[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

Facing Albus Dumbledore's inquiry, the two elves glanced at each other, and they both saw affirmation and approval in each other's eyes.

"Principal Dumbledore." The elf lord said with a hint of solemnity on his face, "What I'm going to tell you next may be unbelievable or unacceptable, but I guarantee in the name of 'Elrond' that what I'm about to say Every word belongs to 'truth', nothing false."

After his words fell, the expression of the old headmaster with white beard also became solemn.Dumbledore could feel a strange change in the surrounding environment as Professor Elrond's voice fell. The solemn and firm words surrounded the three of them like a contract, as if the words themselves had magical powers.

Elrond talked about the core of the world's rules from the origin of himself and Thranduil, and talked about Hope's identity from the existence of evil gods. The things that are understood are eloquently explained, but they are well-organized and clear.

After finishing speaking, there was silence in the principal's room.

"This..." Dumbledore opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't know what he should say, or what he could say.

As perhaps the most powerful person in this world at this time, Dumbledore can understand the rules and destiny that Elrond said. I felt a spark in my chest.

Albus Dumbledore was a wizard, a powerful wizard who took pride in his magic.

——The pursuit of the true meaning of magic and the mysteries of the world is more or less what all powerful wizards have.

Before everything, Dumbledore's eyes shone brightly like a child's, just like every teenager who chased his dream finally saw the shape of his dream after trekking, and he also saw the door of a new world open in front of him.

But soon, the light in his eyes was brought back to the bottom of his heart. The not-so-optimistic prospect caused the brows of this old wizard, who is currently supporting half of the wizarding world, to furrow, and that worry lingered in his heart.

However, he took another look at the elves sitting across from him.

The old headmaster suddenly picked up the candy in front of him and stuffed one into his mouth. The sweet and greasy taste reminded him of the summer sunshine when he was young, and the lively little animals in Hogwarts...

"It seems that I can only be a protected person in peace this time." Dumbledore heaved a sigh of relief, and even blinked mischievously.

"We will do our best." Elrond nodded, facing the "God", he and Thranduil could not guarantee victory, the way forward for this world is destruction or rebirth, it depends on Hope Weiss - The Choice of the Will of the World.

Dumbledore also showed a serious look: "I understand."

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"Are you in a good mood?"

After returning to the dormitory, Thranduil hugged Elrond and asked casually.

Now that he has decided to face it, it is not the character of the king of the jungle to look forward and backward. Since he is ready, he should enjoy the joy of life before the final battle instead of frowning.

But Elrond's good mood is rare, so the Elf King asked.

"Don't you think Albus Dumbledore resembles a friend of ours?"

"Your." Thranduil's answer was short and crisp.

The greatest elf king of the Kingdom of the Woods raised his eyebrows in an even childish tone for emphasis: "Your friend, Elrond. I will never call Mithrandil 'my' friend, even if he is dirty. It's the same when Xixi's gray robe turns into a white robe."

Elrond blinked: "So you didn't deny the similarity between Headmaster Dumbledore and Gandalf."

"Why should I deny the obvious facts? This is not a good conversation skill." Thranduil twisted his black hair, felt the smoothness of his fingertips, and said slowly, "Even if it is a blind half-orc The resemblance can be seen, too, except that Albus Dumbledore is a little more naive than Mythrandil - which is exactly why I can tolerate the resemblance."

The Lord of Imlatri knew that Thranduil didn't like Gandalf who always used various means to achieve his goals, and even issued an order in the dense forest. If this old guy dared to enter without invitation, he would drag him out Feed the spiders.

It's a pity that after his order was given, Gandalf went to the young green leaf prince of the jungle. With the king's beloved prince leading the way, the gray robe wizard didn't have to worry about becoming a spider's ration at all.

—but this only made Thranduil dislike Gandalf even more.

"Gandalf was just doing what he had to do—Principal Dumbledore would have made the same choice in the same situation." Now the old wizard didn't do this, but because the situation in front of him was not enough for him to To make this seemingly cruel choice.

The reason why Albus Dumbledore made such a statement instead of insisting on taking things under his own control was because he understood what Elrond meant in his speech.

