Chapter 553 Hello, Messenger
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
"But you are the only wizard who can match him, and I want you to fight him."
Didn't you say that the goals are the same?
Well!
You go to deal with Grindelwald, let me see if you are what you look like!
Travers stared at Dumbledore, and the Aurors stared at him.
Under the gaze of many people, Dumbledore slowly shook his head, "I can't."
Travers was about to laugh.
You said that everything you did was to deal with Grindelwald, but you were asked to face him, and you refused?
Then you tell me, these forces are not used for rebellion?
You are so arrogant that you don't even want to prove yourself, you want me to believe you humblely?
Travers waved his wand impassively.
A dynamic photo of the young Dumbledore and the young Grindelwald appears.
The Aurors, including Theseus, were astonished.
The two men stared at each other in the photo, and Travers said, "You and Grindelwald were like brothers."
Dumbledore looked at the image and said in a voice that concealed regret and memory: "We are more than brothers."
It was a painful memory, like honey, with a bitter sweetness.
When he saw the photo, he thought of his sister, and he was full of regret.
But worse, he missed, he missed the only time in his life when he felt fully understood.
Travers gritted his teeth, "Are you willing to fight him?"
This is an ultimatum.
Pain flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he said his answer, "I can't do it."
Travers was already very disappointed with the wizard, "So, you have already chosen which side to stand on."
With a wave of the wand, a metal bracelet appeared on Dumbledore's wrist.
This is the warning ring. From now on, every magic of Dumbledore will be known by the Ministry of Magic.
The number of people watching him at the same time will be doubled.
He left angrily.
Theseus still thinks that his former teacher and Grindelwald are closer than brothers.
He was stopped, it was Dumbledore.
"If Grindelwald calls a meeting, don't obstruct it." Dumbledore said sincerely, "Don't let Travers send you, if you still trust me."
Travers: "Theseus!" Do people think people are fools if they don't speak?
Is it too bullying for you to win over my subordinates as soon as I leave the house?
Theseus has a complicated look on his face. Can you tell me what relationship can be closer than brothers?
Theseus, who is the younger brother in charge of hugging the madman, expressed his incomprehension, what is better than brothers in the world.
...
Leta also came to Hogwarts, but she didn't join the others.
Instead, he came alone to the corridor full of memories of his school days.
Stopping in front of the auditorium, she looked up at the floating candles.
No matter how much time passes here, it won't change.
Continuing to walk, she came to the former classroom.
She used to be excluded in this school, those girls said bad things about her, and the teachers didn't trust her more.
Some things about Lestrange became the basis for her to be attacked.
Only Newt gave her some good memories in this school.
A Slytherin snake meets a caring badger.
Sitting at the old desk, her thoughts were pulled back.
"Hi, Leta." Dumbledore appeared at some unknown time, "What a surprise."
Rita was very indifferent to his arrival and said, "Because you saw me in the classroom? Am I such a bad student?"
Dumbledore smiled and said, "On the contrary, you are my smartest student."
"I mean bad, not stupid." Lita stood up and laughed at herself, "Don't bother thinking about the answer, you never liked me."
"You're wrong," said Dumbledore, frowning. "I never thought you were bad."
"Then you are really different." Lita was noncommittal, "Other people think I am bad, and they are right, I am evil."
Dumbledore looked at his former student and said, "I understand that the rumors about your brother Cobos make you very painful."
"No, you don't understand." Lita was still indifferent, but with a mockery of concern for others, "Unless your brother is also dead."
Aberforth: Listen, thank you.
Dumbledore paused slightly, "It was my sister who died."
Rita stared at him in surprise.
There is hostility between the two, and at the same time they are curious about each other's experience.
Rita's voice was less indifferent, "Do you love her?"
When Dumbledore heard the words, there was regret and pain in his expression.
He took a deep breath and walked towards Rita.
"I regret not loving enough."
Staring into those eyes, Dumbledore said, "It's never too late to let go. It's a relief to confess, and it's a relief."
Rita didn't feel relieved about his words, only a kind of defense.
"I have been with regret all my life, don't let it harm you." Dumbledore persuaded patiently.
Rita left here without saying a word.
Dumbledore stared at the old table, finally speechless.
...
Towards evening, John was doing errands at the post office.
"Sir, I need to double check."
The messenger's eyes widened: "These three letters will be sent in 1997?"
Send a letter after 70 years?
The post office has never received such an outrageous commission.
John put a gold coin on the counter.
Messenger: "It's not about the money."
second piece.
Messenger: "Well, I need to remind you that no one has ever been this crazy."
The third one.
Messenger: "No, don't force me."
Fourth.
Messenger: "I..."
Fifth.
Messenger: "I need to talk to the post office."
Sixth.
Messenger: "I'll arrange it for you right away."
John put down a bag, and the messenger opened it tremblingly.
It was filled with gold and diamonds, and it nearly blinded him.
