Chapter 177 A conversation spanning half a century
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Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
University of Vienna, Austria.
An old man walked slowly on campus.
Even during the holidays, there are still students coming and going here, some staying in school to study and do research, and some just coming here for fun.
There are also many young professors, talking and moving forward with students, colleagues or partners, either with smiles on their faces or in serious tones.
It's just that there aren't many people who are as lonely as the elderly.
It can even be said that he is the only one.
The morning sun gradually becomes hotter, and the summer sun begins to show its power.
The old man was in a daze. If the Muggles hadn't noticed him, they would have stepped forward to care about his health.
But apparently his problem was not physical.
Grindelwald had already received Turville's letter and knew that Dumbledore would be coming.
It was only yesterday, after Tweel came to his door in person and told him the news about Dumbledore, that he realized that he was not prepared at all.
He had no idea what attitude to use to face Dumbledore.
resentment?
It should be like this.
If Dumbledore could always be on his side and the two of them join forces, the wizarding world and even the Muggles would have been under their rule.
As a result, Dumbledore not only refused to support it, but even joined forces with outsiders to destroy the career he had carefully built.
As a result, he was wasted in Nurmengard for 50 years, and his strength has not yet recovered.
Logically speaking, he should be resentful, but after thinking about it for a long time, he found that he no longer had this emotion in his heart since he came out of Nurmengard.
Has time dissipated these?
He doesn't understand...
For the first time, Grindelwald discovered that he, the master of playing with people's hearts, had not even seen through his own heart.
"Long time no see, Grindelwald."
At some point, an old man with the same gray hair suddenly appeared next to him, walking slowly with him, exactly like the other old people on campus.
Albus Dumbledore.
He will never forget this name for the rest of his life, even if they haven't seen each other for 50 years, even if their appearance now is completely different from before.
This is Albus Dumbledore.
To be honest, he was not surprised by Dumbledore's sudden appearance. He knew better than anyone else that Dumbledore could always display incredible abilities and mind.
He is exactly the same as before, never changed.
But it was at the moment when he saw Dumbledore that his mind, which was originally full of thoughts, suddenly became quiet.
"When did you come here?" he asked with a smile, his tone as calm as if he were talking to an old friend.
Dumbledore only dared to stare straight ahead, but his face remained calm, as if he was the one who lost 50 years ago.
"Just now."
He pointed to the teaching building inside.
"Tver talked a lot about the University of Vienna. Considering that the appointed time has not arrived yet, I came here to take a look."
"I didn't expect to meet you by chance."
Grindelwald chuckled.
How could Dumbledore just come here to hang out? He might have discovered him a long time ago and came here specifically.
Don't doubt it, he has such ability.
However, Grindelwald did not expose it. Instead, he followed the instructions and looked at the teaching building that he had seen countless times.
"Yes, Tver always has different opinions."
"He didn't cause you any trouble at Hogwarts, did he?"
Dumbledore's heart suddenly relaxed.
"There are too many troubles. In the first year, you dare to plot against Voldemort, or even me."
"Of course, it's not incomprehensible for the Philosopher's Stone."
"But in the second year, he dared to let the basilisk cause harm in the castle, and even established a relationship with the Death Eaters."
"If no students were harmed by this, I would have put him in Azkaban."
He said he was angry, but he had a smile on his face, as if he was discussing a naughty child.
Grindelwald understood Dumbledore's mentality towards Tver all too well. He shook his head in amusement, as if he had witnessed Tver's actions with his own eyes.
"He does have a lot of little thoughts, and sometimes I have a headache."
"When we were in Nurmengard, he was thinking of turning it into an amusement park and asking me to be the director to collect money."
"What's more, 'You don't want to go out anyway, so why don't you take advantage of this? You'll definitely be the most dedicated employee in this place.'"
He imitated Turville's tone, which made Dumbledore clap his hands and laugh, almost unable to maintain the magic of cover.
"I didn't expect him to have such an interesting side," Dumbledore wiped the tears from his eyes, "Haha, how did you endure it?"
Grindelwald shook his head quickly and sighed helplessly.
"How could I possibly endure it? If he hadn't shamelessly asked me to help him, I wouldn't have regarded him as a student."
"Oh, would you mind telling me a story about you and him? It must not be easy for a child like him," Dumbledore paused, "right?"
Grindelwald's smile suddenly faded, and he recalled the past with some distress in his eyes.
