"It was obvious you were enjoying your travels." The old man dressed like a vagrant wore a mocking expression.
"I did everything in my power that I should have done," Dumbledore said. "Unfortunately, I did not succeed. We have already missed the last chance you spoke of. Since failure is inevitable, I think I might as well let go and accept this outcome."
"You no longer care whether wizards live or die?" the vagrant demanded.
"I no longer have the strength to lead them," Dumbledore said. "More importantly, I do not know what is truly right. Perhaps my failure is telling me that I have become the stone that ought to be moved aside."
"And you failed too, didn't you?" Grindelwald said from the side. "What gives you the right to stand there and interrogate us from on high? Where are those extra measures you spoke of? I have not heard of any remarkable actions lately. Are you only capable of hiding behind these Muggles and wagging your tongue?"
"I am under attack," the vagrant said. "Murphy could discover my location at any moment. I cannot waste too much time..."
"Oh, so you are being hunted? And under those circumstances, you still want us to risk our lives fighting Murphy?" Grindelwald glared at him. "You know what? I think I should have a good talk with this Murphy. Or perhaps capturing you and handing you over to him would be a fine choice too."
Grindelwald had disliked the Holy Mother from the very beginning. He had only acted alongside Dumbledore because Dumbledore had been resolute about involving himself in this matter.
Now that Albus had clearly put all this behind him and was ready to enjoy their retirement together, this bastard still had the nerve to jump out and cause