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Chapter 406 The Two Old Men in the Tower
Dumbledore's appeal was straightforward, and Sherlock now finally understood why he had become so agitated.

He looked at the ring in the old man's hand, and his face became serious.

Logically speaking, based on the relationship between him and Dumbledore, the other party has already revealed all the biggest secrets and all the weaknesses of his life. Sherlock should congratulate and encourage him, but at this time Sherlock is really ready to do something. Yes, it is indeed necessary to pour a basin of cold water on Dumbledore.

"Professor, I may be able to understand your current mood, and I also know that it is difficult for anyone to refuse such a thing that can revive a dead relative and make up for the mistakes I made, but there is one thing I have to remind you at this time, I hope you can think it through."

Sherlock said very seriously.

"Since the part about the Three Hallows of Death in the story about the God of Death and the three brothers is true, then the description about these three items must not be groundless."

"You said that after defeating Grindelwald, you obtained the right to use the Elder Wand from his hands. This is exactly in line with the legendary boss' death method. If you want to exert the full power of the Elder Wand, you must successfully defeat the Elder Wand. Its previous owner."

"If this is the case, then the story represented by the resurrection stone is also true. How did the second child who wanted to gain the authority to bring the dead back from the god of death to humiliate the god of death and resurrect his beloved one die? You shouldn't have forgotten, Professor."

Dumbledore sat silently on the dusty floor, and the moonlight shone on him through the dilapidated wooden window, making the old man look extraordinarily lonely and lonely.

"The resurrection stone itself is a kind of stone that can bring people back to life, but the resurrected people will only have pessimism, which can drive people mentally crazy, because they can't get the real person who wants to be resurrected. Peverly Cadmus, the second child of the three brothers, used the Resurrection Stone to summon the soul of a lover who died young, but she was sad, indifferent and lonely, and soon the second child was driven mad by hopeless longing, and committed suicide."

Sherlock looked at Dumbledore seriously.

"Do you remember what you once said to me? Professor, death is never scary. Only the cowards fear it. For the brave, it's just the beginning of another great adventure. A For a person who has accepted death, even if she returns to the world, it may not be a good thing for her. This kind of resurrection behavior is just the selfishness of the living, and it is the unilateral ego of the living to satisfy their own spiritual comfort. move."

"The second child in that story, because after reviving his lover, did not get the wonderful reunion he imagined, he chose to understand his own life amidst endless self-blame. Professor, I think What you should think about now is, if you want to resurrect your sister Arianna, do you want her to live happily, or do you want to use this method to eliminate your guilt and free yourself from regret?"

Dumbledore lifted up that old face, the silver light illuminated the age and wrinkles on his face, the silver-white beard reflected the moonlight, and the royal blue eyes slowly laughed at himself.

"I have always been regarded by Hogwarts students as a mentor who guides their life paths, but in fact, I myself can't understand some things I often talk about, and now I need you to teach me, Sherlock .”

He stood up from the ground with some difficulty, and Sherlock helped to support him.

Dumbledore then waved his wand and cast a cleansing spell on both himself and Sherlock, then glanced at the Gaunt ring in his hand, the excitement and reluctance in his eyes had long since disappeared, and he casually threw the ring to Sherlock.

"Leave it to you, use it as you think."

The black ring was cold in his hand, Sherlock held Gaunt's ring in his palm, and looked at Dumbledore with a smile.

"Professor, you are clear. I destroy Voldemort's Horcrux without causing any form of damage to the objects inhabited by the soul. If you regret it, you can still get it back from me. At that time, I promise you Even if you put it on your hand, there will be no danger."

There was a hint of emotion on Dumbledore's face, but soon he shook his head with a bitter smile on his face.

"Forget it, I've lived for hundreds of years, and I really should take care of some things. The matter of the resurrection stone will be handed over to you in the future."

His words paused slightly.

"So how's your day going?"

Sherlock put the ring into his robe pocket and said softly.

"I think there is nothing wrong with my initial thoughts, Professor, he does have a chance."

Dumbledore laughed.

"Even if there are people like Riddle among my students, I still feel that as long as you are young, you still have a chance. Human beings have never been a consistent creature, and it is possible to completely degenerate in a short period of time. , it is also possible to face up to your past and embrace a better future."

"Well, Professor, it's late enough today, we should go back."

Hearing what Sherlock said, Dumbledore didn't do anything immediately, he just waved lightly, and let Fox fly to Sherlock's shoulder.

Seeing the puzzled expression on Sherlock's face, Dumbledore said apologetically.

"Sorry, you go back first, Sherlock. It's already very late. Today has delayed your rest time long enough. I hope it won't affect your class tomorrow. I still want to visit an old friend next."

He didn't elaborate on who this old friend was, and Sherlock wisely didn't get to the bottom of it. Instead, Fox led him back to Hogwarts Castle.

Dumbledore was the only one left in the dilapidated house.

He first stood in front of the wooden window that was letting in the cold wind from the outside, looked at the silent and deep valley outside the window, and was silent for a while, then stretched out his arm to catch Sherlock, who had already sent Sherlock back to Hogwarts. Ci, and Fox returned again.

"Come on, old man, we're going to that place today."

With nostalgia in his eyes, he stretched out his hand and stroked Fox's feathers. Without saying the specific location, Fox led him to flash a golden-red light with a tacit understanding, and disappeared in place.

