Nicolas thought Dumbledore must have been hit in the head by a Confundus Charm during the battle to think that having Cypher face Grindelwald was the best possible outcome.
After all, he had taken a liking to Cypher's potential, and some of his plans revolved around Cypher.
If Grindelwald did not show himself on the battlefield, then aside from Dumbledore, he could sweep through almost any place unhindered.
He could even infiltrate nearly anywhere to carry out secret operations.
Dumbledore had no energy to use the Blood Oath to sense his approximate location.
No one knew where he was or what evil deeds he was committing!
Nicolas felt that his century of self-cultivation had all gone to waste.
If he had not known that force could not solve the problem, he would have given Dumbledore two solid punches and seen whether this fifty-year-old man would cry...
Seeing the centenarian elder fuming yet unable to do anything to him,
Dumbledore secretly found it amusing, though his expression remained calm. Seeing that Nicolas had settled down somewhat,
he hurriedly spoke and explained his reasons to the muscular man.
"Come on, then! Tell me the reasons in that pig brain of yours!"
Nicolas's fists were as big as sandbags, and veins stood out along his bare arms. He truly seemed to be enduring with great difficulty.
Dumbledore gave an unconcerned chuckle to ease the awkwardness, then explained solemnly.
"Cypher is definitely not weak! I know what you want to say—he is too young and lacks accumulated magical knowledge. But you must also know that young people learn and react far beyond your imagination."
"That is assuming Grindelwald does not kill him outright!"
"Don't worry! Grindelwald will never kill Cypher!"
Nicolas stared straight at Dumbledore with an expression that said, *Are you kidding