Curse Order, Fate's Shackles

Moonlight pierced through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the outline of the castle and the words " For the For the Greater Good," casting a stark white glow.

The writing had become somewhat blurred, covered with pitted and uneven Dark Magic traces, adding a touch of desolation to Nurmengard.

An elderly man with white hair sat lazily on a bed, leaning against the stone wall with one leg propped up on his back. Through the cracks in the stone window, he admired the pale moonlight outside the castle.

He sighed softly, "Spell Command, a shackle from fate... Perhaps I shouldn't have pushed him so hard back then, so he wouldn't have been bound by those shackles..."

Serena Pendragon looked at a magazine called "Natural Herbs." "Grindelwald, you just think... that you should be the one putting the chains on him, right?"

"To be honest... I've already met Dumbledore. Do you really think you... can put shackles on Dumbledore? I always feel that you are the one who is shackled."

Gellert Grindelwald lowered his head, blinked, and seemed to be reminiscing about something.

His eyes were noticeably different; his right eye was a bright azure blue, while his left eye was a dull dark blue.

When he blinks, only his right eye blinks, while his left eyelid only trembles slightly.

"Ah, that's an interesting idea," Grindelwald murmured. "Do you really want to discuss this? I could talk about it for a whole day and night."

"Of course not!" Serena Pendragon put down "Natural Herbs", stood up and said, "I just happened to be passing by, so I came up to take a look."

"By the way! This book, 'Natural Herbs,' brings good news. Hogwarts has started cultivating Mandrake again, and I believe that in a few years, there should be more Mandrake available."

"Hogwarts actually did that once in the last century," Grindelwald chuckled.

"If you hadn't set your Mandrake and dug it all up to deal with the Isaiah Society, it probably wouldn't have become a rare medicinal herb again."

"To be honest... if it weren't for the Guardians' special status, hidden in the annals of history like the Isaiah Society..."

"I think... if there were a Dark Wizard ranking list, your name would be there, at least in the top two."

Serena shrugged. "I'll take that as a compliment. I was just acting in self-defense... at most, my methods were a bit too aggressive."

"As for the Mandrake, it's obviously because they're effective. And the Biting Cabbage and Devil's Snare are also quite good."

"Yes! They work quite well!" Grindelwald nodded. "The Magical Plants you found useful are now relatively rare medicinal herbs..."

"It's alright, it'll be over soon anyway." Serena handed Grindelwald the book "Natural Herbs". "How about it? Want to use it to pass the time?"

"Why don't you help me find 'Transfiguration Today'?" Grindelwald looked out the window at the moonlight. "I need the one from 1894 to 1925."

Serena carefully put away "Natural Herbs" and said meaningfully, "Do you want such an old 'Transfiguration Today'? I know what you want to see!"

"Hmm," Grindelwald responded. "By the way! There will be a major incident in Mumbai early next year... around February or March. You can go and take a look."

Serena looked at Grindelwald's left eye. "Your Heavenly Eye has recovered?"

"Not as good as before..." Grindelwald shook his head slightly, "You can only see some fragments occasionally... very scattered."

"After being in a coma for so many years, this is the only major event I've been able to piece together... and I'm not even sure if it was something Isaiah Society do."

"No problem!" Serena waved her hand. "Since it's a major incident, it's most likely the work of the Isaiah Society; it's hard for anything to go wrong. Let's go!"

Grindelwald nodded in agreement. "Yes, I remember 'Transfiguration Today'."

"A certain detection spell, Prophecy ability, a certain Potions, or even a careless remark... could expose Curse Order Contract. Wizet, you must understand this..."

"Therefore, even if it's fabricated, you still need to be wary of these methods. Only by increasing the authenticity of the Curse Order Contract will your 'fabrication' have any meaning, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Wizet with a deep gaze, his expression carrying a hidden meaning.

Noticing Dumbledore's gaze and smile, Wizet realized the deeper meaning behind his words and nodded slightly. "That's right, we need to make it a habit... that's how we can move from the 'illusion' to the 'real'."

Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction. "Very good! It seems you have understood."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, how do we use the Curse Order Contract to deal with Voldemort?" Wizet asked.

Dumbledore stroked his beard. "It's a very complicated process... It's still important to explore his secrets."

"Perhaps Voldemort has already made his choice... In the end, he will deliberately expose his weakness... and destroy himself?"

"I don't quite understand," Wizet said, puzzled.

"This is not something you need to worry about," Dumbledore sighed. "Let's go! Now that we've confirmed there are no problems with your Spell Command, we should go back and rest."

"That's right, tomorrow is Monday, and we have classes to attend!" Wizet looked at the Mirror of Erised beside her. "Headmaster Dumbledore, can this mirror... stay here for the time being?"

Dumbledore nodded and said, "Of course, if it's helpful to you..."

Dumbledore turned the doorknob, he discovered that there was already an extra person in the Headmaster's Office.

Hearing the noise behind him, Snape, dressed in a black robe, turned his head slightly.

He said in a low voice, "As long as you don't lower yourself to that level and don't eat expired candy because you're craving it, you won't get poisoned or swollen."

"Also, the black tea with its fishy smell doesn't seem to suit your taste... So what do you plan to do with the piece of snake slough?"

Dumbledore strode to his seat, looked at Snape with a smile, and said, "I used it to investigate something, and then I got some good news."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "About the Dark Lord? Or... Lockhart died suddenly while practicing his signature in the middle of the night? I hope he doesn't become Ghost."

"You guessed right, it's about Voldemort's secret," Dumbledore said bluntly. "My earlier judgment was correct; we can defeat Voldemort with 'love'."

"In fact... this kind of thing has happened once before. It was only today that I connected the dots. The power that defeated Voldemort last time came from the power of 'love'."

"What can I do?" Snape leaned forward, his voice urgent. "How can I use 'love'... to defeat Voldemort?"