What Exactly Are You Trying to Do? (Monthly and Recommended Tickets, Please)

"The things from Ignotus Peverell's grave are with you, aren't they?" Anduin looked calmly at Grindelwald. "Don't deny it. I wouldn't have come looking for you if I hadn't gotten reliable evidence."

"Ha! Another fellow coveting the Deathly Hallows."

Grindelwald sneered. "That's right, I did obtain something from the Peverell grave. But what if I don't want to hand it over to you?"

"Then are you planning to kill me too? Too bad I don't have a wand on me right now. You won't be able to claim any spoils from me."

The old man glanced at the row of wands before him, then shot Anduin a taunting look.

In Grindelwald's eyes, this young man had come to see him with ill intent. He had already lumped him together with those fanatics who would stop at nothing to achieve their goals.

And Grindelwald had held firm for over a hundred years. He wasn't about to back down in the face of a mere threat. In fact, he was already prepared to take them both down with him.

But when Anduin heard Grindelwald's words, he didn't bare his fangs as the old man had expected. The young man simply continued to watch him with a cold expression.

Only after a long while did Anduin speak up. "No. I promised Dumbledore I wouldn't hurt you. I was simply answering your question honestly, and I hope you'll answer mine just as honestly."

"Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald was taken aback. He hadn't expected the other man to have a connection to Dumbledore. He then sized up the young man in front of him again, examining him with a serious, appraising gaze.

Calm, graceful, composed, and impeccably dressed. His eyes brimmed with confidence, but unlike other young people, he wasn't arrogant.

And through his magical senses, the