GGAD innocence

My biological sister, Leta Lestrange, died under Gellert Grindelwald's devil flame.I don't know how to deal with it.

Maybe it's because of the 17 years of cheating, maybe it's because of the complete use of 17 years, maybe it's because of the pictures that Boggart changed, maybe it's the scene in the mirror of Erised; I started to hate him, that me The man who revered for 17 years.

I am willing to die like this, after I have suffered so much.

I told Yousef Karma, give me some time to fulfill my few remaining wishes, it only takes a month; then we can fulfill his together.

He looked at me with complicated eyes, and the muscles on his face kept trembling, but he chose to refuse.

"You're innocent too," he said.

After experiencing that devil flame in Paris, he chose to forgive Lestrange and me.

I bow deeply to him.

I still have so much to do, Gellert Grindelwald.I don't know how to be hostile to him, those who deceive me should be punished, but he has given me so much...

And Dumbledore, I don't know, will there be a day when he will be able to give up Grindelwald...

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I went to Nurmengard and met Creston, who, of course, had changed his name to Aurelius Dumbledore.

I told him my 17 years, 17 years of deceit and use, 17 years of temptation and temptation; I told him that Dumbledore once loved him so much---his nephew; I told him those who cannot be trusted, those who will truly love you.

The phoenix fanned the flames by his side, he had the same eyes as Dumbledore, and he had the same strength as Dumbledore.

Then, his face became Gellert Grindelwald, my former monarch.

His eyes were smiling, as if pleased by what I just said.

He looked at me carefully, with a sincere and curious look like a child seeing a novelty toy, and grabbed my neck to slowly cut off the connection between my lungs and the air.

He asked "Avric, my boy, what made you Dumbledore's lackey? Is it because of Aurelius Dumbledore?"

Seeing my unmoving gaze, he raised his eyebrows and pulled out a piercing smile, which seemed so ironic, with a bit of bewildering sincerity.He let go of my hand.

"Is it just because he gave you the only love I didn't give you? If you are obedient and obedient, who can take your place in my heart? Afrik, I forgive you for not being considerate of my 17 years of cultivating you, I consider you my child."

I told myself not to believe his words, but I have to say that he touched the greatest pain and entanglement in my heart.

If it wasn't for my betrayal, then, would I really not get nothing?

He approached me, stroked my hair gently as he did countless times before, swirling the ends of my hair with his fingertips.

He sighed slightly, as if he was just a father worried about his son's ignorance.

"Afrik, I won't blame you, you will still be my heir, if you want."

He led me into the chamber and had me stand behind him, the saints looking up at him and paying homage to him.

"In the future, all of this will be yours, and you will get everything you want." He turned around and put his hands firmly on my shoulders, "Afrik, you are my heir."

The jumping scene in the Mirror of Erised, the resolute and frivolous silhouette of Gellert in the years when he sat on the right side of the throne.

I told myself not to be confused by him, but I have already fallen deeply.

He told me to do what I want, and he won't restrain me --- as long as I don't make him an enemy.

I couldn't believe it until he sent me across the border in England himself.

He said, do what you want to do, find who you want to find.

I chose to obey.