The Last Goodbye

"You know it's impossible."

"Then let me kiss you."

"……what?"

"If that's not possible, I really don't know what use you are—"

This time he got what he wanted.

"I'll just...sacrifice for the magic world." Albus left him with a smile, "There is something I'm curious about."

"Tell me." Grindelwald looked much better.

"What is the content of the prophecy?"

"Oh, that." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows indifferently, "There's no way to avoid it."

"what is it then?"

"You Gryffindors are really curious. Sooner or later you will fall into this..."

The blue eyes were still staring at him without blinking. Grindelwald sighed helplessly, "The prophecy said that I would be imprisoned by my lover for life." Albus laughed dumbly, "This is too inaccurate."

"Where is it inaccurate?"

"It's the International Court that's imprisoned you. Don't tell me you're in love with the International Court."

"Not the house."

"Ok?"

"This house can't lock me up, you know." The strange color's eyes flashed, and the black swan smiled evilly, "This is the only thing in this world that can lock me up." He raised his hand, gently Tapped the other person's left chest, "From the first time I saw you, to when I left this world."

Only your heart can hold me, Siegfried.

Grindelwald turned his head again, looking at the blue sky calmly, "I won't leave, at least not in your lifetime. Until then, they will... inherit my mission."

'The seeds have been scattered all over Europe by me. '

Gellert Grindelwald, never does things without giving himself a backhand.

Albus looked at him for a long time before smiling wryly, "...It sounds like you've accepted your fate."

Grindelwald just smiled nonchalantly, "Everything you give up, you get something, little bird." The blue-eyed wizard looked at him hesitantly for a while, then suddenly said, "It's getting late. I should go."

"I send you."

They walked towards the porch in silence, without saying a word.The black wizard opened the door for the other party in a gentlemanly way, "I can only send you here." He looked at the heavy wooden door regretfully, and suddenly raised his hand. Albus took a half step back reflexively.But Grindelwald didn't touch him.Fluorescence flickered in his hand, magically transformed into a bouquet of white lilies.

He didn't use a wand because he didn't have a wand.

He was no longer the master of the Elder Wand.

Yet his magic was still delicate, with dew glistening on every petal.The dark wizard handed them to each other, "You'll do me this favor, won't you?"

Albus took them in silence.

Grindelwald smiled gratifiedly, "...please." He gracefully gestured to the vast world outside the door, "Goodbye, old friend."

Albus should have left immediately, but he just stood there, looking down at the bouquet, "You know what?" he whispered, "I found out that the International Tribunal forgot to add anti-Phoenix magic to this house... ..."

Grindelwald stared at him blankly, and for a moment he couldn't believe what he heard, and after a while he smiled softly, "Thank you for your kindness, but the binding spell was not placed on this house, it was engraved on my in the soul."

"You misunderstood me." Albus was still staring at the lifelike textures on the petals, and he reached out to touch them, the white petals were cool and refreshing, "I know you can't get out." He said softly, "I I want to say that I don’t need the permission of the International Court of Justice, and I can come in at any time.”

Grindelwald froze again.The strange-colored eyes scrutinized each other carefully, as if he was going to cast a Revelio Charm with his gaze.His guest wasn't looking at him, and Albus seemed to be taking an unusually strong interest in the bouquet of lilies in his hand.The black wizard took half a step forward, leaned forward slightly, and put it close to another person's ear.This time Albus didn't dodge.

"How about...stay for dinner."

Grindelwald said softly.

"No, there are still some things in school that haven't been dealt with." Albus raised his head and smiled.He took a step back, before Grindelwald could touch his long auburn hair.He watched them with great nostalgia as they slipped away from his hands and floated into the grand sunshine outside the door.The golden sunlight danced on the fiery red hair, and it was light, soft, enthusiastic, and cold.

Grindelwald glanced at the door frame, "Damn it..."

He sounded happy and angry, expectant and helpless.

"Maybe next time." Albus hugged Lily and looked at him with a smile, "Next week...I have time too."

After he finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Grindelwald smiled and leaned against the door frame until the old friend's back disappeared at the end of the road.

"Godfather, what do you and Mr. Dumbledore want to eat tonight, I'll buy it later...Huh? Why are you standing here?" Dragan walked over and glanced at the door suspiciously, "Mr. Dumbledore has left? You didn't keep him Do you have dinner?"

"Why are you still here, kid? Didn't you say you were going to report to the coalition government?"

"I'll report next month."

Grindelwald passed him, walked into the living room without saying a word, picked up the phone and dialed a few numbers.

"Please connect me to Voldemort's office... Who am I? You're new here. I'm Gellert Grindelwald. Um, okay... Hello? Salazar, can you talk? Um... I'm too lazy to write..."

After half a minute, he put down the phone, "You report the day after tomorrow, go home and pack your luggage."

DraganKarkaroff stared at him dumbfounded, "You...are you trying to drive me away?"

"Yes." Grindelwald said bluntly, "you don't have to come and see me if you have nothing to do. Young people should go out and walk around more. Your godfather, I walked all over when I was young... well, you don't understand. Anyway, I will be in I watched your game on TV." Before Dragan could say another word, his godfather hummed a ditty and left without looking back.

The retirement life of a generation of hero Gellert Grindelwald.

So happy to start.

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Sand in the waves, leaf in the wind.If you are united for a long time, you will be divided, and if you are divided for a long time, you will be united.The light of the prairie fire, the fire of a single spark.Which can be without merit, and which can be without fault?The road is long, I search up and down.However, only later generations can laugh and comment.

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Author's Note: The pairings are Harry and Riddle and Grindelwald and Dumbledore.Main plot direction, medium-length novel, HE ending, the outline has been drawn up so there will be no pitfalls, monthly updates are guaranteed, and weekly updates are strived for. I hope readers like it.The significance of original characters is only to promote the plot, there is no original CP.

Various memes: The British Minister of Magic is actually a good politician. Except for historical figures, there are basically no bad guys in the characters who appear on the stage. Everyone just has different political opinions and each has his own way.The author arranged for Gellert the treatment that a failed revolutionary with a mass base would receive—being placed under house arrest in an old forest deep in the mountains.He failed to dominate the world, but someone succeeded in his cause, and his sacrifice saved his love and avoided another, more tragic fate.Anyway, he couldn't avoid being locked up, so he had to accept his fate.But he already has Albus, so I won't give him a bike, one Albus is worth ten Ferraris.Moreover, Gellert's dark history is too much, it is not suitable for a high-ranking chair, and he is also unstable. This kind of majestic and upright work should be handed over to the little sun at seven or eight o'clock who is rooted and young.Gellert and Albus are left to enjoy their retirement in a idyllic hideaway.

king of eternity

THE ONCE AND FUTURE KING, PARTI

2002

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times; it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness; it was the epoch of faith, it was the epoch of doubt; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; It's the spring of hope, it's the winter of despair; there's everything in front of people, and there's nothing in front of them; they're going straight to heaven; they're going straight to hell.

——"A Tale of Two Cities"

Draco Malfoy didn't know whether to be pleased or terrified.

The man was walking towards him briskly, his black wizard robes fluttering behind him, making him look like a big black bat.My Merlin! Draco was surprised to find himself planning an escape route.The man obviously didn't notice his nervousness, walked up to him in one breath, and said very rudely, "You're late, Councilor Malfoy."

"Professor Snape... well, I mean Severus," he paused for a moment, and sure enough, he saw the pair of dark eyes staring at him suspiciously, and Master Malfoy immediately realized that he had used the wrong address, "...Snape