Chapter 677 Albus and Gellert
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Fort Nurmengard, a prison once used by the voodoo party to detain opponents.
Half a century later, only one prisoner remained inside.
Dumbledore walked slowly towards the door.
No matter how many years, it is always necessary to see each other.
Harry has a fragment of Voldemort's soul in his body, and Trelawney made another true prophecy tonight.
Is it an excuse?
Dumbledore stopped in front of the cracked stone door.
He raised his head and looked at the slogan proposed by him.
Remembered for a moment, confused for a moment.
The azure blue eyes looked at the door again, the door that seemed to be shattered at the slightest touch.
The hesitation in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared, and he slowly raised the Elder Wand in his hand.
Circles of light blue ripples spread out, freezing one spell after another like ice cubes.
It's not that the Austrian Ministry of Magic is too weak, but that Dumbledore under the blessing of the Deathly Hallows is too strong.
He reached out and lightly touched the heavy stone gate, and entered the Nurmengard Castle, where there was only one prisoner.
Through the light on the tip of the staff, the ruined hall can be seen.
There is no solemnity in the impression, only the lifelessness after being ruthlessly destroyed by time.
Dead, indeed dead.
Those two talented young men with great ambitions are long dead.
Dumbledore didn't feel too sentimental, and went straight to the incomplete marble staircase.
Second floor, third floor, fourth floor...
Finally, he came to the top floor.
There was still no smell of living things, but he knew that the person he was looking for was at the end of the corridor.
As he walked through one cell after another, his expression gradually relaxed.
As if visiting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, Dumbledore walked into Grindelwald's cell with a smile.
Contrary to the image in memory, the man with always good taste was sitting on the wooden bed, so old that he had few hairs left, and was so old that his teeth were about to fall out.
Grindelwald smiled, "You're old."
Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to speak as if choked.
After a brief eye contact, the dilapidated walls began to peel off little by little, and the dead cell came back to life.
Grindelwald's ragged clothes turned back into a straight black overcoat, his silver-white hair grew back, and his sunken cheeks became fuller.
Wrinkles disappeared and teeth came back.
I can vaguely see the high-spirited appearance back then, but the momentum that seemed to be about to conquer the world has disappeared.
Although he is two years younger than himself, Grindelwald is much younger, not at all like an old man over 100 years old.
Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth again, "I almost believed it just now."
It's a lie to be dying, and it's a lie to be unable to use magic.
Infiltrate mana into the fortress little by little, turning it into a vehicle for magic.
The current Nurmengard can be regarded as a large wand, a wand that only belongs to Grindelwald.
Dumbledore swung the Elder Wand and conjured an ordinary wooden chair out of thin air.
As soon as he sat down, a small round table appeared in front of him.
Grindelwald stood up, walked to sit opposite him, "People often only believe what they want to believe, and don't care about the truth."
A pot of black tea appeared on the table, and a saucer filled with delicate sweets.
"He said your taste hasn't changed." Grindelwald pushed the plate over.
Dumbledore picked up a rainbow-colored candy and smiled innocently like a child.
"Gellert, I really envy your life now."
The flavors of rainbow candies are complex, with each color representing a flavor.
Ups and downs, bitterness, saltiness, and astringency, just like his seemingly beautiful life.
Grindelwald smiled.
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, President of the International Union of Wizards, First Class Medal of Merlin, Grand Wizard, President of the International Federation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot...
These extremely eye-catching titles are actually a burden and a shackle.
Dumbledore tasted the taste of rainbow candy carefully, as if falling into memories again.
Grindelwald has been watching him quietly.
I don't know how long it has passed, but Dumbledore suddenly said: "My relationship with Aberforth has improved a lot."
"Because of Nagini?"
"Part of it, but I think we actually reconciled pretty early on."
Dumbledore picked up a golden candy in the shape of a star and put it in his mouth.
The outer layer of edible gold leaf has no taste, but the inside has a very refreshing minty sweetness.
He closed his eyes and pondered, "I did one more thing wrong."
Grindelwald's tone was exceptionally gentle, "It's not your fault, even if you teach him personally, what should happen will definitely happen."
Voldemort is the product of love potion, doomed to be unable to understand what love is all his life.
Dumbledore opened his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "You know, if I don't really try, I will never give up."
"You can drop your burden at any time."
"But I can't, at least not right now."
Grindelwald's eyes dimmed for a moment, "Albus, let's talk about our heir."
Not me, but us.
Dumbledore sighed with a tangled face, "He's fine, far better than you can imagine."
Mr. Heartthrob, Hogwarts' biggest school manager, Wizengamot's British youth representative, public enemy of alchemists...
As the prophet of this century, Grindelwald actually knew all this.
But he was very patient and listened to everything.
"A real prophecy came out tonight, and I suppose it must belong to him?"
"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"
Dumbledore looked down at the plate of sweets, "Then I can sleep soundly tonight."
Grindelwald drank the lipstick tea, "However, what you are really worried about will happen soon."
Dumbledore's hand holding the candy paused in mid-air.
"Bring that kid over here, and I'll solve his troubles."
"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you." Dumbledore smiled wryly and stuffed the candy into his mouth.
Grindelwald shook his head, "Because you have no intention of hiding it from me."
The answer to the prophecy has been found, and there is no need to worry about the soul fragments in Harry's body.
The two smiled at each other.
Dumbledore has used Grindelwald's prophetic ability several times, and they were enemies at that time.
But before the establishment of the Wuzi Party, when they were in Godric's Hollow, the two had an extremely close relationship.
"I like the taste, aren't you going to try one?"
"Well, we still have a lot of time."
I haven't seen you in 48 years, so of course there are endless things to say.
Since the protagonist of the prophecy is not Voldemort, you might as well stay here to reminisce about the old days.
