Chapter 849
In the top Wizarding League, Puddlemere United won its first three consecutive championships and became the first team in history. Seeker Draco Malfoy became the most valuable player.
The headmaster of Hogwarts changes, Professor McGonagall succeeds the legendary headmaster Slughorn as the new headmaster, and Neville Longbottom becomes the headmaster of Gryffindor.
Percy Weasley's first child, the elder brother of four children, the little wizard who will start school next year looked up at the tower that was emitting light.
Little Weasley asked his father.
"what is that?"
"That's right..." Hearing this, Percy with a beard looked up at the tower.
"my friend."
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Magic Tower.
There was a sound like jelly breaking.
The wand and ring lying quietly on the ground were picked up by one hand.
A familiar voice sounded, whispering to the sleeping king:
"Bye, John."
…
"The ending of scattering flowers, the loneliness of the Witch King, the regret of the Witch King, and the attachment of the Witch King.
What John loves is to turn back time and return to the self that did not become the king.
In that equally mysterious and unknown world, once again, let the glory and glory fall on the world.
"I Swing the Magic Wand in Marvel"
ps: This is my level of naming. "
Chapter 857 The shadow under the tower, the isolated island in the sea
That was a year after the second sun came out.
The impact of that duel, which symbolized the peak of wizards, has gradually faded away.
The destroyed island drifted alone on the ocean.
Nurmengard collapsed because a flower began to grow again.
Losing its restraints, the sun shines on half of the tower.
The red-haired man wore thin white clothes and came to the shore holding a homemade fishing rod.
The fish jumped out of the sea and connected to the hook.
This may be a truly relaxing life.
Dumbledore bakes food in the eternal flame left on the island.
Use magic to create a clear spring for yourself to drink.
The new-born rose has become delicate and beautiful.
He occasionally thought about Hogwarts.
That was the place he couldn't let go the most.
He spent almost his entire life at Hogwarts.
From school to being a professor after graduation, and later becoming a dean and principal.
Dumbledore met many people.
Some become the mainstay of the magical world like Minerva, and some turn evil like Tom.
Anyway, those were his former students.
He has always believed that he can treat those students with a selfless and tolerant heart.
Until the first time, he was kicked out of that position.
Only then did he realize that he was not selfless.
The student wearing a silver mask stood in front of him. He knew what the other person looked like under the mask, but he also felt the disappointment behind the student's mask.
At that time, the always wise old man was confused.
The failure of Voldemort's education made him subconsciously fearful of the equally outstanding Slytherin.
Yes, he is biased.
The student told himself clearly that he was partial.
Dumbledore wanted to explain, but he couldn't.
He was afraid not only of Slytherin's ambition, but also of the people he had met.
One changes his youth, one changes his old age, and the other changes everything about himself.
"Love is great." Dumbledore looked at the rose.
The sun was just right in the morning and the sea breeze was slightly salty.
The rose was a delicate color, the red color of the Dumbledore family that he had loved when he was young.
"Love is restraint." His fingers gently landed on the petals.
That extraordinarily beautiful rose is covered with sharp thorns.
Blindly crazy love will prick your fingers.
Only gentle and ambiguous caressing can satisfy it and yourself.
The ring lying in the stamen of the flower tempts everyone to wear it.
"I know you, you want me to do whatever it takes," Dumbledore said. There was no greed in Dumbledore's eyes, only those clear eyes.
He understood the meaning of this ring.
That is greed, madness, and power.
So Dumbledore never touched him. He was an exiled wizard and a witness to the throne.
He could always feel that the child had a little respect for him.
Just like himself who should have been killed, he survived because of the child's soft heart.
"It's not me you want to destroy, but the me in your heart, right?"
Dumbledore's eyes were filled with sadness.
That kid is so tired.
Maybe when I thought I was being treated fairly, that child began to be burdened with a lot.
It was my fault, and it had been wrong since the first grade.
It is the tiredness and responsibility of creating that child by myself.
The changed person is not the child.
Be yourself.
"You are such a fool, Albus."
Dumbledore was filled with sadness.
Fire streaked across the sky.
It's the phoenix flying.
Seeds are scattered from the sky, dropping life on this barren island.
This place is full of loneliness.
But Dumbledore was so happy that he prayed every day.
Pray for the Witch King.
My past mistakes have brought harm to the magical world three times.
The phoenix alights and sings for its master.
This was probably one of Dumbledore's few pastimes.
This was punishment, and even Dumbledore didn't know how long he would be here before dying.
Perhaps it would be kind to let himself die in front of Grindelwald.
In the face of death, he was as noble as a martyr.
Now, after escaping from death, he was thinking about the cruelty of another death.
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Beneath the brightest tower.
Every noon, a different scenery occasionally appears in the shadow of the pointer-like tower.
It was black, but there was white.
There will be no hunger here, and there will be no dust.
Some are just loneliness and unchangedness that can never be touched.
In the shadow under the tower, the lonely man has no hope.
Like the sleeping king, he has no end in sight.
It is clear that what I am thinking of is on the other side, but I cannot see it.
He once had a dream in which a phoenix appeared in the shadows, bringing not only faith but also people with thoughts.
So Grindelwald waited countless times for the phoenix's fire to appear in this dark place.
But he couldn't wait.
This was the punishment given to him by the Witch King.
Isolate everything.
He could only wander between expectation and disappointment over and over again.
He is not a Slytherin, but he has the paranoia of a Slytherin.
He once thought the world was sick.
So he performed surgery on the world himself.
Now he thinks he is sick.
In the long loneliness, he couldn't feel the flow of time.
He longed for death and was afraid of death.
A year ago, he had a smile on his face.
He felt like he had won.
The light that penetrates the shadows is as bright and warm as the sun.
He was careful not to touch it.
His pale skin seemed to become fragile, and that little bit of light could burn him.
After the light passed, there was still endless loneliness.
Grindelwald sat on that throne.
Such as the lonely throne he once personally made for the Witch King.
Sitting on it, he muttered to himself in a low voice, "It's not that bad, is it?"
He was once imprisoned in a high tower.
What was the difference between him then and now?
