The Helga Secret Realm.
At the edge of the forest and grasslands, a stream flowed past a small log-built courtyard beside a little bridge.
Rose beds that bloomed all year round surrounded the courtyard, filling the air with fragrance.
A cobblestone path led from the courtyard to the stream, ending at a cluster of stones of various sizes half-submerged in the water.
Beneath the sunshine and white clouds.
Grindelwald and Dumbledore, the two old men, sat together on a large rock, dressed in casual, trendy beachwear.
They rested their lower legs comfortably in the stream, letting schools of little fish nibble the dead skin off their soles.
Dumbledore reached into a tray resting on the rock, grabbed a handful of milk candies, and ate them. Only after enjoying the breeze for a while did he offer a reminder.
"It's getting late. Shouldn't we be going?"
Grindelwald was eyeing the sheep grazing on the nearby grassland and the fish swimming in the water.
"What's the rush? I don't even like watching Quidditch. I'm wondering whether we should have roast leg of lamb or fish tonight.
"If we have lamb chops, the wool we shear off will be just enough to knit us a pair of socks."
"But I'm afraid we won't be coming back tonight. The two of us still have one last fight to put on as his pawns."
Grindelwald remained adamant.
"How can we have the strength to fight on empty stomachs? Then let's take that curved-horn sheep with us. I'll roast it for you later."
Dumbledore chuckled.
"Let's spare that sheep."
Just then, an emerald-green serpent slithered out of the forest. It was Tina, the basilisk.
A rather fashionable pair of diamond-shaped sunglasses rested over her brass-yellow eyes. Shawn had given them to Tina for her thousandth birthday.