Chapter 857 The shadow under the tower, the isolated island in the sea
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
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 Slytherins.
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.
is himself.
"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.
...
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.
Cut off 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 feels he has 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?
Therefore, he must remain arrogant. Even in a deserted corner, Grindelwald still has a paranoid charm.
He's not Dumbledore, and he occasionally has some fun for himself.
For example, to test the boundaries of this world.
You can also use your own wandless spells to see if you can destroy this place.
The arrival of noon every day is the time when the shadow of the Magic Tower is the deepest.
At that time, he would stand on the edge of the shadow tower and observe this place.
Great magic cannot be broken.
Just like the Phoenix cannot come here.
"The only difference is that I don't get your letters anymore, Al."
He held the last letter, which was a feather.
There are feathers sent by the phoenix.
Seeing things and thinking about people, Grindelwald twirled his feathers with his fingers and looked up at the dark sky.
There are no stars here, and the only light that ever existed came from the darkness that the Witch King ignited himself to illuminate.
This day will last forever.
Maybe that day, greater punishment will come.
The most precious life will become worthless in the face of selfish love.
"Keep me unable to die, unable to see the light, and forever lonely," Grindelwald smiled evilly, "I must bear your punishment, Witch King."
...
The isolated island in the sea, listening to the whales, is ethereal and fascinating.
Dumbledore hoped that the man would also listen, just as they had agreed, to be free.
Unfortunately, my youthful dream never came true.
The cries of whales cannot be heard in the shadows under the tower, and only the resounding sound of breathing is left in the empty solitary tower.
They looked up at the same time as if they felt something.
Maybe as Dumbledore said, love can transcend everything.
But it was only a brief moment.
The smile on the corner of the mouth will eventually turn into bitterness.
The more I miss you, the more cruel and torture I feel.
But we can't stop.
All he could do was praise the Witch King.
That was the magical world they expected, born in the hands of that person.
It's a pity that they are a pair of abandoned children left by the times after all, and they cannot witness the glory of wizard freedom shining on the fields and the smiling faces of children.
The merciful Witch-King does not grant death.
The cruel Witch-King does not grant death.
Punishment, in body and mind, binds noble and selfish souls.
...
"As a side story, there are a few more articles about the stars, which will be posted later, but the dates are random."
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 Slytherins.
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.
is himself.
"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.
...
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.
Cut off 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 feels he has 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?
Therefore, he must remain arrogant. Even in a deserted corner, Grindelwald still has a paranoid charm.
He's not Dumbledore, and he occasionally has some fun for himself.
For example, to test the boundaries of this world.
You can also use your own wandless spells to see if you can destroy this place.
The arrival of noon every day is the time when the shadow of the Magic Tower is the deepest.
At that time, he would stand on the edge of the shadow tower and observe this place.
Great magic cannot be broken.
Just like the Phoenix cannot come here.
"The only difference is that I don't get your letters anymore, Al."
He held the last letter, which was a feather.
There are feathers sent by the phoenix.
Seeing things and thinking about people, Grindelwald twirled his feathers with his fingers and looked up at the dark sky.
There are no stars here, and the only light that ever existed came from the darkness that the Witch King ignited himself to illuminate.
This day will last forever.
Maybe that day, greater punishment will come.
The most precious life will become worthless in the face of selfish love.
"Keep me unable to die, unable to see the light, and forever lonely," Grindelwald smiled evilly, "I must bear your punishment, Witch King."
...
The isolated island in the sea, listening to the whales, is ethereal and fascinating.
Dumbledore hoped that the man would also listen, just as they had agreed, to be free.
Unfortunately, my youthful dream never came true.
The cries of whales cannot be heard in the shadows under the tower, and only the resounding sound of breathing is left in the empty solitary tower.
They looked up at the same time as if they felt something.
Maybe as Dumbledore said, love can transcend everything.
But it was only a brief moment.
The smile on the corner of the mouth will eventually turn into bitterness.
The more I miss you, the more cruel and torture I feel.
But we can't stop.
All he could do was praise the Witch King.
That was the magical world they expected, born in the hands of that person.
It's a pity that they are a pair of abandoned children left by the times after all, and they cannot witness the glory of wizard freedom shining on the fields and the smiling faces of children.
The merciful Witch-King does not grant death.
The cruel Witch-King does not grant death.
Punishment, in body and mind, binds noble and selfish souls.
...
"As a side story, there are a few more articles about the stars, which will be posted later, but the dates are random."
