The Last Goodbye

gone.This little guy is so stubborn that he doesn't know what to say... Grindelwald smiled bitterly in his heart.

forget it.let him go.It's useless anyway.

"You can go out next week." He simply changed the subject. Harry immediately looked at him curiously, as if he had forgotten about the heart-wrenching matter in an instant.This careless character is also very interesting.

Grindelwald's mood improved a bit.Dealing with the Germans was a chore, but spending time with Harry would relax him.Although this little guy always has to fight against him, compared with those politicians, he is still much more innocent and cute.

"Take you to meet someone next week. I need you to behave better, get it?" he said softly. Harry nodded.It seems that he really wants to go out... Grindelwald thought to himself, and suddenly felt that this is not a bad idea, so he said, "If you behave well, you can go out often in the future." The young man looked very happy, narrowing his green eyes Eyes smile at him.You see, it would have been nice to be obedient and obedient. Grindelwald also smiled, "You go down. Rest early."

Harry nodded to him and left the restaurant.Grindelwald sat for a while after he left, and finally got up and walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of milk—if this continues, the most powerful dark wizard in all of Europe will probably die of malnutrition—he satirized while drinking the milk Thinking about it, he suddenly missed Albus's craftsmanship.

The dark wizard shook his head.He was thinking about something messy, and now he had more important things to think about.For example, how to deal with the group of French people?If you do too much, you will have to tear yourself apart with Britain and the United States.That would be troublesome.What he needed was a united wizarding world, or at least a united European wizarding world.If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't have to go to great lengths to try to break the international secrecy law through legal means.He had to get public opinion on his side.He had to be recognized by the international wizarding community—that group of Muggles were termites that would devour the world, pests that would one day poison the wizarding world.

Because that's what it is.I didn't use the Imperius Curse on any Nazis.He thought sarcastically, putting down the glass in his hand.I didn't tell them to massacre their own countrymen and invade other people's motherlands.He put his finger on the rim of the glass and watched the remaining milk on the side of the glass turn into steam inch by inch.I just provided them with a little financial and technical support.Why can't those Frenchies just understand?These Muggles are more evil than I am.The magic gradually fell to the bottom of the cup, and with a light touch, he turned the whole cup into a handful of crystal clear sand.Why couldn't Albus understand?Obviously I was right. With a wave of Grindelwald's hand, the handful of sand was blown away.Just wait and see, Albus.One day, you have to stand by my side.

A silver stag poked its head out of the kitchen door and interrupted his train of thought.The Patronus walked over slowly, shaking its long crown-like antlers.It shot Grindelwald a haughty look.The black wizard couldn't help laughing.The kid's pets were as proud as he was.He reached out to touch it, but the Patronus avoided his hand in disgust and ran away.And hate me too. Grindelwald raised an eyebrow.He didn't blame Harry.This kid is so smart, he must have guessed it long ago-he will eventually become a victim of this war.

But compared to the wizarding world as a whole, it was a small sacrifice.

Harry walked back to his room in silence, locked the door, and sat down against the door panel.He took a long breath of relief.The green eyes looked up at the ceiling, wandered aimlessly for a while, and finally lowered them.The young man hugged his knees and buried his face deeply in his arms.Suddenly, a silver stag passed through the wall and stopped beside him.

Harry's shoulders were shaking slightly.The stag knelt down and rested its shaggy head on Harry's shoulder.It looked a bit worried, and it rubbed its face affectionately at those around it.

Harry finally looked up, and it turned out that he was smiling happily.

The stag looked at him in surprise.

"Am I acting well?" Harry said lightly, moving his tight shoulder armor, the nerves injured by the piercing carpal bone were still throbbing and throbbing. "That bastard is too ruthless." He complained.

The Patronus put his head on his shoulder reproachfully.The young man patted it, "Don't be angry with me. If I don't get angry with him, he will definitely become suspicious. If he takes Legilimency on me, we will reveal our truth." He tilted his head coquettishly , Leaning on the stag's body, "He thought you were my patron saint, didn't he?" The stag nodded.

