187 Chapter 54, True

"Who are you?"

In the dim Room of Responsiveness, the candlelight is shining, and the thousand-year-old garbage piled up high is slowly rotating like building block gears.

Hoffa sat at one end of the long table, staring tensely at his teacher.

"Just call me Professor, Hoffa. You're my first student."

Jacob slowly got up from the seat, his body was straightened again, and his whole person directly changed into another appearance, a handsome and elegant middle-aged man. He was wearing a purple-gray robe, a black scarf, and his hair was combed meticulously.

"People like us have to pass on our ideas throughout our lives. You can learn my spells, which means you have the ability to change the world. I won't just watch this school destroy you. "

Hoffa looked at him, not knowing what to say. Grindelwald, Gellert Grindelwald, the first generation of demon kings, turned out to be his own transformation teacher.

He is rumored to have orchestrated the Armenian genocide, and rumored to have orchestrated the 1926 terrorist attacks in New York. There are rumors that he is the real culprit of the current massacre of Jewish wizards, and there are rumors that this summer, he planned the bombing plan for London.

After living in this world for three years, Hoffa naturally felt the horror of this man.

But when he met this man face to face, no matter how Hoffa looked at him, he didn't think he was a big devil.

He doesn't have Sylby's tyrannical spirit, his mental force field is calm, precise and clear. Like a shrewd and capable businessman, even more like a scholar who has been practicing for many years in a temple.

"Where's Jacob Bohan?" Hoffa asked hoarsely.

"Jacob Bohan?"

The white-haired Gellert said lightly: "I killed him. In fact, colluding with Gringotts to smuggle drugs is Jacob Bohan's masterpiece. During the year I replaced him, I have to say , the British medical community has been given a fairer and more equitable opportunity to develop."

"Is this your plan?"

"What's my plan, tell me."

"You want to destroy Hogwarts and control the British wizarding world."

"I destroy Hogwarts and control Britain?" Grindelwald smiled, "What about after that? Go back and brag with those racist German lunatics?"

He shook his head: "No, it's not. Every corner of the world is the earth. What good does it do me to destroy this place?"

"Then why do you turn students into animals?"

"Did I turn the students into animals?"

Grindelwald spread his hands: "I said it in the first class. What I'm good at is magic deformation. Using magic to attract the environment to change automatically. I'm not good at human body deformation at all."

"Who else could it be if it wasn't you?"

"Ah, let's not talk about this issue first."

Grindelwald leaned comfortably on the chair and put his feet on the table: "Actually, my purpose of coming to Hogwarts is very simple. One is to meet my former teacher, and the other is to save my students who are in deep trouble. .”

"I'm not behind bars," Hoffa immediately denied.

"Yes, then why do you have endless nightmares, why do you see things that others cannot see again and again."

Grindelwald asked softly, "Why do you feel lonely in the crowd, why do you always think differently from others."

"I"

Hoffa didn't speak, but the sense of fear and strangeness disappeared little by little. This gentle and gentle man seemed to be in the same state as he appeared, just chatting with himself.

After a pause, he lowered his head and looked at Hoffa in the dim light without blinking: "To gain new experiences, to expand the boundaries of cognition, to pursue spiritual freedom, these are what you want, not Is it?"

Hoffa exhaled in one breath. Although he didn't want to admit it, at this moment, the huge identity almost swallowed him, and he almost wanted to stand up and hug each other. It was a feeling Dumbledore had never given him, Dumbledore had never asked him what he really wanted.

At this time, the black and white cat that Miranda turned into crawled up to Hoffa and tried to touch his hand with its paw, but he avoided its touch like an electric shock.

He saw the sorrel eyes of some cat, and thought of Miranda in the first grade, and it felt like a whole bucket of ice had slipped into his stomach. All of a sudden, remorse, guilt and self-blame flooded my mind. Why should he identify with this person?

He turned pale and raised his head, "So, are all those students under your control this year?"

"Why do you always habitually shift responsibility to me?"

Grindelwald sighed: "Could it be that you can clean yourself up by doing this, and leave yourself a mask of justice and kindness, please, haven't you worn this mask yet?"

"Then why are they...?"

"Who turned Hogwarts students into what they are now, don't you know? Who deprived them of pressure, who deprived them of reality, gave them a false sense of security, false sense of hope.

Who satisfies their stupid wishes and makes them no longer bother to face real problems, who shows an omnipotent look, a righteous and powerful look, and makes others habitually produce Reliance, is it me? "

Hoffa was struck by lightning, and he leaned heavily on the chair.

After a while, he murmured, "It's me?"

Grindelwald: "It's not you either. Now you are just an idol created by Dumbledore and Hogwarts, a false halo. The real you has long been lost in this halo."

