Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

Newt's voice passed through the woods and echoed in everyone's ears.

"Belita, get out of the way." Hagrid put his right hand in front of his forehead to block the cold wind blowing towards him and others, and approached Belita step by step.

Because she was afraid of hurting Hagrid, Belitta slowed down her blocking speed. Taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone surrounded Grindelwald and Agarth.

Seeing that she could no longer stop them, Belita folded her wings and slowly landed on the ground, no longer trying to stop them.

He only agreed to help Agas stop them, but you can't blame him if he failed, because he did it anyway.

But even so, it didn't work.

Dumbledore looked pale as he stood beside Agarth, who had almost melted into the ice.

"Albus." Newt didn't dare to touch the thing that was burning.

"He lied to everyone." Newt's face was not very good. Before today, he always had a bad premonition, but after hearing what Agas said, everyone obeyed him with expectation.

"The Phoenix Nirvana can indeed be reborn."

"He gave all his blood to Grindelwald. He cannot achieve Nirvana relying only on his body and wizard's ability. Albus, the ashes of the phoenix are his destination."

Dumbledore's face turned completely pale after he said this.

"His thinness is not due to his rapid growth, but because he intentionally used his own blood to feed Grindelwald."

"If I cut off their connection..." His eyes were fixed on the part connected to the ice, and the wand in his hand was shaking.

"Albus, they will all die like this." Newt looked at the children who had always had a good relationship with Agassi, "This can't be accomplished overnight, you..."

He didn't finish his words because Rolf and Reinno's expressions were not very good.

"We can't just stand there and watch!" Hermione shouted. She walked up to Dumbledore and said, "Professor, there must be a way."

Dumbledore's lips moved slightly, and his eyes stared blankly at Agarth and Grindelwald, who was getting younger and younger.

He knew there was no other way.

The phoenix was clinging tightly to the ice, curled up into a ball. Its wings had slowly turned into ashes as the temperature of the fireworks rose. Agast's head was pressed against the ice, and he was looking at Grindelwald under the ice.

The blood flowing out of his body, the constantly draining vitality, and the increasingly younger Grindelwald all told him that he had succeeded.

Knowing that his actions would have an impact on Grindelwald, Agas has been planning the role of his blood.

It's so special.

The Phoenix's Nirvana can allow people to be reborn from the ashes, but Agas does not need this chance of rebirth.

The death of Agarth can only allow Grindelwald to survive, but it does not mean that Grindelwald's aging can be delayed.

Phoenix Nirvana, there is a phoenix, and someone wakes up from it, that's enough.

From the appearance of Belitta, to Agas' nirvana, and the specialness of the blood, it seemed as if everything was predestined. Everything worked together to save Grindelwald.

It was as if Agarth was destined to live for Grindelwald and die for him.

Argas blinked and looked Dumbledore in the firelight.

"Chiu~" he called softly.

He glanced at the friends around him and slowly closed his eyes.

He has no regrets, because he has gained everything he has not had.

The flames slowly devoured his body, and after the fireworks burned out, the ice that wrapped Grindelwald also melted.

Grindelwald had beautiful blond hair and a ruddy complexion. He lay quietly on the ground with his hands on his abdomen.

Next to him was a large mass of glowing red ashes.

Harry and Ron swallowed their saliva after watching the whole process, but Hermione shed tears sincerely.

And sitting slumped on the ground were George and his group.

George suddenly stood up, rushed to Leinno and punched him hard in the face.

"You are with Agas every day, how could you not know what Agas wants to do."

Lainno raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He did not refute or defend himself.

He knew that Agas had been studying the effects of his blood, but he really couldn't defend himself.

If he were a little more careful, a little more attentive, it would be fine.

"George! Calm down!" Fred grabbed him.

"I can't calm down!" The veins on George's neck emerged. "He shouldn't have died for such a ridiculous reason."

Rolf glanced at them, lowered his head, and his eyes were red.

"It's my fault." His voice was hoarse. "Grandpa didn't want to help Agas. I persuaded him to help."

"Blame me."

"Albus." The person lying on the ground opened his eyes, and his strange eyes met Dumbledore, whose body was stiff beside him.

"Albus," he called again.

Dumbledore's eyes were dazed. He looked at the young Grindelwald in front of him and murmured, "You saw everything today."

Grindelwald stood up from the ground, looked at the chaotic crowd around him, and then shouted to Wenda, who was crying and had red eyes, "Wenda, where is the box I asked you to prepare?"

Wenda took out a box from the bracelet that Agas gave him, walked up to Grindelwald, squatted down and handed it to him.

Grindelwald opened the box and slowly moved to the side of the ashes. He reached out his hand and started to dig into the thick ashes bit by bit. Finally, he found an egg among the ashes.

An egg only the size of a thumb.

After finding the egg, he breathed a sigh of relief. He then put all the ashes on the ground into the box, and finally put the thumb-sized egg in.

After seeing Grindelwald's actions, Newt quietly approached him and looked at the distance between himself and Grindelwald.

He sighed and said that except for the time when he caught Grindelwald, this was the first time he was so close to Grindelwald when he was awake.

He looked at the egg in Grindelwald's box and asked, "Let me see it too."

"No." Grindelwald refused directly.

Newt glanced at Dumbledore, then stared at the eggs in the box.

Dumbledore took a few trembling steps forward, but stumbled.

Grindelwald quickly stepped forward to support him, "Be careful."

"You knew that Agastache would save you, and you also knew that Agastache would die." Dumbledore pushed Grindelwald away, holding on and asking in a choked voice.

"Albus, I do know that Agas will save me. But I don't know how he will escape the bondage of fate."

Grindelwald grabbed Dumbledore's shoulders and looked him in the eye. "Besides, who told you he was dead?"