Mentor and Friends

Grindelwald had a dream.

A real and hopeless dream.

People say that the authorities are confused, but the bystanders are clear, but Grindelwald said that he has never been confused.

He has always believed in his own abilities, his own judgment, and everything.

Until he had this dream.

In the dream, he relived his whole life like an outsider.

Yes, in his whole life, he is no longer young, although he still looks like a middle-aged successful man, but no one can ignore his age, he... is not young anymore.

This means that he has experienced too much.

It is said that Muggle old people like to recall the past when they are old, or laugh at or miss the foolishness or bravery of the past.

It's just that Grindelwald is different. Even if this strange old man is a hundred years old, his career will not decline because of this. In fact, the last few years are when his "career" is at its peak.

What time does he have to recall the past?

But, unfortunately, he had a dream.

So real, so scary, so desperate.

He was like a stranger, watching how he grew up in the past, watching him change from an ignorant child to a radiant young man, and later, to an ambitious young man, when he met his bosom friend , met love, and then, in the best and most brilliant years of his life, everything disappeared.

He looked at himself with injuries all over his body, leaving behind his lover who was in pain because of the loss of a loved one and the unknown murderer, and returned to Germany.

They didn't dare to test who killed the innocent girl.

Then, he watched himself return to Germany exhausted, and with that nostalgia and timidity, he began to struggle at the bottom of Germany.

He watched the former lover go from the initial despair to the later silence, buried his younger sister, broke up with his younger brother, and put away his sharpness and ambition. The phrase "for the greatest benefit" that once inspired the two of them to keep moving forward seemed to be lost. He forgot, he watched him put away his youth and frivolity at a young age, like a sharp gem that was polished and rounded in an instant, without any edges and corners.

No one knew who was right and who was wrong in that incident back then, the two avoided talking about it, their timidity and incompetence made them eventually disperse in two places.

Grindelwald panicked from the beginning when he didn't know why he fell into this place. He felt that he was dreaming, but it was incredible to understand that he was in his own dream so naturally.

Later, he was attracted by everything in the "dream", and then forgot to study this matter, just looking at the picture presented in front of him.

He never knew that his decision made people want to be beaten up so much. If he could, he really wanted to drop the wand in his hand and punch Grindelwald in front of him. Isn't it just to find out the truth? , What are you afraid of, is it necessary to stay in Germany for so many years, is it necessary?

It's a pity that he can only look at everything about these two people and can't speak.

At the beginning, the two radiant teenagers, the two young and promising teenagers, later became famous in the magic world.

It's just that one's method is fierce and sinister, while the other's is gentle and kind.

It's like walking back to back in the opposite direction, the farther you go, the farther you go.

Dreams are a very strange space. Back then, I thought I had spent my whole life in a dream, but when I woke up, I found that I had only spent one night. This would be unbelievable.

But it is true.

Except for the few days when Harry stunned Grindelwald and brought him to this room until Tom came back, Grindelwald's dreaming time was less than a day.

In one day, he went from being surprised at the beginning, to being calm later, and finally, he just watched the life of "him" and "Albus" so quietly.

The time they got together was only two or three years, but because of a mistake that no one dared to find out the truth, their whole life was bound.

In the end, he watched two people step into death one after another.

They never saw each other again, and they never expressed the regret in their hearts.

He watched Albus die with his picture in his hand, he watched him buried with Albus's picture.

Ever since he returned to Germany, he never allowed his emotions to fluctuate, and suddenly had the urge to cry. He seemed to have been drained of magic power suddenly, and he really became an old man over 100 years old, trembling slightly Trembling towards Albus' tombstone.

In the dream, he devoted most of his life to Hogwarts, and later his students buried him in Hogwarts.

He reached out to touch the tombstone, but was blocked by an unknown force.

Whether it was him in the dream or as a bystander, he could no longer touch Albus.

Just when he was desperate, a force pulled him down, and he woke up in a panic.

After discovering that everything was an illusion—or, in other words, a dream—he suddenly felt like he was alive after a catastrophe.

He gasped for breath, trying to get rid of the lingering anxiety.

Then, a gentle and harmless voice suddenly sounded: "Mr. Grindelwald, how do you feel?"

He never knew that when he was awake, he couldn't find anyone beside him.

Almost instantly, without even thinking about it, he directed the magic power he could mobilize in the direction of the voice.

