Chapter 164 – Slughorn
Returning home, we exchanged a quick look, hurriedly determining that none of us were injured, and let out a long sigh of relief after confirming it.
"How many did you find or fight?" I asked, making Quincy think for a moment.
"It was utter chaos. I think I managed to break off the cuffs from four or five prisoners while spells were flying everywhere. I blew up two Death Eaters, though, before I saw your flare and escaped. What happened?"
"I ran into the Headmaster."
"Snape?!" She flinched while I decided to leave out the more dangerous details.
"Yeah, and he killed one of his own and told me to leave. It was... weird."
"..." She said nothing, just stepped closer, holding my hand, smiling at me.
"Let's head in! Whatever happened now was anything but normal... Let's hope the Professor's trip was much more fruitful."
"You tell me! Ugh... The Dark Lord went completely nuts; this was too much even for him! Isn't he afraid of turning his own people against himself?"
"Breaking up his soul so many times caused his rationality to suffer from it." Herpo explained, which I then repeated for Quincy to hear.
We had just entered our home when Grindelwald appeared, apparating straight into the living room.