Within the dark and towering Nurmengard Tower.
Time seems to have solidified this long-separated reunion scene into a picture. The faint light from the top of the tower penetrates the thick stone wall and shines mottledly on the two close friends who were magic giants in the past.
Albus Dumbledore and Gellert·Grindelwald look at each other. They are the story of a century, half a century of unspeakable time, and the air is filled with a complex and unspeakable emotion.
It is a reminiscence of reunion after a long separation, but also has a subtlety of silence.
"Please take a seat."
Gellert·Grindelwald was the first to break the silence. The prison he was in was dark but not damp. Although the beds, tables and chairs were simple, it definitely didn't feel shabby at all.
Years and imprisonment have carved deep marks on this careerist's face, but he is still handsome. His dark robes without any unnecessary decoration and gray hair are obviously carefully taken care of.
"Will you come if you see me?" Dumbledore sat opposite Gellert·Grindelwald. His elegant purple robe also proved that he had washed away the dirt from the war.
"This doesn't need to happen Prophecy, I just need to wait every day... this moment will always come." Gellert·Grindelwald's blue eyes are like gems in the deep sea.
The emotion in his eyes is still as hot as ever. The magic chains on his wrists and ankles symbolize his lost freedom, but they seem unable to completely lock his still boiling heart.
"The man you sent to watch me is dead. Well, maybe you already knew this." Dumbledore didn't say too much.
Maybe he didn't know what to talk about, or maybe he didn't want to face the past between the two of them.
"Someone informed me."
Gellert·Grindelwald nodded, his expression unchanged. He kept staring at the old friend in front of him. Dumbledore was extremely rare and did not dare to look at him.
"You're not surprised?"
Dumbledore did not ask who gave the notice to this place where outsiders are strictly prohibited from entering. He knew very well that what trapped Gellert·Grindelwald was never a heavily guarded cage.
"Ronnie. Erich was willing to die, but there seemed to be a little accident..." Gellert·Grindelwald's blue eyes flickered slightly.
One of the pupils seemed to turn white, but returned to its original state in an instant.
"You want that child Aurora to kill him at some point, right?" Dumbledore had made a guess before he came, but he did not mention this guess to Snape.
"On the contrary."
Gellert·Grindelwald raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and his carefully thought-out response made Dumbledore's eyes narrow, but Dumbledore did not show any surprise.
Perhaps this is the guess that Dumbledore really wants to verify.
"That is Grindelwald Family's last hope, and she is also an outstanding junior with the same talent as you, but you want her to die in the hands of your fanatical Acolytes."
Dumbledore sighed quietly.
Gellert·Grindelwald's face remained the same, "Aurora is a good boy, very obedient, and very excellent, but being excellent is obviously not enough."
"You must have understood some things. Aurora's sacrifice will be meaningful. This is what you taught me, Albus... for that For the Greater Good."
Outside the tower, the wind howled.
The wildness and unruliness of Gellert·Grindelwald have never disappeared.
It even made Dumbledore think that the other party was even crazier.
"I won't let this happen." Dumbledore finally looked at Gellert·Grindelwald. The firmness and inexplicable persistence in his eyes made Gellert·Grindelwald's eyes tremble slightly.
"We all know that it was just an accident back then... This is different." He seemed to be worried about Dumbledore's misunderstanding, so he couldn't help but become a little nervous.
"I understand this very well, otherwise, you wouldn't just be here." Dumbledore's tone was unceremonious, but it actually made Gellert·Grindelwald breathe a sigh of relief.
"Actually, I still can't figure out the elusiveness of fate to this day. I am more in awe of it than before, so I can only tell you one thing."
"Albus, as long as my blood relative dies at a specific moment, a prospect far greater than the interests you and I envision will be presented to all of us wizards."
Gellert·Grindelwald's expression is full of wonder... and enthusiasm.
It was like he was trying to convince his old friend.
However.
"Never!"
Dumbledore only gave a brief but powerful response. Gellert·Grindelwald, who was still a little high-spirited at first, slowly fell silent with the expectation and longing in his body.
He immediately waved his hand with some lack of interest.
"Anyway, you have proven that I may not be right, forget it, and someone stopped me before you did, so I won't think about continuing to push this matter."
Gellert·Grindelwald made a commitment.
"Actually, when I first came here, I thought you would lie to me, just like you did before, telling me that you just planned to let Ronnie. Erich be sacrificed to the curse of Hogwarts."
Dumbledore's eyes have a faint light.
Snape didn't believe what he said.
Not to mention Gellert·Grindelwald.
However.
Gellert·Grindelwald doesn't mind.
"We have all suffered the consequences of betrayal, right, so of course I won't lie to you about this kind of thing." Gellert·Grindelwald smiled charmingly.
He is still as personable as when he was young, and he likes to tease, "In fact, if you can ask me, the curse of your incompetent student will no longer be a problem."
