Chapter 1117: Pull cart

Seeing the old wizard whose teeth had been completely filled, the light of the magic lamp was beating on Grindelwald's sparse but meticulously brushed white hair. From Dumbledore's perspective, it made the eyes. The wizard became younger, making him a little dizzy.

Grindelwald leaned slightly, stretched out an arm slowly and gracefully, and raised his hand with his palms up. Grindelwald's eyes looked down at Dumbledore as if he didn't need to blink at all.

Dumbledore raised his left hand and rubbed his nose and sighed, then handed it to Grindelwald's palm-but unexpectedly, Grindelwald did not take his hand but drew away quickly, and quickly He grabbed Dumbledore's right hand holding the wand, and then pulled it hard, staggering Dumbledore, pulling it closer to himself.

Dumbledore's silver-white, waist-length hair dangled in front of him, and he stood in a daze. The blue eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses looked at each other's eyes intently. The pale and old cheeks were now flushed. Grindelwald held Dumbledore’s wrist forcefully, pulled the white wizard’s healed right hand to the end of his nose, sniffed Dumbledore’s right hand vigorously, and from beginning to end, his eyes were Without leaving Dumbledore, this made the old man's complexion more ruddy.

"Sorbus tree...Wizards who hold a wand made of this wood often have a clear mind and a pure heart. The rowan wand can also play the defensive spell to the best extent, so it protects the owner. With great talent, other wands are inferior." Grindelwald's hand holding Dumbledore's wrist loosened. "If you remember correctly, your new wand is the same as your old wand?"

Dumbledore's face was hot for a while, and he realized that he had misunderstood. The other party was just recognizing his new wand.

"The holder of the elderberry wand always seems to have a strong sense of identification with the wizard selected by the rowan wand." Grindelwald's right eye with only a strange gray-white pupil blinked slightly, revealing a charming Smiled, "As the former owner of the old magic wand... I quite agree with this view, what do you think, Albus?"

"If it has been spread for a long time, it usually makes sense..." Dumbledore turned around a little annoyed not to let the other person look at his expression, pretending to be calm, sat down on the chair facing the TV and grabbed Fox's beak. A popcorn that I had just picked up, he threw it into his mouth and said vaguely, "I have also used an elderberry wand."

"In addition, I didn't know that you changed the soap... Cedar fused with citrus flavor... Sister Ogilvy soap..." Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth reappeared with a smirk. He leaned forward slightly, his nose seemed to be sharp. And Dumbledore's crooked nose came together, "I haven't smelled it in a few years."

"Grigovich asked me to wash my hands before making me the selection material for the wand." Dumbledore frowned suddenly after he answered, "hasn't smelled it in a few years? Who else have you smelled?"

"Why? I'm jealous?" Grindelwald teased deliberately. He took out a 2.5-liter bottle of Coke from the cabinet and poured a glass of Dumbledore. "I recently provided me with this Muggle drink inexplicably. , But the taste should at least suit you better than beer and sauerkraut juice..."

"Gellert, I noticed that your newly made prison clothes seem to be a size bigger than last time... it fits well." Dumbledore winked at Grindelwald playfully, and finally appeared to be back to normal a little longer. Devo's emotional provocative influence, he replied unconvincingly.

Later, using his fingers to cast the iced Coke made Dumbledore’s expression more relaxed. He leaned back on the chair more and more freely, and soon the popcorn bucket reached the bottom. After a few more times, it was caused by the carbon dioxide in the drink. After his burp was unscrupulously vented, Dumbledore seemed a lot easier than he was with Grigovich before.

"Then, Albus... Recently what has happened makes you very worried, and everyone else will only ask you for help to clarify your confusion... Grindelwald's right eye pupil shrank a bit, and the repaired beard on the top of his lips also rose. Said Young, "A lot has happened at Hogwarts... Do you want to know what Alan Harris wants to do? "

"Gedler, don't use your ability to look at me." Dumbledore habitually faced each other with his fingers and fingers, and his blue eyes flicked across Grindelwald. "Harris reminds me of you a lot...so I I really want to hear your opinion. If you were him, what would be the purpose of doing these things?"

"Where do you think we look like?" The skin exposed under Grindelwald's neck showed an unnatural white color. He raised his chin, raised his brows and asked deliberately, "Skin? Hair color? Gender? ?"

"Stop kidding..." Although Dumbledore said so, he looked at Grindelwald from above the half-moon glasses and smiled, with a slightly cheerful voice. "You really look alike, don't you? Both like to explore. Ancient magic, and they are all good at speech, good at grasping the hearts of others, seeing through their nature... can easily stir up other people's emotions, and can make good use of..."

"Then it should be that the three of us are quite alike..." Grindelwald said with a smile on his face, then put a smile away and said with a serious face, "But we are always just like'like', essentially different individuals. So the things you want are different."

Dumbledore nodded in agreement and asked, "Then what do you think he wants?"

"Albus, what did we ever want to do?" Grindelwald did not answer directly.

