In the Helga Secret Realm.
Dumbledore looked aged, leaning back and dozing on a stone by the water pool, the fishing rod in his hand twitching listlessly now and then.
Even though a fish bit, he still peacefully gave off light snores.
"Splash."
Suddenly, the pool water ahead burst open, and a Basilisk wearing oversized sunglasses darted out from the water.
Tied to the ferocious triangular snake head was a waterproof and windproof chair, and an equally aged Grindelwald sat upon it.
Dumbledore was woken up, shook the water off himself, and complained discontentedly.
"Gell, you're nearly old to death, why are you still so restless? You know there's no magic now, and clothes are very hard to wash once they get dirty."
Grindelwald on the snake head was unconcerned.
"It doesn't matter, I'll wash them for you. Washing your clothes and smelling the body scent on them is a pleasure, not tiring at all."
Both old men were already very old, the teeth in their mouths nearly all fallen out, and their speech leaked air slightly. The lamps going out and people dying was right before their eyes.
Yet the two of them had been together harmoniously, arguing and making a fuss for over a decade, feeling no fear of death.
Dumbledore could do nothing with him, and instead said to the Basilisk.
"Tina, aren't you looking for a place to shed your skin? Why are you messing around with Gell too? If he keeps acting up, he'll kick the bucket and close the coffin lid."
The Basilisk hissed a few times.
The one snake and two men had lived together in the secret realm for over ten years, and they had grown able to understand each other's languages.
Dumbledore knitted his brows.
"Grand Speaker Granger had you tell