Faced with the hints from Gellert·Grindelwald, Dumbledore shook his head firmly.
"The curse needs to continue to exist, so that person can feel that he is strong enough to have the courage to challenge me and reveal his hidden weaknesses."
Dumbledore's voice was calm and low. It wasn't that he couldn't solve Hogwarts's curse, he just needed to use the curse to achieve some goals he had to achieve.
About this.
Perhaps it is not surprising that there are only Gellert·Grindelwald.
"This is you, Albus. I can see that you have just killed a lot of people, and the hidden side of you has finally come out again."
"As always, full of charm... Can you tell me what changed you?" Gellert·Grindelwald's body lay on the table and leaned forward slightly.
"Can't you see it?"
Dumbledore frowned.
"Not everything, we are just mortals, have you forgotten?" Gellert·Grindelwald's smile remained unchanged, and he did not hide the weakness of his talent.
"I'm not going to let you know. Yes, it's better this way. Maybe you can try to guess. It can be regarded as finding something for you to do to spend your time on weekdays."
Dumbledore's answer made Gellert·Grindelwald's smile freeze for a moment.
His eyes were silent.
But Dumbledore pretended not to see it and started to change the subject, "You said someone stopped you? I thought Ronnie. Erich followed your instructions and died at the hands of the little wizard controlled by Imperius Curse. There was no poison in his body, only alcohol. He drank a lot of high-concentration spirits before his death."
Not just changing the topic, this is actually Dumbledore's doubts.
"Acolytes goes to death and never needs the paralysis of alcohol. It is a glorious mission and a dedication to the future." Gellert·Grindelwald used Acolytes's loyalty to himself to deny Dumbledore's words.
"By the way, Ronnie. Erich never drinks."
His words seemed like a reminder.
Dumbledore, who was just frowning, couldn't comprehend it.
"It seems that Hogwarts's comfortable life has made your brain no longer as useful as mine." Gellert·Grindelwald joked again with a chuckle.
"Tell me the answer." Dumbledore raised his head.
The stunned Gellert·Grindelwald leaned back slightly.
"Ronnie. Erich once sent me a letter. If you can find my reply in his office, you can understand why Ronnie. Erich is celebrating."
One of Gellert·Grindelwald's eyes kept switching between white and blue so frequently that even Dumbledore felt something was wrong.
"Can't you just tell me the content of the reply?" He realized that Gellert·Grindelwald was doing Prophecy, but it seemed that Prophecy was not successful.
At least.
It was not completely successful.
"My reply hasn't been sent yet, you see." Gellert·Grindelwald took out a letter from the side of the table that had not yet been sealed.
Looking at the paper in his hand.
Dumbledore's pupils suddenly contracted several times.
"There are no coincidences in the world, Albus, someone used Imperius Curse to stop Ronnie. Erich's action that has not actually started yet, he can even Use some means to interfere with my ability to continue Prophecy." Gellert·Grindelwald was not panicked or uneasy, and his expression seemed to be filled with excitement.
Hear the words.
Dumbledore's expression became much more solemn. He has been entangled with various Prophecys since he was young. The accumulation of years has allowed him to study this aspect deeply.
"Someone Prophecy controlled the future you were trying to lead and stopped it?" Dumbledore knew the nature of Prophecy very well, so he understood even more how terrible this thing was.
"Someone destroyed my Prophecy and directed the future to the result he wanted - there were two Prophecy ers playing a game in this murder."
"And I'm still the loser. However, it's not like I lost in an unclear way."
Gellert·Grindelwald leaned back on the chair, his tone was low and magnetic, his voice was strong yet relaxed, and even though he was discussing one of his defeats, he still had an elegant demeanor.
"If a paragraph Prophecy happened, it would not be a coincidence. If it did, it would be the answer to the question." The silver-haired old man's words made Dumbledore feel a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.
"Whose coincidence are you talking about?"
He looked up suddenly.
Staring at Gellert·Grindelwald.
"I can't see this clearly. You have already seen my situation. That person is very powerful... No matter who he is, you may need my help."
Gellert·Grindelwald did not respond to Dumbledore's question. Maybe he didn't know. He just whispered in a low voice, and then stretched out his handcuffed hand to Dumbledore.
"Albus, this time, it's still for the future you want to see."
Cold stone wall.
Dark room.
Gellert·Grindelwald once again launched an alliance with his best friend.
Early next morning.
Last night's chaos didn't seem to affect the start of the new day.
Think about it too.
Even if Voldemort is killing people everywhere, Hogwarts will still go to class as usual, as if nothing happened. How can the little Ashwinder lose control and affect its operation.
Early in the morning.
After breakfast, the little wizards gathered on the school's outdoor lawn. The little wizards Ravenclaw will have classes with the little wizards Slytherin, who has never been liked by the other three colleges.
Of course.