The messenger said with a serious face: "I'm going to get the date tattooed on my body. Even if I die, I will send it over!"
At this moment, the messenger's face was full of sacredness.
John nodded in relief, motioning for the messenger to come over.
He whispered: "Remember, you must send it over. If you lose it, the money will be used to buy your head."
The messenger was shocked, and smiled awkwardly, "I'm joking, sir."
"Do you think I can take out the money and still joke with you?"
John looked at him with a half-smile, making the messenger swallow hard.
He secretly swore in his heart that even if his leg was broken, he would send the letter there.
Taking out a sealed box, the messenger solemnly put three letters into it.
Place the box on the tallest cabinet in the post office as a reminder to yourself.
John nodded with satisfaction.
He didn't have to worry about the messenger not remembering, because he had already cast a spell on the post office.
And the same thing with the bag of jewels.
If the letter is not delivered when the time comes, they will all be finished.
Don't say that John is vicious, he must be sure that nothing will go wrong, and he has given enough chips.
Those who do not keep their promises will not regret death.
Stepping out of the post office, he saw the black curtains flying in Paris.
"Grindelwald." John whispered softly.
After finishing everything, John went to the safe house.
When he got to the house, he stopped.
Looking up, Credence and Nagini were standing on the roof.
What they are confronting is another person.
grindelwald.
...
"What do you want?" Credence growled warily.
"What do you want? Ask for nothing." Grindelwald sat on the roof without even taking out his wand. "But what can I give you? Everything I never had."
He looked at Credence. "But what do you want, my boy?"
Drawn by his words, Credence said, "Want to know who I am."
Seeing that Credence took the bait, Grindelwald smiled slightly and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.
The parchment flew from his hands to Credence.
"From here you can find evidence to prove your identity."
"Come to Père Lachaise Cemetery tonight, and you will find the truth." Grindelwald didn't have to be afraid that he would not come, bowed, and the apparition disappeared.
Credence remained where he was, clutching a map of Père Lachaise's cemetery.
He wasn't sure if he should go.
"Looks like you've found a clue."
John's voice came from behind.
Credence turned around in surprise and asked, "What should I do?"
John walked on the roof, glanced casually at the map, and said, "Follow your heart, Credence."
"Are you going with us?" Credence looked at John expectantly.
"No, I'm here to say goodbye."
John shook his head and said, "It's time for me to go, Credence."
He nodded slightly towards the two of them, and said, "I hope you can go as you wish, this time I need to leave for a longer time."
"Wait, no!" Credence yelled, holding out his arms.
John's figure disappeared.
...
Didn't you say that the goals are the same?
Well!
You go to deal with Grindelwald, let me see if you are what you look like!
Travers stared at Dumbledore, and the Aurors stared at him.
Under the gaze of many people, Dumbledore slowly shook his head, "I can't."
Travers was about to laugh.
You said that everything you did was to deal with Grindelwald, but you were asked to face him, and you refused?
Then you tell me, these forces are not used for rebellion?
You are so arrogant that you don't even want to prove yourself, you want me to believe you humblely?
Travers waved his wand impassively.
A dynamic photo of the young Dumbledore and the young Grindelwald appears.
The Aurors, including Theseus, were astonished.
The two men stared at each other in the photo, and Travers said, "You and Grindelwald were like brothers."
Dumbledore looked at the image and said in a voice that concealed regret and memory: "We are more than brothers."
It was a painful memory, like honey, with a bitter sweetness.
When he saw the photo, he thought of his sister, and he was full of regret.
But worse, he missed, he missed the only time in his life when he felt fully understood.
Travers gritted his teeth, "Are you willing to fight him?"
This is an ultimatum.
Pain flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he said his answer, "I can't do it."
Travers was already very disappointed with the wizard, "So, you have already chosen which side to stand on."
With a wave of the wand, a metal bracelet appeared on Dumbledore's wrist.
This is the warning ring. From now on, every magic of Dumbledore will be known by the Ministry of Magic.
The number of people watching him at the same time will be doubled.
He left angrily.
Theseus still thinks that his former teacher and Grindelwald are closer than brothers.
He was stopped, it was Dumbledore.
"If Grindelwald calls a meeting, don't obstruct it." Dumbledore said sincerely, "Don't let Travers send you, if you still trust me."
Travers: "Theseus!" Do people think people are fools if they don't speak?
Is it too bullying for you to win over my subordinates as soon as I leave the house?
Theseus has a complicated look on his face. Can you tell me what relationship can be closer than brothers?
Theseus, who is the younger brother in charge of hugging the madman, expressed his incomprehension, what is better than brothers in the world.
...
Leta also came to Hogwarts, but she didn't join the others.
Instead, he came alone to the corridor full of memories of his school days.
Stopping in front of the auditorium, she looked up at the floating candles.
No matter how much time passes here, it won't change.
Continuing to walk, she came to the former classroom.
She used to be excluded in this school, those girls said bad things about her, and the teachers didn't trust her more.
