The Last Goodbye

- he couldn't see at all, but could sense it magically - a white light pierced through the smoke.

Albus gasped heavily.

If his judgment was accurate enough, he should have penetrated the enemy's left shoulder armor just now.He used black magic, and it was the kind he hated to use most in the past-this wound could not be healed in a short time.The wound cannot be healed, and it will accelerate the consumption of the enemy's combat power.

Grindelwald's right hand is already useless, as long as he seals his left hand himself, he wins.

Albus dropped his hands trembling.The injury to his arm left him barely able to hold his wand.

"Ha ha……"

There was a low laugh in the slightest.

The White Wizard's blood froze.

He turned his head very slowly, caught a glimpse of bright red, "No—uh!!" Someone grabbed his hair and pushed him to the ground.Through the indigo blue reflection of the ruins, he could clearly see the person lying behind him—the red Shura, who was bathed in blood.

Albus's heart stopped beating.

In the blink of an eye, the person behind snatched his wand away, and with a crisp click, half of the eastern green wood fell in front of his eyes.He stared blankly at the rough sawdust at the crease, and then turned his head to look at the man who was pressing him down from behind.He was even calm at that moment, surprisingly calm. The blood from the tip of Grindelwald's hair dripped down, as if he had cast a deceleration magic, from far to near, from small to large, and burst into his face with a thud.

Very hot.he thought subconsciously.

"Caught you... birdie."

The man who was pressing him was covered in blood, was panting heavily, and his strange-colored eyes were shining fiercely. Grindelwald's current appearance was like a wolf who had fought hundreds of times with the enemy on the grassland, and even his smile when he was victorious was hideous and terrifying, and Albus knew that his own appearance was not much better.When they first fought together, the onlookers probably couldn't tell whose magic was whose magic.

heaven and hell.There is a thin line between them.

The smoke dissipated, and out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a trap not far away - Grindelwald had floated the Elder Wand in mid-air with an impossibly simple Levitation Charm, and he had foolishly taken the bait.He self-righteously thought that the opponent would never let go of this weapon, so he chased the direction of the weapon in the smoke and dust, and plunged into the enemy's trap.

For some reason, the moment he saw the Elder Wand, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sadness.

They have parted ways for many years, but when they duel again, even the routines of offense and defense are exactly the same, dismantling each other's moves, grasping the opponent's rhythm, even when they can only choose one of offense and defense, they do the same without hesitation.For a long time, he had been convinced that he had gone the exact opposite way with this man.He has always believed that he has become a completely different person from this man.In one endless night after another, he expected countless times that the 17-year-old Albus Dumbledore had died the night the man fled from Godric's Hollow.

He died in his rotten love.

He died next to the bones of his sister.

Withered all ambitions, extinguished all dreams.

He needed Albus Dumbledore dead.

He needs to prove that he is better than this man.

He will use this to repent, and he will use this to atone.

What he fears the most is to find out that there is even a slight resemblance between himself and this man.He didn't dare to fight this man, he was even afraid to face this man face to face, not because the man had boundless magic power, not because the man had powerful weapons, but because he didn't dare to face another living self.

But what he feared the most happened.

Albus smiled bitterly.

What else should he do to make himself not so similar to this person... He has lived in isolation and doesn't care about world affairs, while the other party is rampant in Europe and disturbing the situation. The dignitaries of various countries talked loudly, he refused the invitation of the Ministry of Magic time and time again, but the other party interfered in the internal affairs of the European continent again and again... just like this, year after year, but when they met again, when they met again When fighting against each other, he felt that all his hard work and suppression for so many years had all been in vain.

'Made in heaven. ’ The blond boy shook his hand excitedly, ‘You and I, Albus, we are a match made in heaven.I really feel like fate has brought me here.It made me come to you. '

'Please don't marry me for teaching your Transfiguration. '

'You don't understand, you're the only one! '

'The only thing? '

'The only one who will share this world with me. '

But look, Odile, I can't share the world with you.

Because my world has been ruined by you.

Destroyed by us together, together.

Albus turned his head, staring calmly at the person behind him. "So, we don't have wands now. I guess you're going to strangle me?"

He intentionally kept his tone light, only to find that Grindelwald smiled wryly too.The enemy still pinched his neck obediently - it shouldn't be harder for him to twist it than to twist a flower. Albus thought subconsciously. Grindelwald was looking down at him, the vicious expression had disappeared from his eyes, the strange-colored pupils were reflected by the indigo ruins, like a layer of faint starlight, "...before then, I want to be with you You share a secret."

"Okay." The white wizard said kindly.He didn't have time to dwell on the past, he was dejected, and now he was thinking quickly about how to break free from the other party's shackles, and he had to be the first to grab the Elder Wand...

He couldn't change the fact that he resembled the other person.

But at least, long, long ago, he changed his choice.

"The one who hit her was me."

Albus's thoughts froze for a moment, he turned his head, his bright blue pupils trembled slightly, "...what did you say?"

"I was the one who killed your sister."

A surge of blood rushed to the top of his head——! Albus didn't know where he got so much strength to overthrow the people behind him in one fell swoop!At that moment, all rationality disappeared, and he tried his best to crawl in one direction, and the magic power around him turned into sharp knives, which slammed into the enemy's shield.The other party's whip wrapped around his neck, and Grindelwald could have snapped his neck with a single tug, but Albus didn't care - he struggled, then flung his hand out - and grabbed the Elder Wand.

Grindelwald didn't break his neck, it was Albus's weapon that caught the enemy's neck.He fell to the ground on his back, locking Grindelwald behind his back with one hand, and clutching the Elder Wand with the other, so strong that he wanted to stab his enemy's artery with it.The black wizard supported the ruins with one hand, and the whip in the other.They were just inches away, each other's robes soaked in blood and sweat.The two handsome faces were so close that the tips of their noses almost touched the tips of their noses.

A rational and sober wizard would use his wand to attack the opponent at this time. Everyone knows that magic is faster than brute force, but at this time Albus is by no means rational and sober. Imprisoning those who stand above him. "...How do you know it's you?" His voice was hoarse, and his voice didn't sound like himself at all.

"it's me."

"I asked you how you know!!" He yelled out of composure, and poked hard with his wand, and it would have punched a hole in the enemy's neck if it was any sharper. Grindelwald frowned in pain. "…I don't know," he said softly, "but I hope it's me."

The blue eyes widened again.

"What did you say?"

"I said I hope it's me. If it's me, you'll be free."

"What kind of trick is this, you bastard." He was so angry that he swears, "How dare you make a fuss about her death-you don't have any shame. Why didn't you take action just now? Or did you arrive You still want to win me over now? How long will it take for you to understand—even if I die, I won’t go with you.” He really wanted to throw a death curse on the other party immediately.

But Grindelwald just looked at him calmly. "No tricks, Albus," he whispered. wand, but that doesn't change anything. You're threatening your life, what else can I do, snap your neck?" He gave a dry laugh, "I can't. I just want you to know that the person who killed her was Me. So no matter what the result is, you don't have to blame yourself."

Albus was still staring at him, his round eyes were as blue as beautiful crystal balls, "You bastard—"

He didn't finish.

Because Grindelwald lowered his head and kissed him.He left before Albus could refuse. "I'm sorry," the dark wizard smiled softly, "I couldn't help it. Let's do it now." He could feel the wand shaking as he poked himself.He really made the other party very angry.But this didn't prevent him from continuing to stare at the person below him without blinking, as if he was racing against time to look at the person below him more than before he died.

"You may not believe