Compare to Gryffindor.
The little wizards of Slytherin are a little more friendly to the classmates of Ravenclaw, but they are only a little friendly. It depends on the number of Muggle-born wizard in Ravenclaw this year.
Since it was the first time to play Flying Class, the little wizards were all very excited. They chatted and discussed it in their respective colleges. There was even a little wizard from Slytherin who loudly shouted that his mother worked in the relevant review department and had already reserved for himself the epic Flying Broomstick Nimbus 2000, which will be released next year.
"It is said that it flies faster than light!"
Slytherin is boasting loudly.
Ravenclaw actually had some little wizards showing envious expressions. Ian was thoughtful. He felt that in addition to imparting advanced mathematics knowledge to Bronze Eagle, he also needed to impart some more physics knowledge to Bronze Eagle, so that Ravenclaw's little wizards could achieve comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical beauty.
A wizard with both physical and mental skills is the truly powerful wizard!
"I don't envy them. The broom in my house can become invisible together with the user. Ian. If you are interested, I will bring it to you next year to have a look and touch it."
My good roommate William's family has a long history of family education. It's normal to have some things in the house that ordinary people can't understand. I don't know if anything weird will pop up in the future.
"Didn't you give it to me?" Ian was actually not interested in the invisible broom. He just thought of Limbo, who once said similar words to Lady Ravenclaw.
Maybe if he had not just told little Ravenclaw to take a look, but brought it and touched it, he would have seen with his own eyes that Lady Ravenclaw had repaired Diadem and then asked him to bring Diadem back?
"It's not that I'm reluctant to give it away, Ian, you have to believe me, if I give you the broom at home, how can I use it to do dirty work for you and Mr. Young Grindelwald?"
What a reasonable answer.
Looking at the serious and upright William in front of them, Ian also realized that he did not seem to be suitable to be a flatterer. Some people should eat that bowl of rice from the time they were born.
"I just said he is suitable for Ministry of Magic."
Michael is still sighing next to him.
"Minister for Magic must be him!"
Ian looked around on the lawn and did not see Aurora in the area over Slytherin, but he saw an old bat in black robes walking over in a hurry.
Slytherin's little wizards greeted him, but he just nodded expressionlessly. Without stopping, he walked straight to Ravenclaw and grabbed the back of Ian's neck.
"Uncle Professor Snape! Put me down quickly! I can walk by myself!" Ian was carried in the direction of the castle. He felt that he had lost the majesty that a young professor should have in front of his classmates.
"What kind of ecstasy soup did you pour into Dumbledore?" Snape took Ian to a remote corner, and couldn't help asking Ian the questions that had troubled him all night. There was no way, I really couldn't sleep. Before yesterday, Snape thought he was a radical. Who would have thought that Dumbledore was more radical than him!
"What's wrong?"
Ian asked curiously.
"Dumbledore asked me to give this to you... I really don't know what he was thinking. Although he didn't come back today, he sent Fawkes to keep an eye on me!"
Snape's hair is a little sparse, and it's easy to find the reason.
His expression seemed very reluctant, but he still took out a piece of paper from his arms and smashed it on Ian's chest. Ian quickly hugged the thin paper with a slight smoky smell.
"If you let me catch you and you dare to study Unforgivable Curses in the library, even if Dumbledore comes... I will make you drink the most unpleasant Potions in the world!"
"You will never forget that taste for the rest of your life!" Snape's threat seemed to lack some intensity, but this was probably the most credible threat he could think of that Ian could believe.
"Ah?"
Ian lowered his head and saw the piece of paper, and realized why Snape warned him. It turned out that it was actually an approval slip that allowed Restricted Section to borrow unconditionally from the library.
No restrictions!
"I knew Dumbledore was a generous principal! Sure enough, only a truly powerful wizard can understand that there are only evil wizards and no evil magic in this world!"
Ian was extremely pleasantly surprised.
"????"
Snape is full of question marks.
He really didn't know what to say.
Do I still have to admit that I am the superficial professor?
"Remember my warning!" Snape always felt that there was some little secret between Ian and Dumbledore, and he, as a blood relative, was an outsider between Ian and Dumbledore.
Blood relative?
Snape seemed to have caught some blind spot at this moment.
"Hiss! What are you doing!"
Before Ian could react, seven or eight hairs on the top of his head were pulled out by Snape who had walked away and suddenly came back.
Seeing Snape grabbing his hair and running towards the castle in a hurry, his impatience was very obvious. Ian immediately reacted with wide eyes.
"Evil Snape! He definitely wants to become like me, and then secretly go to the women's restroom to do bad things!"
Ian wants to chase.
But today's Flying Class is ready to start.
William and Michael have come over to urge him under the instructions of Madam Hooch.
[ps: bad rice, diarrhea, diarrhea, tomorrow, 15,000 words]
(End of chapter)