"Headmaster Dumbledore, you really have planned everything out, haven't you? Do I have any other choice now? I've already promised Voldemort a Soul-Regenerating Potion! Do you have one?" Jerry looked at Dumbledore, that old bee, that sly old fox, with a trace of anger in his voice.
Jerry was deeply annoyed by the two old men's scheming. It felt as though they were playing him like a puppet.
But Jerry also knew that Dumbledore's words were not without reason.
The Apostles would never let him go so easily, so even if Dumbledore had said nothing, Jerry would have approached them himself before long.
Aside from that, Jerry had another important reason for approaching the Apostles: he wanted to use their power to escape Dumbledore's surveillance.
Jerry felt like a prisoner under constant surveillance, controlled by others at every moment. He hated that feeling. He wanted freedom. He wanted to control his own destiny.
Whatever Dumbledore's reasons might be, Jerry still could not accept being watched like this.
Dumbledore noticed Jerry's anger as well and said, "Of course you have a choice, Jerry. If you refuse, I'll contact Gellert right now and find a way to deal with Voldemort!"
"Hmph!" At Dumbledore's words, Jerry gave a cold snort, turned, and left the Headmaster's Office.
After Jerry left, Gellert Grindelwald appeared and said to Dumbledore, "Albus, Jerry seems rather unhappy with your plan!"
"But there is no one in this world better suited to it than he is, is there?"
Hearing Dumbledore's words, Gellert sighed and said, "Indeed."
"Gellert, what worries me most now is this: what if Jerry really joins the Apostles? You and I promised him we wouldn't interfere or stop him!" Deep concern filled Dumbledore's voice.
"Don't worry, Albus. The future tells me that Jerry will still be the