In Austria, in a mountain group far away from human habitation, stands a lonely tower.

Dumbledore and Fox appeared together in the open space in front of the gray-black tower.

It looks lonely here, as if even the moonlight is unwilling to shine on this place, and the gloomy tower stands on the bare mountain.

Dumbledore seemed to be familiar with everything here. He walked on the stone road and easily found the entrance of the tower, but he looked very strange, looking at the road above the entrance. The adage I mentioned, my face is full of disappointment.

Fox flew high, knowing that Dumbledore didn't need it to follow him, leaving the old man alone into the building made of black stones.

He walked up the revolving stone ladder in the tower, walking unhurriedly, and it didn't take long to reach the highest point of the tower.

This is a cold and simple room. The walls are covered with rough and hard stones. The walls, floor and ceiling are all black. Apart from a hardwood bed, there is no other furniture in the room.

When Dumbledore walked into this space, which was more appropriate to be called a cell than a room, a skinny, shriveled old man was curled up on a hardwood bed and looked at him quietly.

Dumbledore and the old man met each other's eyes, neither of them spoke, just looked at each other silently.

In the cell, outside the only window that could exchange some fresh air with the outside world, there was moonlight shining down.

In the end, it was Dumbledore who spoke first, his smile was still so gentle, but only the old man opposite could see the bitterness contained in this gentleness.

"It's been a long, long time since I saw you, Gellert."

The first-generation Dark Lord, who once led his own organization to disrupt the magical world of the entire earth, almost tore up the secrecy law, and exposed the existence of wizards and magic to the sun, had a sardonic smile on his face.

"For some people, unless they can really use me, they won't take the risk of being gossiped by others to come here to see me, right?"

Dumbledore stretched out his wand, nodded behind him, and a low stool appeared.

He deliberately controlled the height of the legs of the deformed stool, so that when he sat down, he could look at Grindelwald instead of looking down.

"Even the way you talk is the same as before."

Dumbledore didn't mean to be angry or affected in the slightest, he knew that Grindelwald wouldn't think about things as he said.

The two of them know each other better than they do themselves.

"You are older than before." Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's gray beard. "How long ago did we last see each other? Ten years ago? Or 20 years ago?"

Dumbledore said calmly: "It was 15 years ago. At that time, Voldemort had just died. I came to you and wanted you to help me find out where his remnant soul is hidden, and what kind of method will he use in the future? resurrection."

"Oh, it was 15 years ago, and now the entire twentieth century is almost over. I didn't expect to see you again before the end of this century."

Grindelwald grinned, revealing his broken teeth.

"So what do you want me to do when you come here today? You still want to persuade me to go out? Don't think about it, according to our agreement before the duel, whoever loses will stay here forever, unless the other person dies. "

Dumbledore couldn't help laughing.

"At least at the time, none of us thought that we could live so long."

"You think I can't see such a little thing?"

"That's right, if you saw that one of us died early, you would have said a lot of words to ridicule me at that time."

Grindelwald stared at him.

"Don't tell me that you haven't come here for 15 years. You came here today just to find someone to chat with tonight."

"Sure enough, no matter what it is, you can't hide it from you. You always have to see a lot of things before others. I really just want to chat with you."

"Even after all this time, you're still boring, Albus."

Dumbledore shrugged. This posture made him look like an old man with a beard and white hair.

"Maybe, but you'll never guess what I found today, Gellert."

"You found the resurrection stone." Grindelwald said lightly.

Dumbledore couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

"Didn't you see any information about the Deathly Hallows?"

"I am a prophet, but not just a prophet. Apart from the ability to see the future after the fog, the most precious thing I have is my brain. You said it was something I couldn't guess, then Besides the Deathly Hallows, what else can I guess?"

"It seems that staying here for a long time has not rusted that intelligent brain." Dumbledore said with emotion.

"So how did you find it?"

Although it was boring to say that Dumbledore came to chat with him in the middle of the night, Grindelwald seemed to be very upright and very talkative.

"I didn't look for it deliberately, but when I was looking for Voldemort's last missing Horcrux, I discovered that the stone was actually made into a family ring by his mother's family, and it was also made by himself. Horcruxes."

Hearing the word Horcrux, Grindelwald's mouth twitched with sarcasm.

This expression was not just on the surface like it was with Dumbledore at the beginning, the disdainful sneer was indeed his innermost emotion.

"Only the most stupid people would think of using such magic to prolong their lives. In comparison, even that old idiot's magic stone and elixir are much stronger than Horcruxes. Your student He must have used the magic to split his soul more than once? I remember him being a complete idiot and a madman."

"In your mouth, no matter who you are, you can't be smart."

"Because the idiots in this world make up the vast majority." After Grindelwald finished speaking, he stared into Dumbledore's eyes without blinking, "So you have already resurrected your sister with that stone?"

Dumbledore shook his head calmly.

"No."

This time it was Grindelwald's turn to show a rare look of surprise on his face.

"Can you bear it? Or is there some curse on that stone that you can't solve?"

"Voldemort's remnant soul is attached to the Resurrection Stone, but I have a suitable way to solve the above obstacles." Dumbledore said softly, "It's just that I was taught a lesson by a young man tonight with what I once said. Dayton, so I changed my mind."

(End of this chapter)