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The platinum-haired youth nestled in Wenxiu Lord's arms and cried for a long time, his silent tears soaking his clothes, while the silver-haired boy just hugged him.

A gust of wind blew by, picked up a flower and placed it on the tombstone.

"Feel sorry."

Lucius raised his head, his platinum eyelashes were wet and stuck in wisps, and bloodshot appeared on the whites of his eyes, making him look even more miserable.

Wenxiu Lord shook his head, reached out to wipe the moisture from the young man's eyes, then held the young man in his arms, silently comforting him with his warmth.

"Lucius, you are not alone." I will help you because...

I love you as I love myself.

Lucius buried his head in the boy's arms, it was so warm, just like the arms of his mother in his vague memory.

After his mother's death, no one had such close contact with him anymore. He was just Lucius, not Luke anymore.

The young man raised his hands and for the first time took the initiative to hug the boy into his arms. He clenched the boy's clothes with both hands and curled his fingers tightly until they trembled in pain.

'Merlin, I pray, that he has mercy on me.'

Wenxiu Lord gently stroked the young man's platinum hair. The soft hair slipped through his fingers and he heard a whimper.

The apricot-white flowers presented by the wind to the tombstone swayed, moved little by little to the edge, and fell into the soil.

Today is a sunny day. I don’t know when, clusters of white clouds wandered in the sky, and finally gathered together, and a sun shower fell.

After staying there for a while and confirming that Lucius's mood had eased a lot, Wenxiu Lord felt a little relieved.

Before leaving, Wenxiu Lord gave the young man many instructions, and only after asking Lucius to promise to keep in touch every day did he feel at ease and got into the flying carriage to leave Malfoy Manor.

As soon as I returned to Lord Manor, before I even set foot into the castle, Wenxiu Lord apparated to Hogwarts.

The whole person appeared at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. At this time, the only person left in Hogwarts besides Dumbledore was the Forbidden Forest Guardian.

His sight fell on the dilapidated cabin not far away. The door was closed. It seemed that even Hagrid, the guard of the Forbidden Forest, had left and no one knew where he had gone.

Walking towards Hogwarts Castle, without the vitality of the students, the entire castle was silent and gloomy.

A faint sound of a phoenix's cry was heard in the distance. Wenxiu Lord stopped and stood still. Fox rushed to him, stood on his shoulder and rubbed his cheek affectionately.

It likes the boy and brings him a lot of delicious food every time he comes.

Wenxiu Lord, who was in a low mood, raised his hand, with a slight curve on the corner of his lips, and rubbed his knuckles along the direction of the feathers, "Fawkes, did Headmaster Dumbledore ask you to come?"

Fox nodded, flapped his wings and cried aggrievedly, complaining that the old man was exploiting him during the holidays and that his feathers had lost their luster.

"Thank you for your hard work." The smile in his eyes deepened a little, and Wenxiu Lord took out the dried dragon meat and handed it to Fox's mouth with ease, soothing Fox's emotions.

Fox shook his tail feathers happily, held the dried dragon meat in his mouth, grabbed Wenxiu Lord with his claws, and disappeared with the boy.

A figure jumped out of the flames. Wenxiu Lord straightened out the wrinkles on his clothes that appeared during the transmission. The wet marks on the collar had not dried yet, and there was a circle of dark shadow there, like a specially designed pattern.

"It looks like you just came back from his funeral."

The old man stood in front of the French window and spoke with his back to the young man.

The young man walked over to the old man and together they looked out over the view of Hogwarts.

"when are we leaving?"

The old man paused, then seemed to lose his temper. He turned his head and looked at the boy with his deep blue eyes, "Do you really have to go?"

After so many years, he still doesn't know how to face it.

"Abraxas Malfoy came to see you once before, but you didn't figure it out, did you? He is the only one in the world who knows souls and dark magic."

Wenxiu Lord ignored the old man's hesitation and snatched the sugar jar from him, saying, "Take your only wool sock with you and come back quickly. We still have to dig graves tonight."

Dumbledore sighed deeply. The candy in his hand was snatched away, which made him feel even more bitter.

The distant Black Tower in Austria welcomed two dazzling guests.

There are no guards in Nurmengard. Grindelwald is a prophet. He had predicted his future long ago and had made attempts. Now he is willing to trap himself in this tower.

Fawkes took Dumbledore and Vince Lord across mountains, rivers, lakes and seas. After the two men stood firm, the silver-haired boy found that they were less than half a meter away from the door and could push open the door in front of them with just a stretch of his hand.

The silver-haired boy turned his head, and the half-moon shaped lenses hid the emotions in Dumbledore's eyes.

How many times did I have to come here, and how many times did I hesitate in front of the door, to be able to reach this distance so accurately that it is within reach.

This time, the old man still did not stretch out his hand, even though the distance was short, even though the door had never been locked, a gentle push was all he needed.

Wenxiu Lord didn't reach out to push it, but kicked it. The door had been here for so long and was very dirty. He would not touch it.

His idea turned out to be right. With one kick, the door not only opened, but also fell to the ground.

Now Dumbledore won't have to hesitate whether to open the door next time he comes, because there is no door.

"Let's go."

Dumbledore was silent, and finally, perhaps to get his remaining half woolen sock, followed Vinciu Lord inside.

There is no light and ventilation here all year round, and the air is filled with the smell of mold and a damp basement.

The two of them walked up the steep stairs that were only wide enough for one person, stopping and starting along the way, and climbed from the ground to the top floor.

Vince Lord and Dumbledore were both exhausted and panting. The silver-haired boy supported his slightly bent knees with his hands, regretting very much that he did not bring a flying broom.

Along with two heavy gasps, the sound of chains rubbing against the ground came from the innermost closed door on the top floor.

Wenxiu Lord stood where he was, signaling with his eyes to Dumbledore beside him to come over quickly.

Of course Dumbledore had to be the one to negotiate with Grindelwald, and Vincent Lord guaranteed that he had absolutely no selfish motives.

Well, only a little bit, mainly because Vinci Lord felt that he couldn't beat the one inside. After all, when it comes to bewitching people, Grindelwald is truly unrivaled.

The gazes around him were too intense, and even Dumbledore could not stand the teasing in the boy's eyes. He pretended to be calm and walked forward, but in fact he didn't know what attitude he should adopt to face the people in the room.

We haven't seen each other for so long that he became the timid one, or rather, he has always been the timid one.

Wenxiu Lord was standing at the entrance of the corridor stairs, sitting on the steps to rest. He did not listen to what the two talked about, mainly because he tried but did not hear it.

The sound of the rusty iron door opening with difficulty reached Wenxiu Lord's ears, and he knew that the two had finished their conversation.

He stood up, brushed off the dust on his body, turned around, and saw two white-haired old men standing in front of the young man.

The short-haired old man's eyes were still sharp and clear, without a trace of cloudiness. After seeing Wenxiu Lord, he shook the shackles on his hands and said, "Finally I see you, little prophet."

The clothes the old man was wearing were clean and thin, and you could tell they were a bit old. The collar and cuffs of his clothes were frayed, and so were his pants, clean but tattered. The only thing covering his feet was a pair of brand new, warm wool socks.