The Last Goodbye

Like them, they will accept me.I actually allowed them to use me and hurt me because I wanted so much to be accepted.But in fact, from the very beginning, there were only two endings to this matter.Either we conquer them, or we are conquered by them.

The fire in the grate made a small crackle.

Grindelwald waved his hand and cast a soundproofing spell around the two of them. Riddle knew he was getting to the point.He put down the glass and signaled the other party to listen with his eyes. "You're a very bright boy, Salazar." Grindelwald leaned forward, his strange eyes shining in the firelight, "Let's make a deal. You do me one thing, and I'll do what I can Make your wish come true."

"my wish?"

"In a kingdom ruled by wizards, you'll be the ruling class. It's just one of many things I can promise you, as long as you help me get this done."

"Oh?" Riddle raised his eyebrows, "Let's hear it?"

"There is something I need in your school, and I know exactly where it is. I need you to bring it to me."

"Why don't you go get it yourself?"

"I can't get it."

"You think I can get it?"

"I know you can get it." Grindelwald smiled. "Or rather, it's not you... but your guardians can get it."

The person on the opposite side frowned.This small movement did not escape Grindelwald's eyes.

"How do you know he can get it?" Riddle looked at him alertly, a little magic power already overflowing from him.

Aha, this is also a gifted child, truly worthy of being the descendant of Salazar Slytherin. Grindelwald was overjoyed. Merlin really took care of him. "I know a lot of things," he said softly, "like... your guardian lost his soul?"

Riddle pulled out his wand suddenly, and the stick whizzed through the air. "It was you last night!" He pointed the tip of his staff directly between the eyebrows of the other party.

Grindelwald just stretched out a finger and gently pushed the stick away. "I just saved the lives of you and your friend. You should know that I have no malicious intentions." His tone was soft and gentle, and he looked at the other party as if he was looking at a tender seedling that had just sprouted, full of love and affection, "My whole life They are all looking for powerful wizards, wizards like you and your guardians. You are my important allies and the cornerstone of this new world."

But Riddle didn't have time to talk nonsense with him, "What the hell did you do last night?"

"Didn't do anything that would hurt him." Grindelwald put down his hand and looked at the opponent's weapon calmly, neither dodging nor defending.The tip of the boy's staff emitted a menacing white light.But the dark wizard didn't move.After a while, the light of the wand gradually dimmed.

Grindelwald smiled gratefully.The timing is right now.

He's going to drop that last straw.

"I have a way to get him back," he said sincerely.

"You read his memory." Riddle stared at him, the knuckles holding the wand were slightly white from the excessive force.

The black wizard bowed his head apologetically.When he raised his head again, his eyes were still so kind and friendly.His expression was like that of a loving father. "Think about it." His voice was soft and soft, like a roll of silk satin, "Think about it, Salazar. You don't need to hide anymore, you don't need to hide your power. You will be one of the leaders of the new world." One. Those who have tortured you and hurt you will become your slaves. I can promise you wealth, glory, status, territory. I can promise that history will remember your name. I can promise that I will do my best To help you and your guardian. I promise to restore him, to live with you in the new world you helped me create. And all I need is the Philosopher's Stone."

Riddle was still staring at him. Grindelwald also looked back deeply.He waits.After a while, the person opposite put down his wand.The black wizard raised the corners of his mouth in relief.

"Mr. Grindelwald," Riddle held out his right hand to him, "do you dare to make an unbreakable oath?"

The eyes of different colors in the firelight narrowed their eyes appreciatively.

Grindelwald smiled contentedly.

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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 stalks: Congratulations to the human trafficker Grindelwald for his successful abduction.After the two major strategic failures of Dumbledore and Credence, I feel that Grindelwald is also pitiful, so I let him succeed once out of selfishness, and comfort him for his hard work in protecting Deng's grave.In fact, I have always felt that these four protagonists have a very big thing in common, that is, they bring their own Amway, so I have been writing all kinds of nagging about them.According to the plan, this article has a total of 36 chapters. By the time this chapter is officially written, it is basically four people who are fighting wits and courage, falling in love with each other and killing each other. Hit the ground on the bed...cough.

Sphinx

SPHINX, PARTI

1939

It's May, and the final exam is drawing to a close.The library was full of young wizards who were hard at work. Abraxas sat between two bookshelves, quietly reviewing Potions. Alphard was half reclining on the sofa next to him, procrastinating and juggling a Snitch.He let it fly a few feet, then quickly caught it back.His reflexes are fantastic. "I really envy Salazar." He said boredly, "It's easy to get the dean's gold medal for avoiding death."

"You think it's easy to get an O for every homework?" Abraxas glanced at him from between the pages. "You should review the Potion of Oblivion. What are the three core formulas?"

"I forgot." The black-haired boy said absently, "Where did he go? He's always been mysterious this semester."

"Maybe with Harry." The platinum boy lowered his head again, continuing to review the lengthy potions notes.

The exam is in progress.The corridors on the seventh floor of Hogwarts were empty, and there was no one there.At the end of the corridor hung a huge carpet.Silly Barnabas in the blanket is trying to teach the troll the ballet.Opposite the tapestry is a blank wall.Suddenly, a pattern appeared on the white wall.The patterns were intertwined and quickly merged into a smooth door.The brass handle slid down slightly, and with a click, the door opened and closed, before disappearing without a trace.

On Requirement The room is brightly lit.

Riddle ripped off the Invisibility Cloak covering himself and Harry.

They were standing in a large empty room, facing a strange animal in the middle of the room.Its body was the size of two lions, with huge paws and a long yellow tail.The animal turned its head and it had a woman's face.The golden mane surrounds the soft face, which is elegant and dignified.

It's the Sphinx.

"As expected." Riddle smiled confidently.He spent a semester exploring the checkpoints guarding the Philosopher's Stone. This first obstacle was naturally the masterpiece of Galatea Merrythought--Although Dean Ravenclaw is a well-known combat faction, she is most famous What he is proud of is his own wisdom.

"You're here." The Sphinx said, her voice low and hoarse, "Are you looking for something?" Riddle nodded.

The sphinx stood up.She is really huge.The boy looked thin and small in front of him. "If you want to pass here, you have to guess my riddle." She walked around Riddle, sizing him up with her slender almond eyes, "If you guess once, I'll let it go. If you don't, I'll attack. If you don’t answer, I’ll let you retreat without hurting you.”

Riddle glanced at Harry and signaled him to stand away with his eyes.

The young man stepped back obediently.The boy looked at Sphinx, "Please." Sphinx said.

I'm of the poor, I'm of the king

I am a song, a poem, a book

I make you laugh and cry

I am the beginning and the end of tragedy

like a pomegranate, like a woman, like a happy prince

like a soul, like a husband, like my name

I am the starry sky in the gutter, the art being judged

True love is not tame, true love has no smooth path

She finished.The yellow tail wagged slightly.

Riddle pursed his lips and smiled - it was more than expected...

It's much harder.

He has absolutely no clue. "Can you say that again?" he asked tentatively.The Sphinx blinked softly and repeated.Belonging to the poor.belongs to the monarch.It's a song, it's a poem, it's a book.So... is it to guess a writer?Pomegranate, woman, happy prince, soul, husband, my name...it doesn't sound like anything.Wait...my name?its name?Sphinx?

He had a flash of inspiration.

"What are the last two sentences?"

The Sphinx repeated it again.

aha.confidence