Fear?

A moment later, Will left the Headmaster's Office.

For Dumbledore, Will was out of the game at this point—yes, out of the game.

From now on, Will will no longer have to put himself in danger.

Will's mission has been largely completed, and there won't be any more missions afterward. At most, Will to go to the Werewolf Mutual Aid Association to help the Werewolf.

Of course, we also need to keep an eye on Will and not let him get too engrossed in researching various dangerous Magic —yes, that's also a top priority.

Finally, after Will risked so much to do, it wouldn't be right to have Will handle the dangerous final showdown with Voldemort.

After resolving Harry's problems, he planned to work with Gellert and Scrimgeour to finally get rid of Tom.

In the Office, Dumbledore and Snape remained silent, the atmosphere in the room as still as a stagnant pool— Dumbledore understood that Snape was harboring resentment towards him because of Harry.

It wasn't until someone entered that the stagnant water finally began to stir.

Not long after Will left, another "Dumbledore" entered the Headmaster's Office; this was Frank Longbottom in disguise Dumbledore.

"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore, Professor Snape."

Snape looked at the two old faces of Dumbledore and felt a little uncomfortable.

"Frank," Dumbledore, looking at the face that was exactly like his own, "I'll be staying for a few days, and then I'll need you again."

"Don't worry, Professor Dumbledore," Frank said, "I'm quite used to playing you, and I'm confident that as long as there's no fighting, there shouldn't be any problems."

You don't need to worry about anything being exposed.

"I'm not worried about being exposed," Dumbledore explained, "It's just that you'll need to change your strategy later."

I need you to act like you're in great pain, like you're seriously ill or under Curse.

You need to convey the message that ' Dumbledore's health is deteriorating' to the Wizarding World.

"Huh?" Frank didn't know why he was behaving this way—he didn't know that Snape was an undercover agent.

"This is part of my plan," Dumbledore, "And a very important one at that. I'm entrusting this to you, Frank."

"I will absolutely not let Professor Dumbledore down!" Frank shouted immediately.

However, the fact that he had Dumbledore's face made it difficult for Snape to keep his composure.

He grabbed a lock of long silver hair from the table. "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. I still need to brew Polyjuice Potion for Frank."

That's Dumbledore's hair.

Late into the night, Dumbledore was still in the Headmaster's Office, talking to the Sorting Hat on the table.

The conversation between the man and the hat didn't seem to be going particularly well, with Dumbledore.

The Sorting Hat clearly disagreed with Dumbledore's approach of having Harry gamble his life against Voldemort.

After all, Harry really did grow up under the Sorting Hat's watchful eye. Although the Sorting Hat wasn't human, it had no shortage of emotions, and it couldn't bear to watch Harry "voluntarily sacrifice" himself.

Although Harry might survive, the Sorting Hat was reluctant to cooperate with Dumbledore — Dumbledore wanted the Sorting Hat to use the identity of "Strange" to support his plans.

Finally, Dumbledore sighed, feeling both relieved and melancholy.

After a moment's thought, his figure vanished from the spot...

A cold wind howled, and the black Tower standing on the mountainside appeared even more sinister in the night.

However, the warm light shining from the top-floor window was incredibly eye-catching in the dark, cold night.

"Al, it's the middle of the night," Grindelwald yawned, wrapped in a blanket. "I need to rest."

Indeed, Dumbledore arrived in Nurmengard in the middle of the night.

"Gellert," Dumbledore, leaning back in his chaise lounge, "I have some questions."

"About Will?"

"About Harry."

Dumbledore pursed his lips—his old friend was taking Will a little too seriously.

"That little the Chosen One, what happened to him?" Grindelwald asked, puzzled. "How did his problem come to me? I've never even met him."

Dumbledore laid out his plan in its entirety. "It's like this..."

A moment later.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore: "Al, speaking of which, you really haven't completely changed. You're still so similar to how you were back then."

"Gellert, I didn't come here to hear your sarcastic remarks," Dumbledore shook his head, "What I was saying just now..."

Grindelwald shook his head. "You want Harry Potter to have a spirit of fearlessness, to dare to face Voldemort, and to dare to gamble with his own life."

But what you're doing is somewhat against human nature, Al; he's still just a child.

Dumbledore sighed— the Sorting Hat had said something similar, and he knew it all too well, but there really wasn't enough time.

Dumbledore didn't think anyone's understanding of Soul Studies could improve to the point of perfectly solving Harry's problem within the next six months, after all, Harry becoming Horcrux was an accident in itself.

Moreover, even if someone's Soul Studies reaches that level, Harry could still be injured or killed during the process of clearing away Voldemort's soul fragments.

Taking everything into account, sending Harry to risk his life would have a relatively high survival rate.

"But Al, haven't you really thought about how a person can overcome the fear of death?" Grindelwald then posed another question.

Dumbledore silent, deep in thought.

Grindelwald didn't keep him in suspense. "Give him a new fear, and when his new source of fear outweighs his fear of death, then..."

Dumbledore understood what Grindelwald meant—in fact, he had always understood, but hadn't thought about it much.

Snape is a good example of this; his concern for Lily far outweighed his concern for his own life or death.

Hagrid felt the same way—between death and Dumbledore's distrust, he feared more being distrusted and Dumbledore Dumbledore.

Compared to Dumbledore, Grindelwald clearly had a better grasp of human nature; otherwise, he would have had difficulty gathering such a large following of Saints.

Dumbledore nodded slowly—So, what exactly is Harry afraid of now?

What would he be willing to stand up for and risk his life to stop Voldemort?

Countless images flashed through Dumbledore's mind...