[Zongmeiying] Wait, am I going to die?

—Albus, what's the matter with you?

That question seemed too light and soft in this empty and cold prison, blurring the years and breaking time in an instant.

In the summer in Godric's Hollow, when Dumbledore was immersed in ancient knowledge, when Dumbledore was fascinated by unsolvable magical mysteries, when Dumbledore was saddened by his brother's opposition... he always Can hear that voice.

Albus, what's wrong with you?

Albus, are you going to challenge this riddle?

Albus, he would understand one day.

It is an intimate word and a lie behind a disguise, it is honey full of happiness and arsenic full of bitterness.

That was Gellert Grindelwald, a shadow and sunshine, an existence that Dumbledore could never really reject or really approve of.

So Bai's leader, Albus Dumbledore, still stopped in the midst of this inquiry, and looked back at the demon king in the lights.

Life in prison changed Grindelwald's appearance, but never changed his gaze.

He is still the blond boy who flaunts like a king regardless of joy or sorrow, his royal robe is woven with truth and falsehood, and wraps around his heart.

The red-haired boy in Godric's Hollow once peeped a corner of his true heart through a narrow gap, but it was only a corner. The proud son of heaven and the king of saints never fully opened his heart.

However, this has nothing to do with tonight.

"I have touched the secret of the world, Gellert." Dumbledore said slowly, as if he had come through the night just to share an academic discovery with Grindelwald as he did in his youth, "Fate, Core, world, soul—the legend of the Deathly Hallows pales in comparison to that secret."

The wizard behind the cage opened his eyes slightly.

Not because he found that his ultimate pursuit of the Deathly Hallows seemed trivial to Albus Dumbledore, but—he didn't expect Dumbledore to tell him this.

Strong power and ambition are the intersection of their differences, and at this moment Dumbledore has discovered the deepest secret in the world, but he doesn't mind him knowing.

A certain part of my heart is secretly saying: This is an opportunity to regain my strength, master the power that no one can match, change the whole world together, and realize the ideal of the year.

However, a louder voice completely covered this weak voice of temptation.

—that was his heartbeat.

Gellert Grindelwald suddenly recalled when he first came into contact with magic, and when he first met Albus Dumbledore.

His heartbeat must have been the same then as it is now--the rushing heartbeat of discovering a whole new world, a world that filled him with interest opening up before him.

Simple, delight in the pursuit of knowledge.

Simple, happy to meet a bosom friend.

Simply, I am very happy because I "know" this matter.

So he laughed.

"Really?" Grindelwald laughed in prison, "You're too far ahead now, Albus."

"But I know you can, you've been great."

Dumbledore sat down in front of the prison door, telling the secrets he discovered and the inferences derived from them.

Grindelwald soon discovers why Dumbledore told him so nonchalantly, those discoveries that couldn't be used - or whoever told Albus Dumbledore cleverly concealed what could be used.

But this idea only appeared in his mind for a moment, before being distracted by other topics.

——In this way, a lot of information we found before can make sense.

——That’s right, the part that seems unreasonable is actually the rules of the world modifying fate... What is the benchmark?

——How to judge whether a person is the key point?It must have a set of judgment criteria?

——What would be the result if a replacement is made?Will it affect the pace of the world or...

……

They talked happily, Dumbledore's blue eyes shone brighter than ever, and Grindelwald also faded away from the old and tired look in prison.

These two powerful wizards, who have lived for nearly a century, are like two children who just got their magic textbooks, excited about each of their discoveries and confirmed instances.

They talked until daybreak.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with a look of satisfaction like a hungry man who has had a full meal.

"The world is... so vast."

After Dumbledore was satisfied, he showed a sad look.

"You... still don't intend to change, right?"

"You know mine, Albus." Grindelwald covered his heart with a thin hand, "It will never stop, because ideals never end."

Failure told Grindelwald that his previous methods were wrong, but it didn't mean he gave up his ideals.

As long as this heart is still beating and this body is still free, he will not stop looking for the road to his ideal.What he'll do about it then, no one knows—not even Grindelwald himself.

The thirst for power and the huge ambition have long been engraved in his blood and soul. He is Gellert Grindelwald. He would rather be called the devil and be imprisoned here than give up the pursuit of being feared by the world .