"I still remember it was winter, the weather was very cold and it was drizzling."
"I got up earlier that day, and luckily I got up early, so I felt my magic being touched."
"Please forgive me, Nurmengard's defense is really lagging behind, especially for wizards like you and me. For the sake of safety, I have to use some protective measures."
Dumbledore nodded in understanding. He had seen it with his own eyes. Without extra protection, a dark wizard with evil intentions might have broken in.
Speaking of which, this was still his dereliction of duty.
Grindelwald ignored his momentary appearance of guilt and still had a look of reminiscence.
"Following the trail, I felt a little child break in."
"That was Tver. He was just in the first grade and was still very thin. He came here during the Christmas vacation."
"My magic skills are also very extreme. I can hardly cast spells. I only use slow curses, but I can remove my protective magic one by one."
"It's just that before I finished untying it, I fainted and fell to the ground because of hunger and cold."
"But, Dumbledore, if someone had told me before that that an 11-year-old child could remove my protective magic, I would never have believed it."
"Even when we were 11 years old, we couldn't do it, even if he used a lot of tricks."
"Until I met Tver, the little kid who fainted in front of me."
"So you accepted him as a student?" Dumbledore couldn't help but ask.
"I originally asked him to find you," Grindelwald suddenly laughed. "When it comes to teaching students, who in this world can be better than you?"
"It's just that he carries a curse. He insists that I teach him black magic, otherwise he will die in Nurmengard. Then word spreads that I started murdering students, and I will definitely try to come back."
He smiled helplessly and happily.
"Tver was so sworn at that time, but I easily broke through his lame Occlumency, knowing that he didn't even know a reporter."
Dumbledore was silent for a while.
"You helped him suppress the curse afterwards?"
"No, you are wrong," Grindelwald emphasized. "Tver relies on not me, but on himself. It has always been him."
"I can't do anything about that curse. It was him who found a way to suppress the curse."
"Can you believe it? In just one Christmas vacation, he learned more than Durmstrang could teach him in three years."
“In just three years, he surpassed all the students in the school.”
"By sixth year, I had nothing to teach him."
"His talent tells me that he can grow to this point on his own without anyone's help."
"We are both more talented than you and I were back then!"
An old man walked slowly on campus.
Even during the holidays, there are still students coming and going here, some staying in school to study and do research, and some just coming here for fun.
There are also many young professors, talking and moving forward with students, colleagues or partners, either with smiles on their faces or in serious tones.
It's just that there aren't many people who are as lonely as the elderly.
It can even be said that he is the only one.
The morning sun gradually becomes hotter, and the summer sun begins to show its power.
The old man was in a daze. If the Muggles hadn't noticed him, they would have stepped forward to care about his health.
But apparently his problem was not physical.
Grindelwald had already received Turville's letter and knew that Dumbledore would be coming.
It was only yesterday, after Tweel came to his door in person and told him the news about Dumbledore, that he realized that he was not prepared at all.
He had no idea what attitude to use to face Dumbledore.
resentment?
It should be like this.
If Dumbledore could always be on his side and the two of them join forces, the wizarding world and even the Muggles would have been under their rule.
As a result, Dumbledore not only refused to support it, but even joined forces with outsiders to destroy the career he had carefully built.
As a result, he was wasted in Nurmengard for 50 years, and his strength has not yet recovered.
Logically speaking, he should be resentful, but after thinking about it for a long time, he found that he no longer had this emotion in his heart since he came out of Nurmengard.
Has time dissipated these?
He doesn't understand...
For the first time, Grindelwald discovered that he, the master of playing with people's hearts, had not even seen through his own heart.
"Long time no see, Grindelwald."
At some point, an old man with the same gray hair suddenly appeared next to him, walking slowly with him, exactly like the other old people on campus.
Albus Dumbledore.
He will never forget this name for the rest of his life, even if they haven't seen each other for 50 years, even if their appearance now is completely different from before.
This is Albus Dumbledore.
To be honest, he was not surprised by Dumbledore's sudden appearance. He knew better than anyone else that Dumbledore could always display incredible abilities and mind.
He is exactly the same as before, never changed.
But it was at the moment when he saw Dumbledore that his mind, which was originally full of thoughts, suddenly became quiet.
"When did you come here?" he asked with a smile, his tone as calm as if he were talking to an old friend.
