"He wanted to know why you were spreading his rumors, so I told him my perspective..." Aurora cautiously explained her conversation with Ian after some consideration.
"To cover up the morning news, is that really what you think?" Grindelwald maintained his smile as he looked at his kin with deep eyes after listening.
"Isn't it?"
Aurora slightly furrowed her brow.
She thought her analysis should be correct.
"I told your friend a principle, and perhaps it's time to tell you again." Grindelwald lightly waved his magic wand, reshaping the iron artifacts Aurora brought.
Then.
One after another, the instruments of torture, which were chilling just to look at, began to appear consecutively in the underground classroom, placed exactly where Grindelwald wanted them.
While transforming the classroom.
Grindelwald didn't forget to instruct Aurora with meaningful insight as he calmly spoke.
"We prophets see futures that are sometimes contradictory and sometimes just illusory reflections. As for those clear and definitive prophecies, they seem inevitable in the eyes of the mediocre, but for the outstanding ones, they can be guided towards a desired direction."
"Of course, guiding a prophecy's development based on personal will is extremely difficult, so enlisting the help of other wizards becomes an inevitable choice."
Grindelwald effortlessly reshaped the entire layout of the classroom, and after putting away his magic wand, he looked at the increasingly puzzled Aurora, whose brows were almost knitted into a small old lady.
"What do you mean?"
Aurora couldn't comprehend Grindelwald's words.
Yet Grindelwald didn't show a disappointed expression because of this.
He just kept smiling softly.
And spoke lightly.
"Child, the wonders of wizards far exceed your imagination. Our thoughts, beliefs, and knowledge may perhaps be part of a grand scheme in the mystic world."
Upon hearing this.
Aurora's eyes widened immediately.
"You want Ian to contend with you for Dumbledore? And turn Dumbledore into a Succubus?" The young German girl's tone was full of disbelief. She gasped three or four times on the spot, thankful that due to helping Grindelwald, she hadn't heard the latest absurd version of the rumors.
"What kind of ghost stories are these... Damn! I should have put more effort into making that book!" Grindelwald's smile became somewhat stiff, clearly not expecting the storybook to include news about the Succubus as well. The prophet seemed to be once again mocked by fate.
"Isn't it so?"
Aurora wondered if she was using a provocation tactic.
"Of course not!"
One of Grindelwald's eyes suddenly changed color, only he could see the images within, and his voice began to turn a bit deep and full of meaning.
"I just want to take advantage of the opportunity to plant a seed in the hearts of this batch of little wizards. One day, they will gradually sprout, contributing to that greater vision."
Grindelwald's expression was extremely serious.
"What kind of seed?"
Aurora suddenly looked up.
The now expressionless Grindelwald only provided a different answer.
"A seed that will make that little one thank me."
After hesitating for a moment.
He still reluctantly added a sentence.
"Of course, some things did have small errors, harmless though, but... I still have to go to that little witch and reconstruct the book in her hands."
With that said.
Grindelwald hurriedly walked out of the classroom—his somewhat rushed silhouette making Aurora think that her previous judgment wasn't entirely wrong.
What greater vision.
There's definitely an intent to cover up news headlines!
...
As Grindelwald walked, he transformed into a little witch, smoothly slipping into the Slytherin College common room, stealthily pulling out his magic wand and aiming it at the dormitory of the little witches.
Meanwhile.
Ian, who originally wanted to visit the Owl Shed, was eavesdropping on an exceptionally intense confrontation—a tumultuous argument emanating from the Owl Shed.
"I told you! I didn't steal your thing!!"
"Who else could it possibly be besides you?! Don't deceive me!! Someone told me you opened it!"
"How many times do I have to tell you! When I opened it, it didn't have what you said inside! If you don't believe me, dive into my mind and see my memories!"
Ian was hiding in a corner outside.
He couldn't see the figures inside the dimly lit Owl Shed, but could identify the voices' owners from the names displayed on the Living Map.
Albus Dumbledore.
Abeforth Dumbledore.