Hamster?
Gellert couldn't fathom how he became a hamster in his sister's eyes.
If someone else had said this, the Grindelwald-brand gas stove would have likely ignited long ago.
But there was no help for it, the one who said it was his sister.
Even upon learning that his sister had lost her magic power, Gellert's target was Harry, not his sister.
After all, the bloodline suppression was there, even if his sister was still sixteen, she was still his sister.
"Vivi." Harry advised from the side, "It's better not to do this..."
"Ha, Scarhead Enchantress!" Gellert glared at him from the ground, "You think I need your humble pretense of pleading?"
"This won't kill you, Vivi," Harry added.
He felt it was necessary to ramp up the intensity for Gellert, like maybe talking about his love story with the headmaster?
But pulling the innocent headmaster into this made Harry feel somewhat guilty.
In all fairness, Dumbledore was decent to him...
"I think he's more like a Sniff." Harry continued to jab, "Look, loves money, sweeps your vault clean of gold and silver — what other creature besides a Sniff has such a peculiar hobby?"
Upon hearing this description, Gellert's face turned an instant shade of blue.
Sniff?!
As everyone knows, the creature he hated most was the Sniff.
It was at the Père Lachaise Cemetery in Paris, France, that his Blood Alliance with Al was stolen by Scamander's Sniff!
He lifted his head viciously, and if looks could kill, Harry would be riddled with holes by now.
Harry raised his hand and waved at him.
With your sister suppressing you, what do I have to fear?
"You're right, Harry," Vivi raised her head, "The Grindelwald family produced a Sniff kid like this, bringing shame to our entire family!"
Having said that, she once again looked down at her brother lying on the ground, snorting coldly, "Gellert, you should know... I can tolerate you taking the money from my vault, as long as you can accomplish something, even if you empty my vault, so what?"
"But what I cannot accept is your failure, which is even harder for me to accept than your theft!"
"Otherwise? Sister?" Gellert's odd-colored eyes flickered, "And where were you? I remember you once told me that you would stand by my side no matter what... So where were you when I was facing the siege of the world?"
Vivi paused.
She raised her magic wand, pulled over a chair from the side, and sat on it gracefully.
"Tell me, why did you fail?"
With the lesson just taught, Vivi felt it would not be wise to hastily trust the Sniff brother before her and decided it was better to understand the full picture first before deciding whether she should feel guilty.
"Why did I fail?" Gellert displayed a mocking smile, "Yeah, why did I fail... Do you know, sister, what it feels like to have noble ideals, to want to give everything for wizards, only to be betrayed by those fellow countrymen who are willing to be sewer rats?"
Vivi raised an eyebrow.
"This is your vision too, isn't it, sister?" Gellert continued softly, "I remember during Christmas when you came home for vacation, you told me more than once that if wizards could stop hiding, be able to walk openly and aboveboard under the sun, it would be great."
Vivi remembered; it was after her fifteen-year Dud life that she wielded magic for the first time.
She loved everything about magic so much, but during the vacation, she was told — due to certain laws, you are not allowed to use magic at home during the holidays.
This huge gap made her feel at a loss.
I have magic power, I want to become a wizard, to not be restrained.
Now I have magic power and have become a wizard, but you're telling me — I am not allowed to use magic?
"You hated the Wizarding Secrecy Law, hated everything that shackled us..."
At this, Gellert slowly stood up, straightened his back, and waved his hand menacingly, just like when he was giving speeches to the Saints.
"That law makes us like rats dwelling in the sewers!"
"That law wants us to hide our true selves!"
"That law wants those under its jurisdiction to curl up in fear, worried that we might reveal our identities!"
"I ask you, sister — and I ask all of you — who does this law protect? Us? Or them? I merely refuse to yield under it — is there anything wrong with that?"
"You're not wrong, Gael," Vivi acknowledged Gellert's stance, "But the world is."
"Yes," Gellert suddenly reined in his ferocity, "but those ordinary mortals are content with the status quo, even going so far as to kill a Warrior like me who fights for them, just so they can continue living in the sewers..."
"But that's just part of it, right?" Vivi folded her hands on her lap, "Your stance? Ordinary people always harbor this or that hypocrisy. If it were purely because you wanted to break the Wizarding Secrecy Law, they wouldn't react so violently — if I'm not mistaken, your stance... should be to make wizards the rulers, and Muggles, to become the servants and slaves of wizards? Am I right?"
Gellert suddenly froze.
As they say, no one knows a brother better than his sister; now he understood why his sister always had an overwhelmingly suppressing effect on her brother — it wasn't just a suppression of bloodline.