"It's actually not bad, much cooler than a water bottle," Kayson said, then refilled his empty water bottle with milk, otherwise, he would get diarrhea from drinking rainwater.
"By the way, you still haven't answered my question."
"In terms of our temperaments, who is the more proactive one?" Grindelwald asked, turning to look at Kayson.
"...In terms of temperament, it should be you."
Grindelwald nodded, "That's right then."
"Really?"
Grindelwald's scalp tightened, "Really."
"I don't..." Kayson stopped halfway when he saw Grindelwald moving his hand to the sleeve where his wand was kept.
"Alright, I believe you."
"Hmm, let's head back to the hotel," Grindelwald said, wiping his rain-drenched hair before disappearing with a buzzing sound.
Following that were purple specks of light scattered across the sky.
The next morning...
The two traveled light, taking a taxi directly to the airport. Once on the plane, Kayson skillfully pulled out his eye mask and earplugs, intending to get some good sleep.
To ensure a good night's sleep on the plane, Kayson had deliberately stayed up until 3 AM the previous night.
Grindelwald, however, was different. Although they had flown from England to Africa, Grindelwald was still very interested in this giant, non-magic flying machine.
He patted Kayson, who was sleeping.
The latter pulled open a small slit in his eye mask, "I'm a civil engineer, not an aerospace engineer. You really shouldn't ask me... Just like last time you asked me almost the whole way, and I couldn't answer, could I?"
"No," Grindelwald shook his head, subtly casting a sound-proofing magic around them, "I'm just lamenting the growing gap between Muggles and Wizards. I've seen planes before, but the ones I saw previously could mostly only carry one or two people, at most for dropping bombs."
"In fact, at the beginning of this century, Muggles already had large transport planes, but whether they had such large passenger planes, I don't know... And I want to sleep," Kayson mumbled disjointedly.
"Wizards are still too arrogant," Grindelwald said, shaking his head.
"It's the Wizards in England and Germany who are too arrogant. Last year, I interacted with the magic world in France, and they are very open to Muggle science and technology. There's also Ilvermorny, which is the magic school in America," Kayson explained to the old Wizard, who had been disconnected from the world for decades.
"Do you know why?"
"England because of Lord Voldemort, Germany because their magic schools don't have Muggle Wizard students... However, I have seen their Muggle Contact Class. Although they are all Pure-bloods, their attitude towards Muggle Wizards and Muggles is much friendlier than in England."
"You can even tell from the names of the courses: one is 'Muggle Contact Class' and the other is 'Muggle Studies Class.' England's course name already gives off a sense of arrogance."
"Have you ever thought about changing it?" Grindelwald asked.
Kayson took off his eye mask, "I knew you came with me for no good reason. You're finally showing your true colors, huh? I did have that idea originally, but not anymore."
Grindelwald shook his head, "Being timid and hesitant, you can't achieve great things."
"Achieving great things is a Slytherin trait; I'm a Hufflepuff."
"Perhaps we can use a gentler approach," Grindelwald said.
Kayson shrugged, "Compared to a billion deaths, any approach is gentle."
"Making all six billion people in the world possess magic is something even the most arrogant person wouldn't dare to imagine. Who knew you would even dare to try it? You deserved to fail, and to be confronted by your future self."
Kayson rolled his eyes. He wasn't surprised that Grindelwald, a born Seer who could see the future, knew the cause and effect of this temporal event.
However...
"Who was it that suddenly appeared on the Hogwarts roof, trying to snatch the magic seed?"
Grindelwald shook his head, "Before you completely destroyed the magic seed, there were many timelines, and it was still operable, which is why I tried to snatch it."
"And now?"
"The timelines are starting to get chaotic; I can't see clearly anymore."
Kayson sighed in his seat. Let it be chaotic; he didn't have a better solution now.
Or rather, he was truly a Hufflepuff. If he were a Gryffindor or a Slytherin, he would have pushed the magic seed plan forward.
Even if he were a Ravenclaw, he would easily calculate this problem: a billion lives versus the remaining five billion new humans with magic.
Of course, this number is conservative. It's more likely that the new humans with magic would fight more and more fiercely, with war machines worldwide, pervasive Wizard assassinations, and hatred accelerating everything. In the end, perhaps only one or two billion would remain?
It's just a pity that he studied civil engineering; he had only a partial or incomplete understanding of the underlying logic of such wars.
He also didn't understand how far this war would escalate, as he wasn't a professional.
If it were someone else, like Grindelwald or Dumbledore, let alone a billion deaths worldwide, even if only a billion or even a hundred million remained, would they still push the plan forward?
Wait, scratch Lord Voldemort; he doesn't have such a grand vision. In his eyes, even Wizards themselves should be divided into ranks. If everyone in the world really became a Wizard and happened to know about him...
Then the new Muggle Wizards would immediately unite! And unite again!
Left hand 'Eat the big melon' (a spell), right hand 'Bobosha' (a gun), they would first eliminate those brainless Pure-bloods before starting a civil war.
"What are you thinking about?" Grindelwald asked, looking at Kayson whose expression was constantly changing.
"I'm thinking about those idiotic Pure-blood families in England..."
"Dumbledore told me that you always treat students equally," Grindelwald retorted.
"I haven't targeted any Little Wizards from a Pure-blood family. What I look down on has always been that so-called self-contained Pure-blood group."
"Of course, perhaps some of my Pure-blood students will become like that after graduation, or maybe not... In short, I can only hope they can break free from the shackles of their families and live their true selves."
"Instead of being a puppet without a self, mechanically operating for the family's prosperity and continuation," Kayson sighed.
"Do you think that's possible?"
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