In return, Albert made time over the next few days to visit Grindelwald at Nurmengard prison, bringing him food he liked and chatting about topics that interested him—things concerning Dumbledore.
Most elderly people enjoyed reminiscing about the past, and Grindelwald was naturally no exception. Though he knew the young man before him had ulterior motives, for an old man nearing death, being able to spend his final days comfortably and happily was undoubtedly a great blessing.
Thus, Grindelwald readily agreed to leave behind his memories and told Albert about his abandoned secret bases. Though he had no idea what had become of them, there should still be some valuable things to find inside.
"Is this your real reason for coming to see me?"
"I'm not short of money." Albert shook his head. "I probably never mentioned that Nicolas Flamel was my teacher. Before he left, he gave me a vast fortune of precious treasures."
"You're actually that fellow's student!"
Grindelwald examined Albert in surprise, then shook his head, drained the red wine in his glass, and casually peeled his memories from his mind, storing them in glass bottles. The wooden chest before him contained countless similar bottles, all filled with his memories.
The elderly man left his knowledge to Albert as payment for keeping him company and talking with him during this time.
These had been the happiest days he had experienced in decades.
To be honest, Grindelwald had been shocked when he took the wand Albert handed him, but he quickly fell silent again.
He had realized that he was old. He had also realized that the young man before him did not care whether he held a wand or not. Albert was so confident, confident that even if Grindelwald tried something, he could stop him with ease.
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