Chapter 116 – Dinner with Grindelwald
"Ahhh... This was wonderful!"
I couldn't help but agree with Grindelwald, as the feast that his automatons hosted was just as good as the ones we had in Hogwarts. Be it the soup, chicken, the mashed potato, or the different sauces... it was simply superb. Right now, we were enjoying some ice cream, slowly munching on it, sitting at the big, round table opposite Grindelwald, who changed into an elegant, crimson shirt and black pants, looking like a refined noble.
"Now... Where were we?" He asked, twirling wine in his glass.
"Good question." I answered, enjoying my vanilla dessert. "We told you what we know of Voldemort, and you know more about Dumbledore than we."
"True... hm, but I need to think. Let's go through the details." He hummed, tapping on the table, closing his eyes for a moment. "You say he was destroyed in body by your father, yes?"
"I saw it happen." I answered calmly, but my hand did squeezed the bowl I was holding before relaxing.
"So he came back from death. Do you all know what this means?"
"Horcrux." Quincy answered, and I saw him nod, looking at us with proud eyes.
"I am surprised you know about it."
"We... learned a lot." I whispered, sitting up straight in my chair. "And we also suspect he has more than one. For sure, because from what we could learn, the Order of the Phoenix is working to destroy them to make Voldemort killable."
"How many would he have?"