The Last Goodbye

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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.

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BLINDEDBYLOVE, PARTI

1938

As the sun sets, the bricks of the church are stained a warm cream.

Harry stood on the balcony on the second floor, quietly gazing at the brilliant flowers.The sunflowers are blurred into a dazzling gold under the sunlight, which is scorchingly bright.

"It will be a little dazzling after a long time, isn't it?"

Harry nodded, turning to look at the person walking beside him. Aberforth Dumbledore stood up straight, and he was looking at the other person solemnly, "I have to apologize for my previous behavior, Professor Potter."

"Call me Harry." The young man smiled and continued to look at the dazzling flower.

"Do you have any brothers, Harry?"

The youth shook his head.

"You're lucky." Aberforth smiled wryly, "You're luckier than Albus."

Harry hesitated a bit, "Aberforth, I believe you're a very good…"

But the other party sighed, "...I am a big burden for him, since childhood. Me and..." He paused, "Albus always takes care of us."

"You take care of each other and support each other." Harry said softly, "You are family."

Aberforth nodded. "How is your family, Harry?"

The corner of the young man's eyebrows twitched slightly, but Harry didn't turn his face away, "They're gone."

"I'm very sorry."

"It's okay." The young man's voice was very calm, "It was when I was very young, it seems like it happened in my previous life."

"Yeah, like a lifetime ago." Aberforth repeated his words.He also looked at the brilliant flower.The setting sun slowly set in front of them, pulling the slender branches out of mottled shadows. Aberforth suddenly said to himself, "...I never show it, but actually... I was happy when he showed up, and I was really happy at first."

Harry turned his head suspiciously.

"I've never seen Albus so happy, so... full of life. They talk all night long and are inseparable during the day. My brother is willing to share everything with him. I know... he doesn't have many friends at school. No matter how good he is , the other students still ostracize him because of his father. I know he doesn't have a single bosom friend. So you can imagine how, how..."

He took a deep breath.

"I thought someone could finally walk into his heart, so I was really happy. In fact, it's not that I don't understand him. I have to strictly keep the secret of my sister's madness and my father's injustice, and I can't reveal it to my only friend... When my mother died Interrupting his travels, the burden of his sister hindering his great future, I know... how hard it is for him. Let a genius be stuck here for the rest of his life, guarding a patient. So I said to him, I will Taking care of my sister, I don't care about going to school. If only he agreed at that time..."

He smiled sadly.

"But I became more and more dissatisfied with him, and I prevented him from taking my sister around to give lectures. She was too young. Those thoughts were too difficult for her, too dangerous. I started to feel repulsed by that person, even though He's the only one my brother has ever been with. I always feel like he's using them, trying to control them... with his charming looks, his words and his scheming. Albus must have sensed that too. Of the three of us, he's the smartest Yes. But what I didn't expect was..." Aberforth choked up, and he forced himself to continue, "What I didn't expect was... my brother was more lonely and more... desperate than I saw."

So lonely.So much so that he couldn't lose this friend.

So desperate.So much so that he couldn't lose this dream.

"...He always finds reasons for him, wants to forgive him, wants to give him another chance, proves that he can trust him." Aberforth's voice became bitter, "Love always... blinds us. "

Harry looked into the opposite blue eyes in shock - they were so pure and determined, like the sky washed by a thunderstorm.

Aberforth looked back at him deeply too.

"No matter what my brother does, I still love him. Maybe I'll always give him another chance. So I understand why he talked Grindelwald out. I can't forgive him, but I know...Albus just made a mistake Everyone makes mistakes." He paused.His blue eyes were sad and deep, and it seemed that words could no longer express his emotions, "I really appreciate you very much. Thank you for saving my brother—I hope he lives no matter what."

The sun had completely sunk into the horizon.Behind them, Zixia filled the sky.

The cloud is rapidly fading its flushed color, like an extinguished flame, and like diffused gunpowder smoke.Some people were born in turbulent times, and they are destined to shoulder responsibilities there, whether they live or die.They cannot escape because they are born that way.More powerful.More fearless.

It also often bears a more tragic fate.

"He won't die," Harry said suddenly. "Even without me, he won't die. I didn't understand why before, but now I do."

Aberforth looked at him suspiciously.

"Grindelwald didn't do the killing. He should be glad he didn't, or he'd just reap the consequences... Do you know SacrficiumCharm?"

"...Sacrifice Curse?"

The young man nodded, "The caster voluntarily gave up the chance to live, and sacrificed his life to protect the caster."

The blue eyes on the opposite side widened slightly, "You mean..."

"Albus has the spell." Harry said firmly, "You have it too."

He needn't say much. Aberforth gripped the railing beside him tremblingly.

"So Grindelwald can't kill him." The young man turned his head and looked at the brilliant flower again, "No matter how powerful his mana is, he can't overcome Ariana Dumbledore's love for his brothers."

Because she paid the price with her life-this was the last spell cast by this girl who couldn't even control her own magic power when she was dying. Ariana Dumbledore's life is like this splendid flower, silently growing and blooming in this valley, and also withering and dying here.Her life was warm and short, full of her heavy feelings for her relatives.

"You're right, Aberforth." Harry sighed, "It does blind us."

It makes us cowardly, fearful, and hesitant.It makes us credulous to those false words and beautiful lies.But it also gives us hope and strength, making us strong, brave and fearless.It allows us to live happily and die without hesitation.

"Maybe we are willingly blinded by it. Maybe that's...its power and meaning."

Aberforth covered his mouth tremblingly.Those blue eyes, exactly like his brother's, were filled with crystal clear tears.

When Harry returned to the living room, he saw Nicolas Flamel polishing a tall mirror.It stood against the ceiling, and any higher would poke a hole in it. "Eris?" The young man raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect to reunite with the magic mirror here. "Let me help you." He took the cloth from the other party's hand and wiped off the dust on the frame. Harry's hand slowly stroked the words on the top of the mirror: What I reflect is not your face, but the desire in your heart.He couldn't help but glance into the mirror - but it was empty.He moved closer, almost touching the mirror now, but there was still only Flamel in the mirror.

Harry turned to look at the old man.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" the alchemist smiled kindly, "would be a nice hiding place, wouldn't it?"

"Hideout?"

Flamel walked over to him and pulled a bright red stone from his pocket. Harry recognized it immediately.

"It seems that you recognize it." A gleam flashed in the old man's eyes.He put the stone back into his pocket and waved his hand towards the mirror, "Try it, can you take it out?" The young man looked at the magic mirror again.Show me the Philosopher's Stone.he thought to himself.Then I felt something fall into my pocket. Harry reached out and pulled out the red stone. "You passed the test," Flamel applauded.He turned his head to look at the other two who appeared at the door of the living room at some time.

"I said he's all right!" Slughorn blinked happily. "What do you think of this mechanism, Harry? Only people who want to find the Philosopher's Stone, but don't want to use it, should take it out of the mirror. I think Albus's idea is brilliant."