Dumbledore and Grindelwald's Plans

Riddle stared blankly at the wand pressed against his neck, his expression utterly dazed.

"Is the gap between us really that big?" He paused for a moment, then asked. "I don't understand. We're only a year apart, so why have you created such a huge gap between us?"

Xiwen paused for a moment, then said something that left Riddle completely baffled.

"Actually, the difference between us might not just be a year," he said.

Riddle didn't understand, but he was too lazy to dwell on Xiwen's meaning. He simply forced a smile and asked in a low voice, "So you'll kill me, Rozier?"

His question startled Xiwen for a moment, leaving him unsure how to respond.

"Rozier, don't tell me you haven't killed anyone yet?" Riddle asked, looking at Xiwen's expression with surprise. "And don't even mention ridiculous things like sending me to Azkaban. I'll look down on you."

"Do you look down on Azkaban?" Xiwen asked, frowning.

"Those foolish Dementor have no effect on me whatsoever. I could escape Azkaban in no time," Riddle said dismissively. "When it comes to the power of darkness, I've never been afraid of anything."

"Riddle, since the arrival of Death, Azkaban is no longer guarded by Dementor," Xiwen said solemnly. "There are certainly enough Aurors to keep this prison well-guarded."

"I see, you still want to send me to Azkaban." Riddle chuckled and shook his head, saying to Xiwen. "Just like Dumbledore, completely inflexible, only wasting Aurors resources and adding to the dangerous situation in the Wizarding World!"

"Don't confuse things, Riddle," Xiwen said, his tone hardening. "The existence of dangerous individuals like you is the greatest burden on the Wizarding World!"

Upon hearing Xiwen's words, Riddle, completely disregarding the fact that he was still being pointed at by the wand, suddenly burst into laughter.

"I know, of course I know, only you so-called 'good people' won't cause trouble for society!" he laughed maniacally. "In that case, what if I say I don't want to go to Azkaban?"

In that instant, endless black mist suddenly surged from his body, enveloping him into a sphere resembling a silkworm cocoon.

Xiwen's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his wand, casting a Stunning Spell at the black mist.

However, the pale purple spell seemed to pass right through a mist, piercing straight through Riddle's body and knocking a cloud of dust off the wall behind him.

Riddle's body seemed to have left this space!

"Riddle, you actually sided with Death?!" Xiwen asked coldly.

"I told you, my name is Voldemort," Riddle's voice slowly echoed from the black mist. "Didn't you already know from my name that I wanted to Flight from Death? So what's so strange about me embracing death?"

"Voldemort, don't you remember what I told you?" Xiwen shouted into the thick black fog. "Death isn't so kind; the eternal life he grants is only a false one!"

"If you let him completely possess your body and soul, your future will be intertwined with Death, or perhaps not even intertwined, but merely a little devil struggling on his cloak. Do you really think that can be considered immortality?!"

The black mist accumulated more and more, almost filling the entire secret Chamber of Secrets and enveloping Xiwen's body. He could only use the Light of Nirvalon to protect a small patch of light around him.

"Don't worry, Rozier," Riddle's voice came from all directions. "I will not become one of those lowly brats. I will turn the tables and restrain you Death who fear you like venom. Then I will be the Chosen One of the entire Wizarding World!"

"You're dreaming, Voldemort!" Xiwen shouted urgently. "Stop right now! If you stop activating the Death's Mark now, you still have a chance to return to being a normal wizard!"

"No need. I've long since grown tired of being a so-called 'normal' wizard..."

As Riddle finished speaking, the black mist that filled the entire secret Chamber of Secrets suddenly vanished, and Riddle's figure disappeared without a trace.

In Salazar Chamber of Secrets, only Xiwen remained, standing there somewhat dazed.

There is also a huge, ancient statue that stands quietly, and it has stood there for a thousand years...

In the silence, a ball of golden-red flame suddenly burst into flame in the Chamber of Secrets.

After the firelight faded, Dumbledore appeared in the Chamber of Secrets. Fawkes stood on one leg on his shoulder, his feathers still faintly glowing with the firelight, illuminating Dumbledore's somewhat wrinkled profile.

"You're not lying to me, are you, Dumbledore? Can he really break free from the control of the Death's Mark?" Xiwen's gaze remained fixed as he asked, his voice trembling.

"Of course, this is not just my judgment, but also the future that Gellert sees," Dumbledore said softly, taking a few steps forward.

Xiwen then turned his head in surprise and looked at the great wizard whose reddish-brown hair was mixed with a few white hairs.

"It seems you and Grindelwald have reached an agreement?" he asked.

"Death is too powerful; we have no other choice." Dumbledore chuckled and shook his head, saying to Xiwen, "We do share a common goal: to eliminate the threat of Death."

He seemed surprised to have uttered the words Grindelwald had spoken to him on the roof of the Warsaw Royal Castle, and couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

"Actually, it's not us who have no other choice, but Grindelwald," Xiwen said with a relieved smile. "Now that he's at a disadvantage in terms of top-tier combat power, the best course of action for him is to seek cooperation with us."

"I must admit, not only did Gellert not expect this, but I also never imagined that you and Miss Goshawk could grow to this level in such a short time." Dumbledore shook his head slightly and chuckled. "Oh, I almost forgot, you had another twenty years to lay the foundation for the world's growth. The real genius is only Miss Goshawk."

Xiwen chuckled and shook his head, saying, "Actually, I never expected that our greatest enemy wouldn't be the infamous dark wizard Grindelwald, but rather a Demon God from another world that we never anticipated."

"Yes, who could have imagined it?" Dumbledore smiled wryly and sighed.

Then, his expression gradually turned serious. He looked deeply into Xiwen's clear eyes and solemnly said, "Whether we can win this battle depends entirely on you, Xiwen!"