Post by riddle era on May 5, 2012 12:50:11 GMT -7
We knew the world would not be the same. A few people laughed, a few people cried, most people were silent. I remembered the line from the Hindu scripture, the Bhagavad-Gita... "Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."
Wizards, unchanged for centuries, are now more sensitive to the kind of magic they blissfully avoided for so long - that which builds airplanes and bombs, and abolishes tradition. War has never been so difficult to ignore. London is a city strangled with propellers and guns, and Grindelwald sifts through the ashes of Europe performing his Greater Good.
Hogwarts has long been a sanctuary, but even its ancient walls are not immune. Deep beneath the dungeons stirs a new danger, the likes of which are as old as the castle itself. "All who behold its eyes fall dead upon the spot..."
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