Then what was shocking was that the other party easily resisted his own spell and his own magic pressure.

Surprise flashed in his blue eyes, and when he turned his head, he saw the culprit who apparated himself without saying hello and even knocked him out when he reached his destination was smiling at him.

The harmless smile made Grindelwald want to abandon etiquette and curse him.

"Your mood fluctuates a lot, Mr. Grindelwald." The other party said to him with a smile.

"Mr. Evans." Grindelwald looked at him warily, "What do you mean by letting me see this?"

He would be a fool if he really thought he was dreaming.

"Nothing." Harry shrugged, "I just want you to see how you've lived your life."

"Oh?"

"That day, Albus and I went on a trip, and I asked him if he had any regrets, and he said yes," Harry said with a rascal smile, "I was just curious, people as perfect as Albus have regrets , I don’t know if you, the Dark Lord, have any.”

"Of course I..." No.

The words that almost blurted out were swallowed by Harry's eyes that seemed to know everything. He couldn't say against his will that he had nothing to regret, that was impossible.

"As it turns out, of course you did." Harry said with a smile, then turned around and wanted to leave the room, before he left, he seemed to say inadvertently, "You're not Merlin, how could you have done nothing wrong, little boy?" Children know that they have to apologize and make up for their mistakes, but they don't know, you adults, do you know..."

He said closing the door and leaving.

Of course he knows that he has to make up for his mistakes, but it seems that he has no chance...

At this time, there seemed to be some movement around him, and he realized that there was a person lying not far from him.

that person……

"Albus..."

He murmured in a low voice.

The sleeping person seemed to hear a call, and suddenly opened his eyes.

……

Tom was sitting on the sofa when Harry got home.

"It's so rare that you're not in the room today, I thought you were committed to shutting yourself in the study and enjoying your private world, instead of waiting for Ron to open the door and come in with a loud voice," Harry said to Tom.

"It's never good to stay in the room all the time." Tom turned to look at him, and didn't ask him what he was doing, although he wanted to know who it was that Harry and Ron invited to the shop. Reject all proposals and leave.

"Harry..." Tom thought for a while, then suddenly spoke.

"what happened?"

"What will you do next semester...?"

"how?"

"Professor Slughorn's activities have come to a perfect conclusion." He held up the phone in his hand, which was blatantly proclaiming how many potions the Potions Association had improved, and new potions had been published, and Slaghorn in the photo Ghorn was being interviewed by the crowd with a smile on his face.

Even without reading the content, Harry felt he could guess seven or eight points.

Probably in this event, Slughorn's contribution is the greatest.

After all, when he was at Hogwarts, besides teaching children, he was studying his own potions. Even, except for the fifth and seventh grades, the potions classes of other grades could be combined, and Slughorn Try to get together as much as possible, sometimes, I heard that I just left after assigning homework, and asked each grade to find a person in charge, and send the samples to his office after class.

It can be said that last year, Slughorn put almost all his experience on this.

Although Harry didn't like this man, he had to admit that he was really an admirable master of potions.

It didn't surprise Harry at all that he had achieved such an achievement.

But it was clear that Harry knew that Tom wasn't showing him the newspaper because of Slughorn's grades, but...

Now that Slughorn's academic research is over, it's time for him to step down as the acting dean. After all, Principal Dippet said at the beginning that Slughorn's busy time makes Harry "temporarily "Just being Head of Slytherin.

It was clear that Tom was asking what Harry would do if Slughorn returned.

Harry was silent for a while, and said softly: "Principal Dippet and Albus have talked to me. They hope that I will take over Gryffindor after Albus takes over as the principal. I haven't agreed yet."

"But you'll say yes, won't you?" asked Tom, staring at Harry.

Harry was silent for a long time before answering softly: "Yes." He liked Gryffindor, always.

Tom looked at him in silence for a while, Harry felt a little strange, his temperament was not suitable for Slytherin, Tom should have seen it too, but why, after he said that he would agree to Dumbledore, Tom actually... seemed Not very happy?

Just when Harry was puzzled, Tom said softly, "I want you to be my advisor for the next semester's Triwizard Tournament."

Harry froze for a moment.

Triwizard Tournament?

mentor?

The author has something to say: The Triwizard Tournament is a cute thing, especially the second item, what do you think~(≥▽≤)/~