The Charles Becomes a Wizard

However, the war came to an abrupt end before it developed to that point.

Although Dumbledore's reaction speed is not as fast as Voldemort's, he still has many more years of combat experience than Voldemort.

As he risked his life to save another, Voldemort was hit by a spell and completely turned into ashes in front of everyone.

Once Voldemort was dead, his Death Eaters, who had gathered together out of fear or greed, naturally could not continue to fight to the death. Those who reacted quickly used Apparition to leave the Forbidden Forest at the first opportunity, while those who were a little slower were captured by the angry wizards.

After they had pinned down all the people, these wizards who had fought so hard suddenly felt a sense of unreality when they looked at the devastated battlefield.

The Forbidden Forest suddenly became quiet.

They still held their wands tightly in their hands, looking around blankly but not knowing what to do next.

The dark cloud called Voldemort had been hanging over the heads of wizards for too long, and they couldn't believe that the Dark Lord really died in front of them.

"The mysterious man is dead?" someone in the crowd said in shock.

This simple sentence was like turning on a button. Some people cheered, some went crazy, and some people suddenly burst into tears as they looked at the body that had fallen beside them.

Dumbledore's gaze fell on the disheveled, young corpses, and a trace of sadness flashed in his blue eyes. He closed his eyes, exhaled deeply, and then said loudly: "The war is not over yet! Hogwarts still needs us!"

Upon hearing this, the wizards all came out of their excitement. A small number of wizards who had no children attending Hogwarts were left behind to clean up the battlefield and guard the war prisoners, while most of them immediately used Apparition to move themselves into the castle.

No one noticed that Dumbledore's arms were trembling slightly under his wide wizard robes.

Dumbledore is no longer young after all. Although he successfully defeated Voldemort, the continuous and high-intensity use of advanced spells and Voldemort's attacks put great pressure on his body.

If his willpower wasn't strong enough, he wouldn't even be able to stand up straight without any external force.

Dumbledore knew that what he needed most now was rest.

But the war is not over yet, and he cannot feel at ease unless he sees it to the end with his own eyes.

The situation at Hogwarts was much better than Dumbledore had imagined. After the news of Voldemort's death spread, the Death Eaters and werewolves were defeated one after another, and the moment they saw Dumbledore appear, they completely lost the courage to continue fighting.

As for the giant?

They had already become corpses in Sebastian's hands.

Most of the historic castle was destroyed in the battle, and there were large and small fallen rocks everywhere, almost reducing it to ruins.

The wizards who were finally able to relax sat together in groups of three or four, allowing their fatigue to spread. Many young wizards who had not yet graduated even fainted from exhaustion the moment Dumbledore announced the official end of the war.

Among so many people, Dumbledore saw Gellert at a glance.

The day when they broke up completely was exactly the same as his memory, which made Dumbledore feel a little dazed, as if time had gone back to the past.

Dumbledore looked at Gellert. Dumbledore, who was surrounded by the crowd, suddenly pushed the crowd away and strode towards Gellert.

He thought he owed him an apology.

He thought, maybe he could buy him a cup of coffee without any purpose...

I hope he won't reject me.

"Mr. Dumbledore! Can I shake your hand?" A figure suddenly appeared next to him. He looked like a young student with a dirty face that could not be seen clearly. He looked at Dumbledore with eyes full of admiration and extended his hand expectantly. "I heard that you defeated the mysterious man single-handedly!"

"Oh, child, of course." Dumbledore was a little nervous in his heart, but he still showed a kind smile on his face.

When their palms touched, Dumbledore suddenly felt a sharp pain in his fingertips. The slight pain made his heart skip a beat. He looked down and saw a deep scar on the boy's palm. There was a tiny wooden thorn in the wound, which pierced Dumbledore's finger and caused some red liquid to appear on his hand.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!" The boy seemed startled and he hurriedly hid his hands behind his back.

Dumbledore looked at his flustered face, raised his hand and patted his shoulder, and said to him in a gentle voice, "It's okay, go and treat your wound."

The boy blushed and stammered as he apologized to Dumbledore again, then trotted towards the healer sent by St. Mungo's.

Dumbledore paused for a moment and continued walking towards Gellert.

Thanks to Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet, many people present had heard about the stories of the great white wizard and Mr. Grindelwald. After noticing Dumbledore's target, their eyes involuntarily followed suit.

They have given so much in this war, this is the reward they deserve!

"You two should have something to talk about." Ciel smiled and glanced at Gellert. "Do you need me to step aside for a moment?"

"If it's not too much trouble for you." The one who answered him was Dumbledore who had just walked up to them.

"Of course not." Charles nodded at Dumbledore, then ignored Gellert who was hesitant to speak behind him and walked towards Draco.

"You have found an excellent heir." Dumbledore sighed in a low voice as he looked at Charles' back, who kept his back straight even though his face showed fatigue.

"Of course," Gellert said, crossing his arms over his chest, with a hint of boasting in his tone, "He did a lot of work tonight."

Dumbledore looked at Gellert, and his heart suddenly relaxed. A smile flashed in his blue eyes. The last time Gellert showed such a childish expression in front of him, it seemed like it happened in his previous life.

Maybe it's not completely impossible for them to continue to be friends.

Dumbledore opened his mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly he felt a surge of blood in his chest. He vomited blood and fell backwards.

"Al!" Gellert's pupils shrank suddenly, and he subconsciously reached out to catch him.