Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

Bayer's voice rang out, awakening everyone in the room.

The young people backed away in horror, crowding together to avoid the spreading blue flames. The old people drew out their wands and pointed the tip of the wand directly at Alexis, ready for battle. Dumbledore raised his hands and slowly moved towards Alexis. Si walked.

Alexis followed the sound and looked, and Bayer's strong body appeared inside.

Through the gap, he finally saw Grindelwald.

Grindelwald lay motionless on his cot.

"Alex, Gellert wouldn't want you to do this."

Dumbledore came to his side and said slowly.

Alexis moved her eyes, and the flames stopped spreading.

"Now, leave Nurmengard."

"Disappear from my sight."

Alexis said with his head slightly lowered.

"roll!"

Old Morsi glanced at Alexis with a complicated expression, silently put away his wand, waved his hand, and walked towards the door first.

Behind him, an old man picked up the wooden box and followed closely.

"That's Grindelwald's stuff!"

Alexis stopped the old man and stared at him motionlessly with red eyes.

The old man looked up at old Morsi. Old Morsi did not look back. He had already walked out of the room and started going down the stairs.

The old man had no choice but to put down the wooden box.

Alexis stepped aside and the old man hurriedly followed.

The people in the room followed old Morsi out, and soon it became empty again.The blue flame gradually weakened, the line of fire shrank along its original path, and finally went out.

…………

Not many people attended Grindelwald's funeral, only Alexis, Dumbledore and Bair.But it should be in line with this wise old man's thoughts.

Dumbledore had been his close friend and companion when he was young. They explored and researched together, and they were brothers and sisters. Alexis was his psychological comfort after being imprisoned in Nurmengard. At that time, he had fallen out with his long-time friend Dumbledore, and the two Human relationships are nothing short of a piece of cake, and the arrival of Alexis fills Dumbledore's vacancy to a certain extent.

Bayer was the one who accompanied him in the last few days of his life. Bayer reacted slowly, was not clever enough, ate too much... he could mention a lot of shortcomings casually, but somehow, Grindelwald saw this. The big guy is pleasing to the eye.

Grindelwald's funeral was not grand, but the people who happened to attend his funeral had been involved in his life and were an important part of his life.

He was wearing clothes custom-made by Alexis. Alexis originally planned to order them from Huang Weijun, but because he was too late, he had to choose a tailor shop in London.

Grindelwald never worried about two things: his figure and his hair.

Despite this, it was only now that Alexis suddenly realized that Grindelwald had lost a lot of weight, which made the clothes made according to the original size look very wide.

Grindelwald's funeral was very simple. There was no strange mermaid band. He liked silence throughout the second half of his life. There were no elegant white chrysanthemums and white lilies, which were not in line with his temperament. There was not even sunlight, and the entire sky Dark clouds were gathering, and the lead-colored clouds hung low.

Bayer held Grindelwald in his arms, followed by Alexis and Dumbledore. They came to the pumpkin field. It was winter now, and the pumpkin seedlings had already been tidied up by Bayer. Even the field was flat, with a bunch of pumpkins placed on it. A table was set up, and Bayer placed him on it.

The salty sea breeze blew by, causing the black tie on his chest to tremble.

Bayer took two steps back and came to Alexis' side. Dumbledore sniffed and patted Alexis's back gently.

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he said softly.

Alexis pulled out her wand expressionlessly, and flames emerged from under the table, burning slowly.

As the sea breeze blew by, the fire gradually grew larger. The flames stirred up, cutting off their sight and swallowing Grindelwald whole.

The flames gradually died down, and a gray tomb appeared there, wrapping Grindelwald's body and the table on which it was placed.

Alexis and the three of them always stood in place. They stood for a long time until the sky turned dark and the lights on the distant coastline were bright.

"Let's go."

Dumbledore wiped his eyes and said hoarsely.

Alexis shook his head, "You go back first, I want to spend more time with him here."

At this point, Alexis's eyes started to turn red. "I promised him last year that I would come back to spend Christmas with him. But I didn't..."

Dumbledore was silent.

Alexis wiped his eyes to stop the tears from flowing out, he knew that Grindelwald didn't like him crying.

"I'm not blaming you..."

Dumbledore sighed, turned slowly, and staggered towards the stone castle.Just after taking two steps, his body tilted and he almost fell. Fortunately, Bayer, who was standing by, had quick eyesight and quick hands, and supported him.

"Thank you."

Dumbledore thanked him and wanted to get away from Beyer's support, but Beyer stubbornly shook his head, so the two of them slowly walked back to the stone castle.

Alexis and Grindelwald were the only ones left in the pumpkin patch, and the surroundings became very quiet.

Alexis sat in front of the tombstone and stared blankly at the tombstone. Except for a line of text, there was no extra record on it, "Gellert Grindelwald (1883--1992.12.25)".

This is in line with his style, simple and efficient, without any unnecessary embellishments.

Alexis stretched out his hand and slowly traced his fingertips on the tombstone. The rough and convex texture of the tombstone came to him. He opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Apologize?Apologize for not keeping your promise to spend Christmas with him?

Grindelwald didn't mind this. Alexis knew that Grindelwald wouldn't mind. As long as Alexis wanted to, no matter what he did, Grindelwald would support it.

Talk about his "grand plan"?

Grindelwald didn't mind this either. No matter what plan Alexis made, Grindelwald would just listen quietly, encourage him, and let him do it.

Only then did Alexis suddenly realize that there was one less person in the world who supported him unconditionally.

Grindelwald may not be a good guardian. If he follows the Muggle government's adoption process, he may never get the right to adopt Alexis in his lifetime.

This is a solid old man with countless violent records, dark thoughts, bad character, and cunning behavior... Even though he was imprisoned in Nurmengard and promised not to leave this land, the wizarding world still treated him with caution.

But in Alexis's mind, Grindelwald is the best guardian.

As the sea breeze blew by, Alexis wrapped up her windbreaker tightly and huddled next to the tombstone, burying her head between her knees, and her big tears fell on the pumpkin patch.

The person who supported him unconditionally, the old man who was pissed all over him and was so angry that he jumped on his feet and yelled, the clumsy old guy who only made some props for horror movies, the one who turned his bedtime stories into a history of magic, The dark wizard whose childhood games turned into spell practice, the one who liked to fuss with children, the Grindelwald who taught him and supported him, is really gone...