Some things about Lestrange became the basis for her to be attacked.
Only Newt gave her some good memories in this school.
A Slytherin snake meets a caring badger.
Sitting at the old desk, her thoughts were pulled back.
"Hi, Leta." Dumbledore appeared at some unknown time, "What a surprise."
Rita was very indifferent to his arrival and said, "Because you saw me in the classroom? Am I such a bad student?"
Dumbledore smiled and said, "On the contrary, you are my smartest student."
"I mean bad, not stupid." Lita stood up and laughed at herself, "Don't bother thinking about the answer, you never liked me."
"You're wrong," said Dumbledore, frowning. "I never thought you were bad."
"Then you are really different." Lita was noncommittal, "Other people think I am bad, and they are right, I am evil."
Dumbledore looked at his former student and said, "I understand that the rumors about your brother Cobos make you very painful."
"No, you don't understand." Lita was still indifferent, but with a mockery of concern for others, "Unless your brother is also dead."
Aberforth: Listen, thank you.
Dumbledore paused slightly, "It was my sister who died."
Rita stared at him in surprise.
There is hostility between the two, and at the same time they are curious about each other's experience.
Rita's voice was less indifferent, "Do you love her?"
When Dumbledore heard the words, there was regret and pain in his expression.
He took a deep breath and walked towards Rita.
"I regret not loving enough."
Staring into those eyes, Dumbledore said, "It's never too late to let go. It's a relief to confess, and it's a relief."
Rita didn't feel relieved about his words, only a kind of defense.
"I have been with regret all my life, don't let it harm you." Dumbledore persuaded patiently.
Rita left here without saying a word.
Dumbledore stared at the old table, finally speechless.
...
Towards evening, John was doing errands at the post office.
"Sir, I need to double check."
The messenger's eyes widened: "These three letters will be sent in 1997?"
Send a letter after 70 years?
The post office has never received such an outrageous commission.
John put a gold coin on the counter.
Messenger: "It's not about the money."
second piece.
Messenger: "Well, I need to remind you that no one has ever been this crazy."
The third one.
Messenger: "No, don't force me."
Fourth.
Messenger: "I..."
Fifth.
Messenger: "I need to talk to the post office."
Sixth.
Messenger: "I'll arrange it for you right away."
John put down a bag, and the messenger opened it tremblingly.
It was filled with gold and diamonds, and it nearly blinded him.
The messenger said with a serious face: "I'm going to get the date tattooed on my body. Even if I die, I will send it over!"
At this moment, the messenger's face was full of sacredness.
John nodded in relief, motioning for the messenger to come over.
He whispered: "Remember, you must send it over. If you lose it, the money will be used to buy your head."
The messenger was shocked, and smiled awkwardly, "I'm joking, sir."
"Do you think I can take out the money and still joke with you?"
John looked at him with a half-smile, making the messenger swallow hard.
He secretly swore in his heart that even if his leg was broken, he would send the letter there.
Taking out a sealed box, the messenger solemnly put three letters into it.
Place the box on the tallest cabinet in the post office as a reminder to yourself.
John nodded with satisfaction.
He didn't have to worry about the messenger not remembering, because he had already cast a spell on the post office.
And the same thing with the bag of jewels.
If the letter is not delivered when the time comes, they will all be finished.
Don't say that John is vicious, he must be sure that nothing will go wrong, and he has given enough chips.
Those who do not keep their promises will not regret death.
Stepping out of the post office, he saw the black curtains flying in Paris.
"Grindelwald." John whispered softly.
After finishing everything, John went to the safe house.
When he got to the house, he stopped.
Looking up, Credence and Nagini were standing on the roof.
What they are confronting is another person.
grindelwald.
...
"What do you want?" Credence growled warily.
"What do you want? Ask for nothing." Grindelwald sat on the roof without even taking out his wand. "But what can I give you? Everything I never had."
He looked at Credence. "But what do you want, my boy?"
Drawn by his words, Credence said, "Want to know who I am."
Seeing that Credence took the bait, Grindelwald smiled slightly and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.
The parchment flew from his hands to Credence.
"From here you can find evidence to prove your identity."
"Come to Père Lachaise Cemetery tonight, and you will find the truth." Grindelwald didn't have to be afraid that he would not come, bowed, and the apparition disappeared.
Credence remained where he was, clutching a map of Père Lachaise's cemetery.
He wasn't sure if he should go.
"Looks like you've found a clue."
John's voice came from behind.
Credence turned around in surprise and asked, "What should I do?"
John walked on the roof, glanced casually at the map, and said, "Follow your heart, Credence."
"Are you going with us?" Credence looked at John expectantly.
"No, I'm here to say goodbye."
John shook his head and said, "It's time for me to go, Credence."
He nodded slightly towards the two of them, and said, "I hope you can go as you wish, this time I need to leave for a longer time."
"Wait, no!" Credence yelled, holding out his arms.
John's figure disappeared.
...