……
……
Half a century later, only one prisoner remained inside.
Dumbledore walked slowly towards the door.
No matter how many years, it is always necessary to see each other.
Harry has a fragment of Voldemort's soul in his body, and Trelawney made another true prophecy tonight.
Is it an excuse?
Dumbledore stopped in front of the cracked stone door.
He raised his head and looked at the slogan proposed by him.
Remembered for a moment, confused for a moment.
The azure blue eyes looked at the door again, the door that seemed to be shattered at the slightest touch.
The hesitation in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared, and he slowly raised the Elder Wand in his hand.
Circles of light blue ripples spread out, freezing one spell after another like ice cubes.
It's not that the Austrian Ministry of Magic is too weak, but that Dumbledore under the blessing of the Deathly Hallows is too strong.
He reached out and lightly touched the heavy stone gate, and entered the Nurmengard Castle, where there was only one prisoner.
Through the light on the tip of the staff, the ruined hall can be seen.
There is no solemnity in the impression, only the lifelessness after being ruthlessly destroyed by time.
Dead, indeed dead.
Those two talented young men with great ambitions are long dead.
Dumbledore didn't feel too sentimental, and went straight to the incomplete marble staircase.
Second floor, third floor, fourth floor...
Finally, he came to the top floor.
There was still no smell of living things, but he knew that the person he was looking for was at the end of the corridor.
As he walked through one cell after another, his expression gradually relaxed.
As if visiting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, Dumbledore walked into Grindelwald's cell with a smile.
Contrary to the image in memory, the man with always good taste was sitting on the wooden bed, so old that he had few hairs left, and was so old that his teeth were about to fall out.
Grindelwald smiled, "You're old."
Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth, unable to speak as if choked.
After a brief eye contact, the dilapidated walls began to peel off little by little, and the dead cell came back to life.
Grindelwald's ragged clothes turned back into a straight black overcoat, his silver-white hair grew back, and his sunken cheeks became fuller.
Wrinkles disappeared and teeth came back.
I can vaguely see the high-spirited appearance back then, but the momentum that seemed to be about to conquer the world has disappeared.
Although he is two years younger than himself, Grindelwald is much younger, not at all like an old man over 100 years old.
Dumbledore twitched the corner of his mouth again, "I almost believed it just now."
It's a lie to be dying, and it's a lie to be unable to use magic.
Infiltrate mana into the fortress little by little, turning it into a vehicle for magic.
The current Nurmengard can be regarded as a large wand, a wand that only belongs to Grindelwald.
Dumbledore swung the Elder Wand and conjured an ordinary wooden chair out of thin air.
As soon as he sat down, a small round table appeared in front of him.
Grindelwald stood up, walked to sit opposite him, "People often only believe what they want to believe, and don't care about the truth."
A pot of black tea appeared on the table, and a saucer filled with delicate sweets.
"He said your taste hasn't changed." Grindelwald pushed the plate over.
Dumbledore picked up a rainbow-colored candy and smiled innocently like a child.
"Gellert, I really envy your life now."
The flavors of rainbow candies are complex, with each color representing a flavor.
Ups and downs, bitterness, saltiness, and astringency, just like his seemingly beautiful life.
Grindelwald smiled.
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, President of the International Union of Wizards, First Class Medal of Merlin, Grand Wizard, President of the International Federation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot...
These extremely eye-catching titles are actually a burden and a shackle.
Dumbledore tasted the taste of rainbow candy carefully, as if falling into memories again.
Grindelwald has been watching him quietly.
I don't know how long it has passed, but Dumbledore suddenly said: "My relationship with Aberforth has improved a lot."
"Because of Nagini?"
"Part of it, but I think we actually reconciled pretty early on."
Dumbledore picked up a golden candy in the shape of a star and put it in his mouth.
The outer layer of edible gold leaf has no taste, but the inside has a very refreshing minty sweetness.
He closed his eyes and pondered, "I did one more thing wrong."
Grindelwald's tone was exceptionally gentle, "It's not your fault, even if you teach him personally, what should happen will definitely happen."
Voldemort is the product of love potion, doomed to be unable to understand what love is all his life.
Dumbledore opened his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "You know, if I don't really try, I will never give up."
"You can drop your burden at any time."
"But I can't, at least not right now."
Grindelwald's eyes dimmed for a moment, "Albus, let's talk about our heir."
Not me, but us.
Dumbledore sighed with a tangled face, "He's fine, far better than you can imagine."
Mr. Heartthrob, Hogwarts' biggest school manager, Wizengamot's British youth representative, public enemy of alchemists...
As the prophet of this century, Grindelwald actually knew all this.
But he was very patient and listened to everything.
"A real prophecy came out tonight, and I suppose it must belong to him?"
"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"
Dumbledore looked down at the plate of sweets, "Then I can sleep soundly tonight."
Grindelwald drank the lipstick tea, "However, what you are really worried about will happen soon."
Dumbledore's hand holding the candy paused in mid-air.
"Bring that kid over here, and I'll solve his troubles."
"Sure enough, I can't hide it from you." Dumbledore smiled wryly and stuffed the candy into his mouth.
Grindelwald shook his head, "Because you have no intention of hiding it from me."
The answer to the prophecy has been found, and there is no need to worry about the soul fragments in Harry's body.
The two smiled at each other.
Dumbledore has used Grindelwald's prophetic ability several times, and they were enemies at that time.
But before the establishment of the Wuzi Party, when they were in Godric's Hollow, the two had an extremely close relationship.
"I like the taste, aren't you going to try one?"
"Well, we still have a lot of time."
I haven't seen you in 48 years, so of course there are endless things to say.
Since the protagonist of the prophecy is not Voldemort, you might as well stay here to reminisce about the old days.
……
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