In the cramped castle tower, morning light spilled through the window onto the floor. The time zone here was six hours ahead of the United States. At Ilvermorny, Snape was covering for him, pretending that the two of them had already gone to rest, while Su Ming himself had come to find Grindelwald.
To make Ilvermorny willing to bring out the Serpent Tree grown from Slytherin's Wand, he still had to rely on the original Dark Lord, a man who could make American children stop crying at night.
If this man still had the temperament of his younger days, Su Ming might not have been confident that he could persuade him.
But he was old now. Imprisoned here for decades, loneliness had become his greatest weakness.
He no longer thought about ruling the world. Most of the time, he thought of Dumbledore instead, recalling the happiest period of their lives together.
Now Deathstroke had appeared and offered the possibility of returning the most precious thing to him. How could he not be tempted?
What one had never possessed was not precious. What was precious was what one had once had.
For Grindelwald, that was the love the world had cut short.
After Su Ming assured him that his plan was not blood-and-flesh magic, Grindelwald stared fixedly at his face. One blue and one yellow, his mismatched eyes gleamed in the shadows away from the light.
He had met countless people, and he could tell that this stranger was not joking.
If Ariana could truly be resurrected, then one of the mountains separating him from his beloved would naturally be gone. It was not enough, but it could indeed serve as a good beginning.
"Dumbledore has been planning to kill himself lately." The Stranger revealed a shocking piece of news. As