It was precisely because of fully understanding what Elrond said that Dumbledore realized that it was an area he could not interfere with.If Tom Riddle's invitation is a game of chess, he cannot and has no ability to be the player in the game, at most he is just a pawn on the board.

"Are you sure you want to spend the rare peaceful night before the banquet discussing the similarities between Mythranduil and Dumbledore with me?" Thranduil leaned closer to Elrond.

"……You are right."

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Nurmengard.

The Lord of the Saints who set off a bloodbath in the past is now just guarding the dim lights, his seemingly muddy eyes are cast on the mottled and decayed walls, only occasionally flashing a shrewd light.

"I thought I would never see you again until I stepped on the road of death."

Gellert Grindelwald suddenly spoke hoarsely.His tone was calm and indifferent, only Albus Dumbledore could hear a hint of speculation and temptation in the familiar disguise.

—his character never seemed to change.

Dumbledore stood in the shadows where the fire could not reach, thinking silently.

After sending off Elrond and Thranduil, he recalled the words of the elves.

If the world is going to be destroyed, before it is destroyed, he doesn't know why, he just wants to see Gellert Grindelwald.

He thought so, and he did.

But after he really came to Nurmengard, he found that he could only stand in a blind corner that Gellert couldn't see, silent.

"You are not a person who will show off to a defeated opponent, nor a person who will miss the past or change his mind easily." Grindelwald's voice is steady, even if the failure has weakened his ambition, the life of voluntary captivity is aging Looking at his face, those eyes still shone with a sharp light like a falcon, "Then, what are you doing here, Albus."

Dumbledore, who was directly named, walked out slowly, and the lights cast light on his peculiar robe and gray beard. His wrinkled skin had long since lost its former appearance, but in the eyes of Gellert Grindelwald, he was still Back then, the red-haired boy who wanted to seduce him even at the risk of falling into a complicated love network.

He seduced him, wooed him, instilled his ambitions in him, and at the same time was lured by him, attracted by him, even if he parted ways in the end and lost to him, he never regretted it.

"I just want to see you." Dumbledore found that once he spoke, speaking was far less difficult than he imagined.

"What are you looking at? Have I changed, have I given up my ambitions and hopes, and stood on the side of what you call "protection and love"?"

Grindelwald smiled proudly. He may be old or decayed, but his pride will never be broken.

So he said, "No, Albus. I love my ambitions and ideals, and that will never change."

The German Dark Lord is stubborn and firm, and will never change things once he decides.

So he loved Albus Dumbledore, the boy in his heart, and the gray-haired old man in front of him.Therefore, no matter how much he likes Dumbledore, he will never give up his dream because of him.

Being imprisoned here means that he is inferior to others, and it does not mean that he agrees with Dumbledore's ideas.He will always be the demon king with great power in the hands of the saints, always pursuing the great interests engraved in his heart.

Dumbledore shook his head when he heard Grindelwald's words, denying Grindelwald's guess.

If any Hogwarts students saw him at this time, they would find that the headmaster who had been smiling in front of them also had such a deadpan, callous attitude.

"I just wanted to see you, Gellert," repeated Dumbledore, and then he sighed, suddenly realizing that there was really nothing else he wanted to say.

Because no matter what he says, the fact will not be changed by it.

The past love affair had left a vivid mark on his life, and the great joy and pain had changed him from beginning to end, as if crushing all the bones in his body, and those fragments put together another Albus Dumbledore profitable.

But even so, the love and pain that Grindelwald gave him still remain in his soul.

He came to Nurmengard tonight and saw Gellert Grindelwald, just to confirm this again.

Gellert hadn't changed, he hadn't changed, the relationship hadn't changed, neither had the beliefs they'd diverged from.

Knowing this, Dumbledore suddenly felt relieved - even if the world might be destroyed, he didn't seem to mind that much.Of course he will try his best, but this contest beyond his class has never been within his grasp.

"Albus." Grindelwald called to stop the person who suddenly turned away, and finally there was a little doubt and a little softness in his tone, "What's wrong with you?"

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I still can’t help but brush up the official match... The official match is my favorite in HP besides the professor. QAQThe next chapter is Malfoy’s Christmas Ball.