the Rozier family in 1921."

Dumbledore frowned. "Do you have any other relatives?"

"The Black family of England are distant relatives of mine, but it seems that the family has declined in popularity, hasn't it?"

"Oh... this is really a difficult situation."

Dumbledore rubbed his temples. No wonder Gale wanted me to handle this; she truly had no suitable place to go…

Seeing this, Rozier said calmly, "You don't need to pretend to take his words so seriously. I won't leak any information."

"If you're alright, I need to go back to work now."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, then asked, "Work?"

"I'm a nurse at a Muggle hospital," Rozier said calmly. "My wand was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic a long time ago. I need to at least support myself."

"If that's the case..." Dumbledore smiled, "Madame Pomfrey at Hogwarts Hospital is in need of an experienced assistant."

"Mrs. Rosier, would you be interested in working at Hogwarts? The job duties are the same as before."

"But there's a prerequisite."

"I need to impose some restrictions on you."

(End of this chapter)