Harry Potter Morning Light

Who doesn't have a dark side? When Ron was admitted to the school hospital, the gray-haired Dumbledore once said, "It's nice to be young, and you can still be hurt by love." In other words, he is too old to be hurt by love anymore, but he was also young once, and that short love made him lose his sister's life, his brother's trust, and his dream of conquering the world.

Things change people, people can't change things, and it's too late to regret after things happen.

Does Albus regret meeting Grindelwald?

When you were young, if you loved someone, you would treat him tenderly with all your heart. In Bathilda’s memory, that story was rose-colored, the wind in the fields, and the dream-filled Shining gold, white wizards must abide by various precepts and restrain their desires, while black wizards are the opposite. They like freedom and will not hide themselves. Grindelwald let the white wizard Dumbledore recognize cleared himself.

His lover's dangerous thoughts made Dumbledore understand his own heart. He had enough reasons to hate Muggles, but this hatred was not enough to support him to dirty his soul, enslave and rule those ignorant Muggles.

Yes, there are some people in this world who feel that it is something to be complacent about ruling others with knowledge higher than ordinary people, just like an animal trainer teaching monkeys in a circus to perform all kinds of tricks for fun, but there are always people in this world Some people don't want to do that.

They enjoy the process of teaching, allowing monkeys to have the same view of right and wrong as humans, and to be able to make their own judgments, and then the monkeys have transformed into human beings like animal trainers, just like what Darwin said in the theory of evolution.

Although by doing so, sooner or later, the monkey will understand the truth of being enslaved, oppressed, and fooled, and then declare war on the animal trainer for freedom and equality, but such a life is better than a dull life. After being imprisoned in Nurmengard, he still insisted on writing letters with Dumbledore. His wonderful life came to an abrupt end after being imprisoned.

In those letters, he has many explicit descriptions, such as "My fingers have never caressed your hair, and I have never seen black magic burst from the tip of your wand and shine on your cheeks. I want to accept Then you're going to deny the scream that came out of your throat when you came, and then you're going to say I never put you on that old oak coffee table when Aberforth was out."

Pomona couldn't imagine that scene happening to the 150-year-old Hogwarts headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, with half-moon glasses and eternally wise blue eyes.

She respected that man, Grindelwald made him "less decent", and those letters were ironclad evidence that they had a relationship, and even Albus wrote back and admitted:

"I can't question your unerring mind and memory. We dated, yes, and I won't deny it to you, though I keep it secret from most people. We were both teenagers fascinated by summer, and I was very Silly, playing with powers I don't understand. I have nothing to say, Gellert.

I have attached another book that I like, and I hope it doesn't remind you too much of what you have lost. "

The name of that book, called Ocean Waves, was written by Virginia Woolf, and each introduction is an exquisite prose poem, which corresponds to the ups and downs of life with the rise and fall of the sun and waves.

What love dances to flames; how green flames of jealousy spread everywhere; how love and love intertwine; what knots love makes; what love ruthlessly tears them apart. I have been entangled; I have been brutally torn apart. I am neither gentle nor flattering; I sit among you and grind your weakness with my hardness, restrain your flickering likenesses with the green light from my clear eyes. Words quivering like the wings of silver-gray moths.

Many people think that love should flow slowly, just like wine needs time to ferment, but this is often not the case.

Grindelwald and Albus had only been together for a few weeks, and they had reached the stage where being gay, without the constraints of marriage and the worries of children, spread like wildfire.

Albus had always found Grindelwald charming when he was angry, and the Dark Lord's natural expression of emotion was part of his charm.

Just as black wizards are easily attracted to the purity of white wizards, white wizards are also easily attracted to the freedom of black wizards.

"I know I shouldn't let you go, but I can't let you go so easily. It's my fault, I suppose, for my meddling habit. And now, if we were face to face, maybe you would snap at me for my hypocritical humility and turn away.

I beg you, yes, not as a famous wizard, not as a professor at Hogwarts, not in any capacity that I'm proud of, but just as a human being, after everything I've been through with you itself. You once called this old man a friend. You have written to me for--I dare only take it to be--a correspondence. All this pleases me. In all sincerity, you always have the right to be angry with me.

I really don't hate you. Can you convince yourself of this, and judge me reasonably in this matter? Please don't hate me anymore, okay?

best regards

Albus Dumbledore"

The trajectory of life is as unpredictable as the flight trajectory of moths, full of chaos, blindness, turmoil, and erratic.

Pomona's own veela is a magical creature that looks like a moth. She is so foolishly attracted to the fire of human souls that she flies around it. Sooner or later, she will be burned to ashes by this fire.