"The real me. The real me" an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in my heart. His breathing began to be short, and the sweat drops on his forehead and his clenched fists exposed the fluctuations in his heart.

Grindelwald: "Tell me, Hoffa, what is the real you like?"

Hoffa's teeth began to chatter, and he tried to push back from the chair and stand up, but couldn't.

Grindelwald: "You know better than me, Hoffa Bach. Ravenclaw, the smartest house, is also the most self-conscious house. Although you hide it well, there is no doubt that the real you is tired of all of these."

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Hoffe began to panic. Some of the most hidden thoughts buried in the bottom of my heart were revealed by the man in front of me.

Grindelwald looked at Hoffa with a smile:

"Dumbledore brings you hope and makes you brave and kind. But let me say that you are not a kind person in essence. Kindness is just a means for you to pursue the height of life.

You are a Ravenclaw, a rambunctious, arrogant, narcissistic Ravenclaw. A Ravenclaw who pursues spiritual freedom and is extremely selfish. You never realize your darkness, that paranoia, arrogance, violence, brutality, but it doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

You are afraid of becoming like your classmates, that is because they represent the ordinary and the mediocrity in your mind. And you expect yourself to be great, to be great. What you hate is not them, what you hate is your ordinary self, such a mediocre self. "

Grindelwald's words were like sharp knives, completely tearing off all of Hoffa's masks, exposing the real him to the cold air, leaving him invisible.

Grindelwald stood up, pulled out the Elder Wand, and swung it heavily. The surrounding garbage quickly reorganized, and crystal glass appeared on the high-rise garbage, and countless pictures flashed in the glass.

During the summer vacation, he beat up his boss in the hospital. He had a big fight at the underground base Aglaia. He brutally smashed the heads of two prisoners against the wall in Azkaban.

In those pictures, Hoffa saw his own shadow hovering on the ground like a dragon.

He saw his own shadow following Sherlock on Christmas night, turning the entire dragon-training team into animals in the Forbidden Forest.

He sees his own shadow stalking William on Christmas night, going to the prefects' bathroom, and turning him into an animal.

He saw that on the night of his painful disappointment, his own shadow turned into a terrible shadow, enveloped the entire castle, and ravaged in it.

After watching this scene, the table in front of Hoffa was completely reduced to powder under the violent mental fluctuations.

He sat back on the chair and looked at his hands. Completely lost my voice. Under his feet, the colorful and hovering shadow turned into a dragon shape, looking at him without blinking, his eyes passed through dreams and reality, reality and illusion, like a monster in the black deep sea.

Grindelwald said coldly:

"You can't save this school, or even save anyone. All your intervention is to slide this school to destruction. The weak hide behind you, and become weaker because of your protection. They feel that you are fighting for They speak up and assert their rights so that they can nestle comfortably in the common room and become lambs to be slaughtered."

Saying that, Grindelwald took out a dragon egg from his chest and placed it on the ground. He walked slowly to Hoffa's side, bent down:

"I'm not interested in killing people, it's too boring. I'm keen on letting people discover their own truth, which I think is the most precious thing in the world."

Accompanied by his words, Hoffa's black shadow became colorful in the blink of an eye. It stretched, extended, and gradually covered the dragon egg.

The colorful dragon egg cracked a gap, two gaps, and a creature slowly crawled out of the eggshell. It's so gorgeous and yet so twisted at the same time.

At the moment when the dragon egg was broken. Hoffa felt himself being torn apart, completely divided. The nightmare that had been haunting him for a long time was pulled away.

Grindelwald: "Face your true self."

After saying this, he patted Hoffa on the shoulder, brushed past him, and left him without looking back.

Hoffa didn't have time to take care of Grindelwald anymore. He sat on a chair and watched the shadow dragging on the ground, and the end of the shadow was bound to the twisted creature in the dragon egg. One person and one dragon share the same shadow.

The grotesque, nameless creature stumbled to its feet. Like a toddler baby.

Since then, he has grown at an astonishing rate. Almost in the blink of an eye, it turned into a newborn baby. The baby crawled on the ground in pain, covered with mucus, and seemed to show extreme fear of the new world.

But soon, countless colorful faces flowed past his shadow like duckweed.

The baby's mood quickly stabilized, and then he stood up little by little, his bones crackling, growing taller and stronger, and finally, it turned into a teenager with gray hair and golden eyes, exactly the same as Hoffa in appearance, even The earrings on the ears are all replicated.

It glanced at Hoffa, and staggered towards him, like a reptile. While crawling, clothes appeared on its body, and it straightened up and began to walk upright.

Finally, the identical boy stood in front of Hoffa, tilting his head slightly: "Hi, trash, hello."