Looking at the elderly wizard before him, whose teeth had already been completely repaired, Dumbledore watched the light from the magic lamp dance over Grindelwald's white hair, thinned by age yet combed with meticulous care. From Dumbledore's angle, it made the wizard in front of him seem a little younger, and left him faintly dizzy.
Grindelwald leaned forward slightly and, with slow elegance, extended an arm. He raised his hand palm-up, his eyes seeming not to need blinking at all as he kept his head lowered and gazed steadily at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore lifted his left hand, rubbed his nose, and sighed, naturally offering it toward Grindelwald's palm—but unexpectedly, Grindelwald did not take his hand. Instead, he deftly avoided it, then swiftly seized Dumbledore's right hand, the one holding his wand. With a hard tug, he pulled Dumbledore into a stumble, drawing him closer to himself.
Dumbledore's silver-white, waist-length hair swung forward. He stood there in a daze, his blue eyes behind his crescent-shaped glasses fixed intently on the other man's eyes. A flush seeped into his originally pale, aged cheeks. Grindelwald gripped Dumbledore's wrist firmly and drew the White Wizard's now-healed right hand to the tip of his nose, sniffing hard at it. From beginning to end, his gaze never left Dumbledore, which only made the old man's complexion turn even rosier.
"Rowan Wood... Wizards who wield wands made from this wood often possess clear minds and pure hearts. Rowan Wood wands can also bring defensive Charms to their greatest effect, and so they have exceptional talent when it comes to protecting their masters—other wands are somewhat inferior." Grindelwald released the hand gripping Dumbledore's wrist. "If I remember correctly, your new wand is the same as your original old wand?"
Dumbledore's face felt hot for a moment. Only then did