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"Anger is the most meaningless folly."

As Dumbledore set off with heavy steps, choosing to return to Berlin on foot, Grindelwald's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear. He did not even need to turn his head to know where Grindelwald was, nor was he surprised by his sudden appearance. Dumbledore knew that Grindelwald would find him—would appear on his left during a walk, just as he always had before, and move forward shoulder to shoulder with him.

Compared with the silent suburban forest beneath the ice and the city of Berlin sunk in the flames of war, this barren field where the two of them stood might have been the quietest, most peaceful place in all Berlin.

Their gazes met briefly. The next second, two spells that appeared almost at the same instant collided right between them. One green, one red, the two streaks of magical light added a few bright colors to the ice penguin's belly, but the contract of the Blood Malediction still bound their magic. The two spells vanished in that fleeting clash, and their expressions remained as calm as ever, as though nothing had happened at all.

"Long time no see, Albus," Grindelwald greeted him with a smile. "Do you agree with me?"

"Indeed. But remaining rational at all times is hardly simple."

"I even think those walking corpses in the city, dead long ago, are living more meaningful lives than people whose heads have been clouded by rage." Grindelwald breathed out a puff of white mist and turned to look at Dumbledore. "You can scarcely imagine what I just saw. Every street in Berlin is writhing with dug-up corpses. Who knows what those Muggles did before this? Do you remember the last time we saw so many Inferi?"

"We have never seen Inferi together before,"