"Oh, how can I be so smart?" Harry grinned proudly.The stag seemed to roll his eyes.The young man raised his hand and cast a soundproof spell around them. Harry stopped smiling, and looked seriously at the Patronus beside him.

"Have you searched the whole manor?" The stag nodded. "Have you found it?" The stag shook his head. "It really won't be that easy..." Harry frowned and thought for a while, but the Patronus looked at him nervously.

"Don't worry, I won't act rashly." Harry said softly, "And that bastard won't really do anything to me, it's still useful for him to keep me."

He sighed softly, gazed longingly at the stag's long antlers, then reached out and touched it.His hand slowly stroked the smooth fur of the patron saint, as soft as touching the skin of a lover.

"You're beautiful. Let me see it a little longer," he said softly.The stag's big watery eyes looked at him sadly. Harry took a deep breath, "To be safe, let's do it as soon as possible." He drew his wand and pressed it to his temple. Harry stared calmly at the stag, and the stag stared back at him.For a moment it looked as if it wanted to stop him, but in the end it just knelt down quietly, clinging to Harry.

"You'll come back for me, right?"

nod.

"You won't want me?"

Shaking his head.

"You won't leave me, will you?"

Shaking his head.

"Okay. I trust you."

Harry closed his eyes.

"Obliviate."

He let the spell hit him mercilessly.

Tom Riddle sat quietly in front of the fireplace, fingers crossed to his lips.There was a lot of activity in the common room, but no one seemed to bother him.After a while, the lively voices around stopped abruptly, and several students gasped in surprise.

coming. Riddle put his hands down.

"Merlin, look at that!"

"It's so beautiful, whose is it?"

"When did it come in?"

A silver stag passed straight through the students, walked slowly to the fireplace under their admiring eyes, and stopped beside Riddle.The boy didn't pay attention to the other students' whispers at all, just watched it quietly, then drew out his wand, and said, "Finite Incantatem." The stag raised its head proudly, turning into specks of silver dust in the firelight.The afterglow of the patron saint shattered into the young man's dark eyes, as if someone cast a star into the night.

The students around him stared at him dumbfounded.

"Salazar," Parkinson said first, "that...was your Patronus?" That's pretty advanced magic.

Her junior hummed, and seemed to be thinking about something else. Riddle didn't say anything more, but walked directly to the door of the cellar, then turned around, and took a last look at the students of the Snake Academy. "Goodbye." He said softly, his voice was cold and gentle, but with an indescribable determination, then he pushed open the door and left without looking back.

Riddle walked briskly down the long corridors.The closing time was coming soon, and the armor and paintings on the road were dutifully reminding him, but he ignored them.The boy walked fast and firmly without stopping a step, and finally stood still in front of a mermaid sculpture.The mermaid turned to look at him, "Password?" she asked mechanically.

"I don't know. I want to see the vice-principal."

"Okay." The sculpture said briskly, "He has been waiting for you for a long time."

She flashed a cryptic smile at Riddle, then slapped her tail, causing a splash of water.The secret door opens. Riddle took a breath and walked up the narrow winding staircase slowly.The wonderful sound of jingling echoed around, and he passed through the small room full of silverware, and went straight to the innermost part. Dumbledore was reading papers at his desk.Seeing him coming in, he raised his eyes and smiled.He didn't seem at all surprised that students came to him at this hour.

"Professor Dumbledore." The boy stopped in front of the other's desk, "I..." He paused, looking into the pair of crystal blue eyes across the long table, "...good evening."

"Good evening, Salazar." Dumbledore still looked at him tenderly, then waved his hand.There was an extra plate of Turkish sweets on the desk. "Do you want lemon or strawberry?" He let the ceramic plate float in front of Riddle. "Blueberry would be nice too."

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