The Last Goodbye

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It was raining heavily that day.

When Albus walked into his thatched hut for shelter from the rain, Nicolas felt that the young man lit up the whole room. 16-year-old Albus is like a rainbow after the rain, a smile makes people feel like a spring breeze.His character is like a gurgling stream, and the sparks of his thoughts are the lively fish in it.When talking about the various possibilities after graduation, those beautiful sapphire eyes sparkle. The 16-year-old Albus Dumbledore is just like a genius of any era—full of ideals, ambitious, and full of hope for the future.

That afternoon, the old and the young chatted speculatively for a long time.This talented kid reminded Nicolas of his past apprentices, although they had long been turned into bones, and he himself had not taken apprentices for hundreds of years.Once a person's lifespan exceeds a limit, even if there are still many things to do, there will be fewer and fewer things to do.But Nicolas was happy that day.He admired this radiant young man very much.There are several such people in every era.Their talent is earth-shattering, enough to set off a storm in the world.For Nicolas, one of the most interesting things in his long life is watching these geniuses advance their era step by step.Nicolas, who has lived for several centuries and has seen countless storms and waves, sincerely hoped that one day he could see the young man in front of him realize his ambitions and show off his grand plans on that stormy evening.He closed his eyes now, and he could still recall that rainy day in midsummer, the young Albus Dumbledore's moist, angelic face in the flickering firelight of the hut.

Albus Dumbledore at that time had long, smooth, reddish-brown hair.

Albus Dumbledore at that time had a pair of friendly pure sapphire eyes.

His smile is as warm as spring in March, and one look can light up the world.

His thoughts are just showing their sharpness, like the tender little lotus in the pond after the rain.

It would be great if time could stop at that time.It would be great if time could go back to that time.

Nicolas Flamel didn't know it at the time, but that afternoon, he saw Albus Dumbledore at his best.

Those bright days are about to disappear because of the arrival of a person, like a fallen firework.

Those ideas that are just emerging will also be buried together.

But the rainy day under Mont Blanc was like yesterday.

The great alchemist sighed and stared deeply at his old friend, "I should go, Albus. It's time for me and Perenelle to take a break." His friend also looked back at him deeply. "Nicolas..." the blue-eyed wizard paused, as if he couldn't accept the sad fact that he could no longer call his old friend by name. "I thank you very much. Thank you for helping me in my most difficult time."

The old man on the other side of the table smiled, "This is probably the last time we meet, would you like to listen to my old man's nagging?" Albus nodded. "What should come will always come." said the great alchemist. "Sometimes, we think we see the truth, but we only see the side we want to see. Maybe we can try to see it from the other side's point of view." , Maybe you will see a different world." The dark eyes looked deeply at the sky blue, and the sky blue also looked back.They smiled at each other.

"Oh, that's right..." Nicolas added, his smile becoming more benign, "Don't tell Salazar about me." He took out a vermilion booklet from his pocket and put it on the table, "Please put the Leave this to him. In addition to the Philosopher's Stone, I've done some research on the Deathly Hallows. I'm really sorry for not being able to move his time forward. It might help him a little here. He A good boy. Let's hope this rock doesn't hold him back. If... he asks where I've been, he says I've been traveling the world. Perenelle keeps nagging about going to Egypt for a few more stays Month. You know, she's always been interested in those pyramids and geometry and stuff..."

Albus stood up suddenly and hugged Nicolas tightly.The alchemist patted the other person on the back reassuringly, "Don't worry, old friend." He said calmly, "I'm just going to bed after a long day. And to be honest, I'm still Kind of excited. This could be the beginning of a bigger adventure, isn't it?"

"Yes." Albus replied softly.There was a little water in the blue eyes.Only a little bit, like a brilliant crystal in sapphire.

"Good bye my friend."

Nicolas gave Albus a final smile before getting up and leaving the room.

In the early morning of the next day, when Harry was about to leave, he realized that his luggage was only a few clothes - the treatment he received as the second head of the European Dark Lord was really only a little bit better than that of a house elf.But that's fine, it's his style to dress lightly.Besides, he didn't want to push himself too hard, after all, Grindelwald gave himself a piece of soul, and I'm afraid the Führer has never received such a valuable gift.Having said that, the young man took out his pocket and found a golden pocket watch—this was the most precious thing in his whole body besides the resurrection stone.

"Leave a souvenir for you." Harry put the pocket watch on the bedside, then picked up the box, and walked out of the room that no longer belonged to him.Grindelwald Manor is still asleep, like an ancient castle that has been abandoned for a long time, and has not changed in the slightest due to his arrival or departure. Harry brushed away the floating ash in the corner as he walked down the stairs.

At the entrance, he met the owner of the manor who was also going out.

They were both surprised and rather embarrassed.It is not yet six o'clock!How come every time he wakes up early, he meets other early risers! Grindelwald averted his eyes before Harry could think of an excuse, and straightened his tie in front of the full-length mirror.He seemed to think that the young man had performed illusion, or wore an invisibility cloak or something. Harry watched silently as his former owner leaned on the wall to change his leather shoes a little anxiously, then walked slowly to the other side and put down the suitcase.This time Grindelwald couldn't ignore him.The dark wizard might have wanted to say something, but Harry didn't give him the chance.The young man knelt down on one knee, bent down, and slowly helped the other party tie his shoelaces. Grindelwald stared at him in shock. Harry looked up too, smiling at the man with those haunting green eyes, "Goodbye, Gellert."

He got no answer. Grindelwald just reached out and pulled him up.Until he stood up completely, the man still held his hand. Harry glanced suspiciously, only to realize that the other person was not looking at him, but silently staring at the ring on his hand.The morning sun penetrates the resurrection stone and refracts from the bottom, like a dark ocean, seducing the eyes of the sailor's siren. Grindelwald stared at it fascinated, like an untouchable lover.He just stared at it for a long time, then lowered his head and kissed Harry's hand.His kiss was very light, gentle and pious, without the slightest hint of sensuality.His kiss was like the joy of reunion after a long absence, and also like a kind of determination to part ways.

"Good bye my friend."

He said softly, and let go of Harry's hand.

YOU HADMEATHELLO, PART III

1940

The last day of 1940 begins.

As the morning clock struck, Riddle Apparated back to Knockturn Alley. Tina insisted on holding a birthday party for him, but his house was too small, so Queenie took the initiative to invite everyone to her home.Her Muggle husband is an unborn master of baking, best at making pastries into the shapes of various magical animals.The eccentric witch used her graceful magic to make the magical animals sit in a row and sing happy birthday to Riddle. It was not until Queenie withdrew the magic that Albus finally got the heart to eat them.

Near midnight, he actually received a Patronus blessing from the Minister for Magic (this is hardly pompous).Abraxas and Alphard, who were traveling, also sent the crystal containing the Norwegian Aurora by owl.As long as the candles are extinguished, they can be seen dancing above the head, like a green ribbon, extending to the distance.He admitted that when he looked at them, all he could think of was Harry's green eyes. Riddle turned into the apartment building while reminiscing about the aurora, and decided to take a look at the crystal when he got home.The teenager walked up the stairs slowly, and then heard a familiar voice.

[I don't think he will charge you rent. 】

said the voice.

Riddle raised his hand subconsciously, and the magic lit up the entire corridor.Then, without warning, he saw those green eyes that haunted him.They were dazzled by the bright light.The owner of the eyes turned his head and shrank behind the boa constrictor coiled on his shoulders. Riddle stepped forward quickly,