Chapter 533

After waiting for Dumbledore to complete the handover.

Only then did Grindelwald slowly step forward, crossing the threshold she had not crossed in decades. The night wind brushed against her aged face, stirring her silvery-white hair.

"Fine night."

She took a deep breath of the cold, free air outside. A profoundly complex, indescribable light flickered in her mismatched eyes before they returned to calm.

She walked up to Dumbledore. Only a single step separated them.

"You've waited long enough, Albus," Grindelwald said, her voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the night wind.

Dumbledore did not return her greeting. He merely said, "Let's go."

The two international Aurors immediately stepped forward, one on each side, subtly taking up protective positions, though they knew such a gesture might be utterly meaningless against Grindelwald.

"Professor Dumbledore," one Auror could not help speaking again, his tone grave. "I must remind you one last time of the responsibility you are undertaking... I hope you fully understand what you are doing. If anything goes wrong—"

He did not finish, but the implication was obvious.

Dumbledore turned to glance at him. In the moonlight, the lines of his profile looked somewhat hard. "I know."

The old man said only those three words and nothing more.

He looked at Grindelwald, who gave a slight nod to indicate that she was ready.

Dumbledore extended a hand and placed it on Grindelwald's shoulder. The gesture made the eyelids of both Aurors twitch, but Dumbledore ignored them.

With his other hand, he gripped his wand.

The Elder Wand.

"Hold on tight," Dumbledore said softly.

Grindelwald did not resist. She even relaxed her body cooperatively.

The next moment, the air let out a violent crack as it compressed!

Crack!

Their figures vanished from the spot in an instant, leaving behind only faint magical