Chapter 78.2- Doom Days

I aimed my wand at the far end of the wall, the part that I felt was moe likely to lead outside and fired a blasting curse. It blew through the wall, yes, but then there was nothing behind it but more stone.

“I’d advise you not to continue” I spun on my heels, finding myself next to a man somehow. When had he gotten in here? How had he done so? Without my notice?

“Is this some sort of illusion?” I asked instantly, clearing my mind again. Nope, he was still there when I opened my eyes. The same blonde hair and blue eyes in a suit that would have been more in place in the 1800s. Well, to be fair, he was more a boy than a man, to be honest. He looked about in his teenage years. I was beginning to get a very bad feeling.

“No. Nothing so sophisticated, I fear. I am merely a projection. Just here for you to prevent you from doing anything careless”

“Who are you?”

“A projection, did I not explain that clearly enough?” He asked, turning to the side like he was addressing someone else in the room.

“I mean who are you a projection of?” I asked, feeling a vague suspicion build.

“Gellert Grindlewald, at your service.” Of fucking course. Things just could not be any worse.

“I see. Well met, Gellert”

“You recognise me” He said, eyes wide.

“What?” I cleared my mind again.

“Don’t bother lying. I’ve been reading people for so long. Why do you recognise my name? What business do I have with a British boy not even past his maturity?”

I remained silent, trying to figure out exactly what was going on here.

“I achieved it, didn’t I? That’s the only way you’d have heard of me so easily. I found the deathly hallows and became the master of death, didn’t I?”

“Indeed” I drawled, turning my attention to the room.

“You said I shouldn’t blast the wall down? Why?”

“Well, because of where you are. Those walls are the only things keeping you safe. They’re plenty thick, but you’d blast through with a few more spells with that kind of power” He said.

“That’s all I need to know” I replied, turning my wand on the wall again.

“I really would not recommend doing that” He said.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Tell me why I shouldn’t”

“Because behind that wall there are monsters”

“Monsters?”

“Magical creatures of some sort. Halfbreeds. All sorts of things that someone created and left in here.” He said.

“And if I break out, then what will happen? They’ll attack me?”

“Most assuredly.”

“Why would this idiot bring me here then?” I said, pointing at the body of Julian Russo. Or what had been his body. Since I’d blown his chest open, it had turned into that of a black haired man with a smile that I could only charitably describe as smarmy. Not really the best expression to put on a face at death, it seemed.

“Hmm. He must be one of them, then”

“One of who?”

“I fear I might have said overmuch”