—nobody understood this better than Albus Dumbledore.

They are soulmates, two sides of the same coin, reflections of light and dark.Their hearts are attracted to each other, and their ideals are incompatible with each other.As long as they persisted in their way, Nurmengard's chains bound one.

"I won't necessarily be here forever, Albus." Grindelwald's eyes were blazing, "You shouldn't be encouraging the desire in my heart."

"...It doesn't matter that way, I will stop you, Gellert." As if infected by the brightness in those eyes, Dumbledore felt that he was unprecedentedly young and excited, and the upcoming battle could not suppress this force, " No matter how many times."

The sun was shining on the ancient walls of Nurmengard.Dumbledore did not disapparate immediately, but slowly walked out of the prison that had been imprisoned for an era.He stretched out his right hand, looked at the brilliance cast by the sun on his hand, and was finally able to admit the sentence he thought he would never admit.

"Gellert, no matter what, I don't regret meeting you."

He regrets that his sister Ariana died because of him, and regrets that his brother Aberforth still cannot forgive him.But the source of everything, the beginning of everything, the encounter with Gellert Grindelwald - Dumbledore has never regretted it.

At the same time, His Majesty the Dark Lord of Germany looked at the place where Dumbledore had sat, and the same answer surged in his heart.

Even if he had to spend alone in this prison until death came, he did not regret meeting Albus Dumbledore.

It is part of the fate of this world, the miracle they were destined for.

※※※

The invitation to the Yule Ball still caused quite a stir in the wizarding world.

The Dark Lord invites the White Wizard!

It's the end of the world, isn't it?They're not going to fight right at the dance, are they?

The consequence of these rumors is that everyone casts mournful eyes on the host Malfoy and his son.

— hope his gorgeous estate survives the storm.

However, from the perspective of the host of the dance, the problem of his own house is far from the concern.

"Father." Lucius Malfoy couldn't help but stop when he saw Abraxas walking back and forth.Even the blind Gryffindor can see the tired look on his father's face these days. The father who always pays attention to his appearance does not even want to cover up his dry hair and bloodshot eyes. Something must be extraordinary .

"Lucius, I'm fine."

Abraxas stopped and looked at his son.He didn't want his son to worry, although the family would soon be handed over to Lucius, but as long as he was the head of the Malfoy family, he would build a high wall for his children.

It wasn't the invitation that he was worried about, but Voldemort himself.

The Dark Lord's recent behavior is strange and abnormal. He didn't summon him, didn't give orders, and even closed his manor to prevent anyone from entering. The only order was the invitation letter.

Thinking of what he saw when he got the invitation letter, the Dark Lord's eyes, and the black shadow behind the Dark Lord that seemed to be moving around, Abraxas felt that the magic he had learned was bullshit !

That thing, that thing—just looking at it made him shudder.

What exactly does the Dark Lord want to do?

It's okay to invite Dumbledore, why invite four people who have nothing to do with the Order of the Phoenix.According to the information of the Malfoy family, those four people did not choose a side at all, and they did not pose any threat to their career!

hell!He chose to step on the Death Eater's ship to make the Malfoy family better - not to make himself monster bait!

"Luke." Abraxas seemed to have finally made up his mind, "help me contact Professor Thranduil."

※※※

The elf king shook a note at the elf lord with a note in his hand.

"Malfoy's invitation."

"You don't plan to go?" Elrond saw through the thoughts on the Elven King's face at a glance.

"Trouble." Thranduil narrowed his eyes, and put the note aside.

——It's not trouble, but a little revenge for "Malfoy", right?

Elrond thought of the rumors about whether Professor Thranduil was the lost illegitimate child of the Malfoy family that spread almost throughout the school when he first taught at Hogwarts, and felt that he probably understood that it is rare for an Elf King to see him. What is the source of her childish behavior?

"Then let me go." The half-elf reached for the note on the table.

The Malfoys are Tom Riddle's best friends and hosts of the Yule Ball.At this time, invite a conversation with a note that does not match their gorgeous style, and it will definitely not be about dinner dresses or the like.

Thranduil was one step ahead of him.

"go together."

The elf lord, who had long expected this outcome, smiled and lightly placed a kiss on Thranduil's lips.

"of course."