I wield a sword at Hogwarts

She stooped and looked up at the once-broken skylight.

She heard a knock on the door.

At this late night, she would always think of something.

The summer of 1889 was the busiest time in Bathilda's house.

Bathilda, who liked quietness, did not hate those children.

Instead, she enjoyed seeing the two children looking for the white-haired child.

Bathilda had forgotten this memory for a long time.

She wasn't sure if she had dreamed about that memory, but occasionally she would be in a trance, as if there should be what kind of person somewhere.

I haven't been to the attic room for a long time.

There was a lot of dust there.

Five minutes after the knocking stopped, she opened the door belatedly.

Outside, the polite boy stood there again.

John smiled at the old woman, "Ms. Bathilda, I hope I didn't disturb you."

This old woman with rich writing experience also smiled the same moment when she saw John.

Dull emotions can make people lose something, but they can also prevent people from being troubled by sadness.

"Don't put a blanket over me this time," said Bathilda.

"I don't think so." John bowed slightly and chuckled, "Then, Ms. Bathilda, let's get ready to leave."

He took out the elder wand, which symbolized power, and knocked gently on Bathilda's door.

On this rather small house, there are lines that intersect horizontally and vertically.

The intertwined grids of lines overlap each other, making the house shrink quickly.

In the end, only a Rubik's Cube size was left.

John picked it up and put it into Bathilda's hand.

"It's so small." Bathilda looked at the small house, as small as a model.

After doing all this, John looked to the other side.

…

The man with strange eyes sat calmly in a home that did not belong to him.

The moment John appeared, Grindelwald knew that his punishment was finally coming.

"Don't you take the opportunity to leave?" When John saw him staying well in the house, inexplicable emotions flashed in his eyes.

"I don't think I can live up to the opportunity that Al has given me." Grindelwald said, "You think so too, Joel."

John was noncommittal.

He did think that if Grindelwald escaped, he could just let the man die again.

Unfortunately, Grindelwald is no longer a martyr.

Because of Dumbledore's martyrdom, his life became extremely precious.

"I think you are ready." John glanced at Grindelwald and said flatly, "In exchange of equal value, you need to bear the punishment."

"Yes, I'm ready," Grindelwald walked out of the room slowly, his eyes falling on his aunt who only remembered him, he smiled, "Long time no see, Aunt Bathilda."

"Gellert, my God, you are so old," said Bathilda, "but you are still younger than Albus."

Grindelwald smiled. If Bathilda saw Dumbledore now, she would not have such emotion.

"I have prepared a place for you." John said calmly, "Come with me to take Lady Bathilda to the Wizarding City."

"As you command, my king." Grindelwald smiled evilly.

Is he crazy?

maybe.

When he wanted to die but couldn't, when he thought he would be alone forever.

His punishment has left its mark all over his body.

Facing the coming punishment, it may be eternal confinement or eternal torture.

Either way, Grindelwald will accept it.

As he said, he was very happy with the Witch King's curse.

A Thestral carriage fell from the sky.

The three of them got on the carriage and flew up under the waving wings of the Thestral.

At the same time, in the sky, Yeqi carriages were flying towards a certain place.

These are the first passengers on the train specially picked up by the Wizarding City.

at the closed King's Cross station.

A well-known wizard and scholar, accompanied by a dedicated person and filled with knowledge, was slowly walking into the nine and a quarter station.

A train to the Wizarding City is waiting.

As the last passengers walked inside.

An obelisk appears in front of the starting train.

The mixed energy of blue and purple opened the channel in front, and then the train shuttled in.

They were galloping on the sea, and the whales not far away made ethereal sounds.

The train slowly entered the wizarding city.

…

Chapter 794 The Tower of Eternal Loneliness

This magnificent city, which is about to be completed, welcomes the first group of wizards.

Accompanied by John, Bathilda put the small house down.

Play backwards to reproduce the magic of shrinking, and the entire house quickly becomes larger.

In the end, the house in Godric's Hollow reappeared in the Wizarding City.

This place is ecologically similar to Godric's Hollow, and it was the place John specially selected for Bathilda.

"You're leaving, right?"

Bathilda looked at the two people who were about to leave, and those two young faces seemed to appear in her eyes.

"I'll see you again, Lady Bathilda," John nodded.

Bathilda noticed something, she looked at Grindelwald, she stretched out her hand and slowly lowered it on that face.

"You can come to your great-aunt's house anytime, Gellert."

Grindelwald paused.

In his life, the only place that could be called home was that small house.

It held everything about him.

Hearing Bathilda's words, he twitched his lips and said with a lame lie: "I may come at any time."

Bathilda smiled and said goodbye to the two children.

No matter how old he is, he is still powerful.

Those in Godric's Hollow are children after all.

And Grindelwald also came to his place of punishment.

A place taller and more spacious than Nurmengard.

The tower of everlasting loneliness.

…

"Is this the punishment you give me, my king?"

Grindelwald smiled, and the same tower locked himself again.

"No, you're wrong."

John looked up at the tall tower and said calmly: "Your tower is below."

He walked forward, "You should not invite me."

"certainly."

Grindelwald followed John.

This empty tower does not lock Grindelwald.

What locked Grindelwald was under the tower.

John once again showed Grindelwald the greatness of magic.

As he chose, the great Witch-King meted out the most heinous punishment.

Following their footsteps, they sank into the ground.

It was the reflection of a tall tower, a place where no second person would ever come in.

The shadow of the tower is exactly the same as the tower.

This is a mirror world.

"You are just like Dumbledore," John said, "you are also a person exiled by magic."

This place is so dead.

A place of exile that exists in the shadows, where only the Witch King can unleash the upside-down mirror image.

The conversation between the two is the last echo here. After that, there will be a lifetime of loneliness here.

The Phoenix, which can reach everywhere, cannot cross the Witch King and enter the shadows.

Everything about Grindelwald is in the shadows and becomes untouchable.

John looked at Grindelwald one last time and asked, "Do you regret it, Grindelwald?"

same question.

Grindelwald's answer was.

"No, my king."

This Dark Lord, who used all means to sacrifice the world, wore the most pious smile.

With his right hand gently touching his heart, Grindelwald sent his final greetings to the king with his signature evil smile.

"My King, on that eternally lonely tower, let yourself burn and shine forever like the sun."

He raised his head slightly, not sure if he was laughing or mocking.

"The great and glorious Witch-King."

John looked at him deeply, turned and left the place.

In the mirror world, Grindelwald looked at the man who submerged into the ground and walked out of the mirror tower.

curse?

Maybe so.

The legend of three brothers.

The second child died of pain in the tower because of love.

The third child escaped death, but could never appear in front of the world.