One of the biggest flaws of a person who has been teaching all the time is that he likes to appear omniscient and confident in his own life in front of children, but in fact he is just a self-righteous fool.

Albus Dumbledore was not only Grindelwald's lover, they were married once, and they exchanged not only vows, but also rings, which were worn on Albus's hand.

They both love Muggle literature, and Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings is their favorite, but they "divorced" later because of Ariana's death.

He had been captivated by his genius, intemperate in his passions, and what parent would entrust their children to be taught by such a man?

Essentially, Albus Dumbledore, like Lupine the werewolf, would scare parents, so he had to keep his secrets hidden.

However, he was reluctant to throw away these letters that could be used as evidence. Abu wanted to make a Pensieve, and at first he wanted to sort out the memories between them. He wanted to take a closer look, to examine as objectively as possible what kind of person Grindelwald was, what he was doing, and how he was doing it. But gradually this kind of behavior changed, and Grindelwald didn't like to reply to letters so much. Gradually, those flashing golden memories became the "nicotine" that helped Albus calm down during the turbulent years.

It does no good to indulge in vain dreams and forget about real life.

The dream, however, allowed him to relax and set off again.

Albus Dumbledore is really a shameless bastard, but Grindelwald would rather remarry him through an owl than never receive his letter. He was getting old too, too old to taunt the great White Wizard any more. Sure enough, he knows the White Wizard best, and Albus is getting older, doesn't he feel lonely alone? Did he still hide the scandals they did together in the past?

"How do you feel?" Severus lay on the sofa smoking a cigarette, looking at the ceiling, while Pomona looked at the parchments of different ages, some of which had even begun to turn yellow, her hands trembling.

"Grindelwald's last letter to Albus was, 'You're still lying, damn it, fuck you', and he wrote another letter to Albus later, and it's been a while since that letter Fifteen years after the letter, but that letter was returned because Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was nearly killed by me, your last words to him What's the word?"

"These letters..."

"I used to be the headmaster, and you know how much I like to read other people's letters." He said before she finished. "Don't worry, no one has seen them except you, including Harry Potter and Mi Leva McGonagall."

"What do you mean by showing them to me?"

"You decide, should you burn these letters, or keep them?" Severus turned his gaze to her. "To him you are his daughter, he has no son."

Pomona turned her attention to those letters again. This letter was written by Grindelwald. On the signature of the letter and his signature, there are two "G" next to a Peverell logo. G with his back to his back, as if representing the two sides of the Dark Lord.

September 10, 1951

Hey, it's me - your old friend Gellert Grindelwald. You must be surprised when you receive this letter, but trust me, you will not be more surprised than when I wrote this letter. I'm right where I'm supposed to be, as always, as you know.

Hope you get this at just the right time, especially after hearing all the boasting about England's owls, I'm hopeful. It is not easy for these birds to get close to Nurmengard, and the heavy rain always pours down from the top of the mountain like a flood. I'm only twenty feet from the lightning rod, and well, it crackles and screams when the clouds are torn apart by the lightning, like the whole tower is under the Cruciatus Curse. The sky was full of great anvils from which thunder hammered across the night of boiling pitch; and when the clouds parted, the northern werewolf moon poured in between the bars. It's beautiful. But I don't think it's to your taste, it's too rough.

At this moment you are no doubt staring contemptuously at the letter paper and the messy dripping owl (she loves guinea pigs.) Are you really surprised, my old friend, that I should be in the mood to write to you, when it happens? After all that? You shouldn't be surprised. You should say, it's dear old Gellert, the Bagshot German. Never leave me alone, even though I'm doing nothing in prison now. My much-admired blond hair is turning gray, Albus, think about it! I have to admit, though, that the stone walls here are pretty dainty for a prison. I encourage stonemasons as much as I can, if curses are one kind of encouragement—they leave traces of magic like ivy snaking across granite, beautiful. Funny irony isn't it, my old friend, that I'm locked in a prison of my own making.

Are you still in your school? Enjoying the joy of teaching, I think? Read a lot? The food is also good? Keep it safe? This is the best.

My apologies to that mad bird of yours, I hope I didn't hurt him too badly.

listen to me. I hope you are listening. I wish. I hope with the mold that is gradually crawling over the prison wall. Laugh at me, Albus, and go on hating me like you always have. good luck.

Although no one believes it, Grindelwald's heart may be as pure as that of a boy, he is just too "naughty".

She looked at the ivy bracelet on her wrist, and tears fell silently on it, just like the rainstorm falling on the prison where the Cruciatus Curse was cast.