"In order to break the "International Secrecy Act" and realize the rule of wizards over mortals... Gedler, I changed later, so we had a lot of disputes... You mean Ellen, too?" Dumbledore's white beard shook his chest. Akira, his expression didn't seem surprising.

“It’s a practice for Harris TV to broadcast those Muggle-related programs and the illusion I created at the rally; the United Kingdom previously issued warnings to various countries to comply with secrecy laws, and then forced the African president to compromise..." Grindel Wo leaned towards Dumbledore and approached Dumbledore. His words revealed some of his youthful "wildness", "I don't have his patience, but I have to say that many countries are now covered by unsustainable secrecy laws. It’s been a lot of trouble, isn’t it? Unfortunately, I didn’t have advanced magic equipment like a TV back then..."

"Fortunately not!" Dumbledore glared at his boyfriend in disapproval, drank a large sip of Coke and hiccuped with soda, "but I did consider this possibility... but today this floating city, don't you think you think Do you want wizards to stay away from Muggles? Form a more closed wizard world?

"That's why I said that the three of us are essentially different individuals, and we want different things..." Grindelwald shook his head, "Albus, you have noticed it yourself. In fact, you don't want to believe it is because of Harris. As the sun is rising, but you are like the sunset. You can’t control the opponent or defeat him... I can understand that you are too tired and you are too tired and unable to have greater disputes with him... Anyway, you think he treats Muggles. The attitude is much better than me? Anyway, he won't squeeze the value of Muggles like me? But you are wrong, Albus. In my opinion, the breaking of the Confidentiality Act is only a small part of his thoughts... What you want to do may be more troublesome than you think..."

"Oh?" Dumbledore finally raised an eyebrow and was a little surprised. "My worst plan is that although the Ministry of Magic is controlled by Harris, the affairs of Scrimgeour and the goblin made him aware of the constraints... Out of such a floating city of his own... My worst plan is that he wants Hogwarts to separate from the nominal control of the British Ministry of Magic... But Gellert, your worries seem to be more than this?"

"Who do you think the old magic wand is most likely to be in?" Grindelwald continued to answer with rhetorical questions.

Dumbledore nodded and shook his head again: "Do you think it is him too?... Maybe Tom will go astray, but we are not overly dependent on this foreign object..."

"Albus, don't forget, this little boy is pulling a big car behind..." Grindelwald reminded in a serious tone, "There is a goddess behind him, she is declaring that she is fighting against a **** of death... "

With that, Grindelwald waved his fingers in the air.

"Old wand." Grindelwald drew a vertical line in the air; "Resurrection Stone." He added a circle on the vertical line; "Invisibility Cloak" he drew a triangle outside the vertical line and the circle.

"In the legend, the person who owns all the Deathly Hallows is the owner of Death..." Dumbledore stared at the Deathly Hallows symbol floating in the air. "If they really do it for this noble purpose... I have no opinion on this. …Although I personally wonder whether the **** of death really exists or not...In fact, I think that Ms. Ravenclaw may only have powers that ordinary wizards don’t know..."

"I met you when I was young and invited you to find the Deathly Hallows with me... Where do you think I learned about the Deathly Hallows and use him as my personal mark?" Grindelwald threw it over again. A rhetorical question, without waiting for Dumbledore to answer, he pointed to the mark in the sky, "The one who induced me to know the mark and start looking for them is also the owner of our Eris Mirror, the goddess of doom Eris..." Grindelwald Let his face get closer to Dumbledore’s face, "And the Deathly Hallows necklace on the boy’s chest is not because his grandfather admires me... I can tell, it’s not my mark... because I didn’t finish me. The promise that you were locked up here before collecting the three sacred artifacts, so I taught the boy a few hands as compensation to the goddess behind him..." Grindelwald breathed into Dumbledore’s face. "But recently, I found out because of this...well, I guessed that this goddess seems to have another identity-Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of your former working school."

Dumbledore was shocked by the hidden information in his boyfriend's words. He felt that things exceeded all the possibilities he could think of before~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It was like a big net behind it was manipulating it like a chess piece. Originally, Dumbledore thought it was a general chess player.

"That Harris boy has gone much farther than I am... Albus, maybe you should watch his eyes more. You are very dissatisfied with me not taking Muggles seriously... But in his bones, even if he did this Good things to the wizards...but maybe you don’t take the wizards seriously..." Grindelwald said with satisfaction, seeing Dumbledore’s expression reacting, he began to retract the sofa and gave himself a sip Soda, "So you think you are relaxed? Think you can relax? Your career as a white wizard is just on the road... But don't expect me to help you deal with my successor... I just want more Remind you to pay attention to the real struggle between the "gods"... By the way, if I guess it's correct, the Potter's undead boy... the authentic invisible cloak handed down by Peverier Lost it a long time ago?"

"I didn't lose it... It's fine in Harina."

"Huh?"

"But Gedler, you are right. Although this kind of struggle between the gods is incomprehensible to mortals, it is not good for mortals besides danger..."

(End of this chapter)

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