Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

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Nurmengard Bunker, Austria, 1980

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In the dark room, an old man stood quietly beside the iron window. One of his eyes was like a sky-blue gem, while the other was an extremely deep black.

He is 97 years old this year. He has not had this feeling for 1945 years, since he was imprisoned here in .

Ah, it’s been such a long time.

When?

When was the last time you felt like you were chosen by God?

As if he had gained the approval of the whole world, he promoted his ideas and led his people towards a better future...

That was when he had completely broken off with his friends, brothers, companions, family... and lover in his life.

Thirty-five years began from that moment, like a flash of crazy lightning that shattered all the dark fog.

Maybe his ideas have been right all these years?

his name……

It was Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Tsk, I forgot, Al himself said that his name is very long... He doesn't like me calling him by his full name...

And... my name is...?

Ah, to be locked up alone in this Nurmengard prison...

As its builder, the initiator of the wizard revolution, and the one who tried to spread the magic fire of revolution to burn the whole world...

Haha, I actually have so many names...

Gellert, Gellert Grindelwald.

The old man raised his hand and gently stroked the rusty iron window in front of him and the stone bricks covered with a layer of moss.

Nothing could contain Grindelwald thirty-five years ago, nothing.

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That feeling is getting closer...

It started to drizzle, and Grindelwald stood in front of the window, quietly watching the raindrops hitting the distance, hitting in front of his eyes, hitting the windowsill, and hitting his body.

Grindelwald returned to the bed and took out a worn-out stick that looked like a dead branch.

This is probably its last great achievement...

The blood oath was once made by this magic wand, and fate has determined that it will also end with it.

However, it is a pity that the other person in the blood oath is not here to witness all this at this moment.

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Since that day, this magic wand, which was only regarded as a memorial, collected a drop of blood from each of the two young men. Those were two drops of fresh blood that continued to flow. They belonged to them alone and were closely connected to their souls.

The old man grinned. He had never imagined that this situation would happen today.

Who would have thought that a joke I made with my lover would come true...

Even though it's only one drop, it's enough.

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The old man's fingers flicked over his wand, and a hazy glow enveloped him, lengthening the shadows in the dim room.

At that moment, he was like a lonely god coming from heaven and looking down at the world.

For an old man who has been planning alone for thirty-five years, any mistake is an intolerable insult to his life.

This is the redemption that belongs only to him, Grindelwald.

For thirty-five years, he would not forget anything - neither the disaster he had brought to the world nor the compensation he might soon be able to make.

Or it could be the greater, unsolvable destruction that could result;

Is it repentance or redemption?

To myself, or to him...

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"Wow—"

A black eagle flew out of the window. The magic spell in its body had already been perfected. From the inside out, it looked like an incomparably exquisite work of art...

Its core stems from the intricate and entangled fate of the two people;

Its body was formed from the blood and souls of two people that had blended seamlessly together for generations;

Its magic...

It comes from an old man's thirty-five years of boundless repentance and endless spiritual redemption.

The old man leaned against the wall, staring at the disappearing black dot in the sky, watching the nimble bird flying through the rain and gradually going away.

He knew that the black eagle would fly to England, back to London, to be as close as possible to his old friend.

Then a superb, unrepeatable Transfiguration spell will be triggered, and it will transform into a human form...

Although, this funny little guy didn't have an innocent childhood.

But, as an independent being, it will eventually become the only offspring of Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore...

Ahhh, this sounds really weird...

I wonder if Albus will like this child?

He had waited for this day for too long...

Thirty-five years...

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The old man's tired body slid down the stone wall, breathing heavily, and tried his best to curl himself up in an old cotton sheet.

He was weak, without any magic power at this moment, and no longer had the unparalleled demeanor of a demon king who could subvert the world;

Now he is just an old man - and he has bet everything on this child.

He quietly waited for his future destiny.

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But, that was nineteen years later...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, as if it was determined to shake Nurmengard, who remained unmoved in the wind and rain, into pieces.

In such a violent storm, the old man smiled for the third time tonight. With a happy smile on his face, he sank into a beautiful dream, a beautiful dream...

In that illusory and wonderful dream, perhaps there are memories of his youth and the person he once loved deeply...

In his dream, perhaps, he will see the person he wants to see most?

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"Long time no see, Al..."

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Godric's Hollow.

It was a moonlit night and the weather was very good.

How good is it?

It's so good that even an old lady with poor legs and who hasn't gone out for half a month would suddenly want to go out for a walk.

"Oh, Merlin's razor, why is there a child here..."

Although the voice is old and hoarse, it contains an energy that even young people cannot match.

The old man who was talking to himself was named Bathilda Bagshot.

"Oh my... my old bones... forget it, forget it, what a poor little creature... this... oh my..."

The crying of the child softened Bathilda's heart, and she picked up the child lovingly.

Grindelwald is her great-nephew and she is Grindelwald's great-aunt.

Of course, this was only a relationship of seniority. Bathilda did not actually exercise much supervision over her great-nephew, and Grindelwald was quite free during his youth.

This still energetic little old lady lives alone in Godric's Hollow.

As for her neighbors... they were the former Dumbledore family - they were all acquaintances, and Britain was only this small...

Too bad no one lives there anymore...

Old Bathilda, who was alone and had long felt lonely, made up her mind—that is, she wanted to take care of the child:

At least it wouldn't be any scarier than writing a textbook for those nitpicking people:

She has been deleting and revising a lot in the past half month. Hogwarts has very high requirements for the quality of teaching materials... I don’t know what happened last year that they have to re-edit again...

Old Bathilda curled her lips, stopped thinking about these annoying things, turned around and carried the child back to her hut.

The child's crying gradually subsided, and his eyes, one blue and one black, became as bright as gems.

These eyes, as bright as stars, are a symbol of his extraordinary bloodline and will also determine his unique life.

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