A Strange Letter from Grindelwald

Her hunched body swayed precariously, like a candle flickering in the wind.

Bathilda's aged face was filled with regret as he kept saying, "How could I forget? How could I forget? I have to go look for it..."

"Madam?" Sean and Harry exchanged a puzzled look, wondering why the old lady had suddenly changed into this state.

Holding onto the cabinet, Bathilda walked quickly upstairs, his steps trembling. Along the way, he kept knocking over various things, but he was completely unaware of it.

Sean caught a plate that had fallen and put it back on the shelf, while Harry frantically steadied the low cabinets on the other side.

"Sean, you shouldn't have asked. Bathilda Bagshot doesn't remember those things at all. How could Dumbledore be friends with Grindelwald ... Oh, damn plate!"

Hermione was also full of doubt. "Professor Dumbledore experienced these things? Besides, the person in that photo doesn't look like him at all. Bathilda Bagshot seems to be mentally unstable; she seems to be completely confused."

"Who knows..." Sean muttered.

Harry and the others stayed behind to tidy up the fallen cabinet, while Sean went upstairs, worried that the old lady might accidentally fall.

The second floor was equally crowded, and the old wooden floorboards creaked unsettlingly whenever you stepped on them.

Bathilda went into a bedroom that seemed to have been uninhabited, and Sean was immediately covered in dust as he entered.

Meanwhile, Bathilda was hunched over, rummaging through the dusty bedroom for something.

"Madam, what are you looking for?" Sean fanned his face, the dust so thick he could barely open his eyes.

Bathilda didn't answer; she seemed possessed, panting as she rummaged through her things.

After a long while, she still hadn't found what she was looking for, and just stood there blankly, thinking, "Where is it? Where is it...?"

"Madam?" Sean cautiously approached a little. The old lady seemed to be mentally unstable; her eyes were vacant, and her hands were trembling slightly.

"Gellert, Gellert," Bathilda, clutching a tattered letter in his hand, "The thing he gave me, I can't find it..."

Something? Did Grindelwald give his aunt something important?

Bathilda looked distressed and regretful. "He told me—that this was what Albus needed, that it might salvage their crumbling relationship—and asked me to pass it on, but I forgot..."

Sean frowned slightly. Something that could salvage the relationship? Why didn't Grindelwald hand it over to Dumbledore himself? Was it because he was ashamed, or was it just the old men's sentimentality? Besides, Bathilda then shouldn't have been as confused and forgetful as he is now, right?

strangeness...

Sighing, Bathilda held up the letter in his hand. "Only the letter is left, what happened to the other things..."

Sean looked at the letter and tentatively asked, "May I see that letter?"

Bathilda was indeed getting senile. She looked at Sean and exclaimed in surprise, "Gellert, you've come back to see me?"

"Madam, I am not Mr. Grindelwald. You have mistaken me for someone else," Sean explained.

Bathilda paid no heed, shoving the letter into Sean's hand. "Son, I'm so sorry, I lost what you gave me... I completely forgot about it. Now I'm too old to move, you'll have to go find Albus yourself—"

"I really didn't..."

But old Bathilda was convinced that Sean was Grindelwald. She shoved the letter at him, and when Sean tried to return it, the old lady slapped him hard a few times.

Helpless, Sean had no choice but to put the letter away. In the end, he was stopped by Bathilda, who mistook him for Grindelwald. He was only able to get away when Harry went back and brought Lily.

"She's been very unstable lately; she's too old," Lillian Bathilda to sleep and closing the door behind her.

"Oh, poor lady." Daisy was a little sullen. In her childhood memories, Bathilda Bagshot was a gentle and kind old lady.

"I'll take her to St. Mungo's's in a few days," Lillian her daughter before leading them home.

Back at the Potter family, a guest room was already prepared. Old Bathilda looked frail, but he was surprisingly strong. In the dusty room, Sean, who was being pulled along, was covered in dust.

He went into the bathroom to take a shower, only to find that the letter from Bathilda was still in his pocket.

Although he was very curious, Sean thought it was better not to pry into other people's privacy. He would hand it over to Dumbledore when school started.

However, just as he took off his clothes and took out the letters inside, a huge suction force suddenly appeared.

Sean didn't even have time to react before he was drawn into the opening of the letter.

Sean felt as if he were falling from a great height, a strong sense of weightlessness enveloping him. After a dizzying spin, he finally stepped onto the ground.

"What's going on here..." Sean subconsciously looked around, and then was surprised to find that his body was actually an illusion.

Moreover, he was standing in a place he recognized—in front of the Dumbledore's old house.

However, this old house was much more vibrant than Sean had ever seen. Although it wasn't luxurious, it was no longer the dilapidated place that had been uninhabited for a long time and devoid of life.

"I think we can give it a try."

"Of course, Albus, it took us a long time to figure this out. Those idiots are busy looking for a more comfortable sewer."

Two young voices came from behind him. Sean turned around and saw the two young men he had just seen in the photo.

"Dumbledore and Grindelwald..."

The young Dumbledore, with a confident look in his eyes and a steady yet cheerful gait, was excitedly speaking to the equally young Grindelwald beside him.

"Gellert, I can't wait to try it out."

Grindelwald's lips curled into a slight smile, a carefree and delighted expression. He casually hooked one arm around Dumbledore's shoulder and said in a relaxed tone, "Why not give it a try now, my friend?"

He licked his lips excitedly. "Time waits for no one, we're going to change the world!"

"You're right, Gellert."

The two were completely unaware of Sean standing at the door, and walked into the house with their arms around each other's shoulders.

Was he trapped in a memory? Sean frowned. The letter had the ability to pull people into memories, roughly equivalent to a small Pensieve.

He then realized that he was still holding the letter in his hand.

Sean pulled out a somewhat worn and yellowed letter.

Dear Albus: I know you won't forgive me, but I feel that this is something you need.

I already have a well-developed method for using the Philosopher's Stone to create bodies and transfer souls...