Dumbledore only dared to stare straight ahead, but his face remained calm, as if he was the one who lost 50 years ago.
"Just now."
He pointed to the teaching building inside.
"Tver talked a lot about the University of Vienna. Considering that the appointed time has not arrived yet, I came here to take a look."
"I didn't expect to meet you by chance."
Grindelwald chuckled.
How could Dumbledore just come here to hang out? He might have discovered him a long time ago and came here specifically.
Don't doubt it, he has such ability.
However, Grindelwald did not expose it. Instead, he followed the instructions and looked at the teaching building that he had seen countless times.
"Yes, Tver always has different opinions."
"He didn't cause you any trouble at Hogwarts, did he?"
Dumbledore's heart suddenly relaxed.
"There are too many troubles. In the first year, you dare to plot against Voldemort, or even me."
"Of course, it's not incomprehensible for the Philosopher's Stone."
"But in the second year, he dared to let the basilisk cause harm in the castle, and even established a relationship with the Death Eaters."
"If no students were harmed by this, I would have put him in Azkaban."
He said he was angry, but he had a smile on his face, as if he was discussing a naughty child.
Grindelwald understood Dumbledore's mentality towards Tver all too well. He shook his head in amusement, as if he had witnessed Tver's actions with his own eyes.
"He does have a lot of little thoughts, and sometimes I have a headache."
"When we were in Nurmengard, he was thinking of turning it into an amusement park and asking me to be the director to collect money."
"What's more, 'You don't want to go out anyway, so why don't you take advantage of this? You'll definitely be the most dedicated employee in this place.'"
He imitated Turville's tone, which made Dumbledore clap his hands and laugh, almost unable to maintain the magic of cover.
"I didn't expect him to have such an interesting side," Dumbledore wiped the tears from his eyes, "Haha, how did you endure it?"
Grindelwald shook his head quickly and sighed helplessly.
"How could I possibly endure it? If he hadn't shamelessly asked me to help him, I wouldn't have regarded him as a student."
"Oh, would you mind telling me a story about you and him? It must not be easy for a child like him," Dumbledore paused, "right?"
Grindelwald's smile suddenly faded, and he recalled the past with some distress in his eyes.
"I still remember it was winter, the weather was very cold and it was drizzling."
"I got up earlier that day, and luckily I got up early, so I felt my magic being touched."
"Please forgive me, Nurmengard's defense is really lagging behind, especially for wizards like you and me. For the sake of safety, I have to use some protective measures."
Dumbledore nodded in understanding. He had seen it with his own eyes. Without extra protection, a dark wizard with evil intentions might have broken in.
Speaking of which, this was still his dereliction of duty.
Grindelwald ignored his momentary appearance of guilt and still had a look of reminiscence.
"Following the trail, I felt a little child break in."
"That was Tver. He was just in the first grade and was still very thin. He came here during the Christmas vacation."
"My magic skills are also very extreme. I can hardly cast spells. I only use slow curses, but I can remove my protective magic one by one."
"It's just that before I finished untying it, I fainted and fell to the ground because of hunger and cold."
"But, Dumbledore, if someone had told me before that that an 11-year-old child could remove my protective magic, I would never have believed it."
"Even when we were 11 years old, we couldn't do it, even if he used a lot of tricks."
"Until I met Tver, the little kid who fainted in front of me."
"So you accepted him as a student?" Dumbledore couldn't help but ask.
"I originally asked him to find you," Grindelwald suddenly laughed. "When it comes to teaching students, who in this world can be better than you?"
"It's just that he carries a curse. He insists that I teach him black magic, otherwise he will die in Nurmengard. Then word spreads that I started murdering students, and I will definitely try to come back."
He smiled helplessly and happily.
"Tver was so sworn at that time, but I easily broke through his lame Occlumency, knowing that he didn't even know a reporter."
Dumbledore was silent for a while.
"You helped him suppress the curse afterwards?"
"No, you are wrong," Grindelwald emphasized. "Tver relies on not me, but on himself. It has always been him."
"I can't do anything about that curse. It was him who found a way to suppress the curse."
"Can you believe it? In just one Christmas vacation, he learned more than Durmstrang could teach him in three years."
“In just three years, he surpassed all the students in the school.”
"By sixth year, I had nothing to teach him."
"His talent tells me that he can grow to this point on his own without anyone's help."
"We are both more talented than you and I were back then!"
