The Last Goodbye

Under the clutches of ld.

And in the entire European continent, how many people were devoured by the war because of his fault?They were too far away for him to see or hear.If Harry hadn't appeared, he could have been lying to himself that those people had nothing to do with him.But he did know, he always knew in his heart, he knew how many people were suffering tragic fates as a result of his mistakes.

Yes, the Muggles had insulted him.But among them, isn't there someone like Harry Potter?What mistakes did those wizards make, but they would lose their homeland because of the war. Abraxas had advised him to stop in time. Harry hated Grindelwald, he knew it but didn't care. Slughorn and Galatea trusted him wholeheartedly, and he had used their trust despicably.

Even if he loved Harry, even if he used love as an excuse, wouldn't his love itself be selfish?How could he not understand that Harry would never agree to him sacrificing others to save himself.He knew his guardians would never allow him to do that anyway.Because this man traveled through time and space, gave up his soul, and left everyone he cared about and cared about, just to make me... a better person.

But I completely failed his trust.

Riddle hung his head in pain.

At this moment, even if Grindelwald kept his promise, gave him everything he wanted, gave him rights, gave him territory, gave him supreme glory and wealth, and even handed over the entire wizarding kingdom, what was the use?He actually lost his soul's peace because of these stupid forces.

He is very remorseful.

The boy put down the cool ice cream, pulled out his wand, and placed it gently on the vice principal's desk.

"Professor Dumbledore, I will not find any more reasons to justify myself. I admit that I was bewitched by Grindelwald. I admit that I did all this for my own selfishness. I am willing to go to Azkaban, or the Ministry of Magic. You send me I will go wherever I go."

He raised his head and looked into the vice-principal's blue eyes, his expression suddenly became earnest, his black eyes filled with sincere prayers, "...I only hope that you can save Harry. Grindelwald used soul control and imprisoned him in Bavaria. I hope you will help him."

He pushed his wand in front of the other without hesitation, and then withdrew his hand, "I'm not capable of negotiating terms with you, and I don't intend to do so. I know you are the only person Grindelwald is afraid of, so I just want to ask you Help Harry. That's all I'm asking of you. Please. Because... I love him."

He said it.

It felt unbelievable, like a sharp knife had cut through his heart, quickly, lightly, warm and painful.He was surprised to realize that he didn't really care that much if Harry still thought of him, if he still loved him, if there was any possibility of getting back to him.He didn't need Harry to come back to him.He didn't need Harry to love him.He didn't need Harry to remember him.He just wanted Harry to live freely in this world.that's enough.It felt incredible.Like some kind of warm magic.It traveled under his skin and in his blood.He found himself less afraid.This feeling brought him a courage he had never experienced before.

It was as if his soul had gone through one rainy night after another, and found a home after a long period of ups and downs.

Riddle smiled self-deprecatingly.It turned out that the dull person was me.he thought secretly.Why am I so stupid?Why do I never believe what Harry says?Why am I always one step late, one step slower?He told me so bluntly.He has long since proved to me how great it is, and no hard-hearted person can resist it.

It is magic.

The blue eyes across the table twinkled.For the first time tonight, the boy read emotions other than calm from them. Dumbledore looked at him for a split second, as if he'd seen a drowning man being brought back to life.That moment passed in a flash, but the boy who captured it looked at each other more earnestly. Riddle stretched out his hands and lightly pressed on the table, "...are you willing to help me?"

"I'd love to help you, Salazar." Dumbledore sighed, "Actually, I can guess what kind of spell Grindelwald cast on Harry." The sky blue eyes sank slightly, "If I'm not wrong , this kind of soul magic, no one can undo it except the caster and the castee."

"You mean... Harry can untie it?"

Dumbledore nodded.

"How to do?"

"I don't know." The vice-principal looked apologetic, "I only know that when the power of the caster surpasses the caster, it can be unlocked."

"Grindelwald is too powerful..."

"Not necessarily." Dumbledore shook his head, "A lot of things are not what people seem to be." His words startled Riddle slightly.The vice-principal lowered his head and pondered for a moment, "I was also at fault in this matter. I should have been more honest with you. Actually, I always knew that there was a way to restore Harry."

The boy across the table widened his eyes in shock.

"I'm sorry, but if I had told you sooner, maybe I wouldn't have pushed you to Grindelwald." Dumbledore sighed remorsefully. "I knew all along. I was the one who stopped Slughorn from giving you your library card. I don't want you to pursue these magics, because they are too dangerous. My original intention is to protect you, Salazar." The sky blue eyes looked firmly and sincerely at the boy in front of them, "You are a very talented child , is by far the most gifted student I have ever met. I am sure that if you find a way to bring Harry back, you will spare no effort in trying, even if it hurts your soul. I know you are very Love him so much."

Riddle pursed his lips and glared at Dumbledore.

"I should have trusted you more. I'm really sorry." The vice-principal bowed his head apologetically, "I... actually have the ability to cast the spell that Grindelwald cast on Harry, and I think, with your talent, if there is This will, you will be able to master it in a few years. But I hope you don't do that. I still don't want you to do that now. A person's soul is a very complicated, very delicate thing. We should be in awe of it, no It should be used as a tool."

"But Harry gave up his, didn't he?"

"That's true. So every day since then, he has been confessing about it."

Riddle looked at Dumbledore in disbelief.

"Harry doesn't feel like he's done the right thing. But I think... I'm guessing he's had a pretty complicated history in his own time - the scars on his head are the best proof of that. I think he's got that The reason for doing it. But you have to know that he sincerely repents for his actions every day in this world, because he forcibly changed the trajectory of time and changed your life."

"He just made it better..."

"Maybe it's better, maybe it's worse," Dumbledore said noncommittally, "...we don't know for sure now. But what I do know is that you are very special to Harry - so special that he would use his His own life is for yours. He certainly doesn’t want you to suffer any harm.” The vice principal’s slender fingers were intertwined, and he put them on the table. Dumbledore pondered for a while with his eyes downcast, and when he looked at the boy again, those blue eyes became sharper, like ice hanging from a branch in winter.

"In the Forbidden Forest, Harry used a powerful spell to protect you. People today call it the Sacrifice Charm. It's a very old, very powerful spell - when a wizard voluntarily gives up his chance to live , When this opportunity is given to another person, this kind of spell will be produced. It has a spell. But what really makes it effective is not the spell, but the heart of the caster who is willing to die to protect another person. You must have figured it out, Salazar. Spells and wands are just vehicles for magic. We don't really need them. The magic is in us. It comes from our blood, our spirit and our soul. If a wizard's If the desire is strong enough, if the belief is strong enough, it will become part of his magic power. This is the true basis of any spell."

"Harry has left such a strong desire in you—he is willing to let you live in this world instead of himself. So in the process, he also left another thing in you, which is a piece of It should be a very small piece of soul, and it has no connection with his past world. This is the soul he created with the memory of this world, created by him and you