All things are three at Hogwarts

When Allen crossed the cage next door and saw him, he stood upright in the middle of the cage. The light of the magic lamp danced on his body, but he did not move at all. The tailored prison uniform made him appear well-dressed. With this look, if Allen hadn't known and not notified Grindelwald himself in advance, he would have thought that Grindelwald was waiting here specifically to greet him.

The skin that was exposed under the prison uniform showed an unnatural white color. Under the white hair that was sparse due to age but was combed meticulously, there was a slight smile on his face, as if it was a kind of white hair. Habit. Under the shiny forehead, a pair of strange eyes kept staring at Allen as if he didn't need to blink at all. His pupils were completely different, the one on the right was just a strange gray-white pupil.

Although it seems that he is still healthy now, Allen can see that this face was once full of traces of being invaded by worry, and his complexion only recovered in a short period of time.

"Good afternoon." Grindelwald took the lead in greeting Allen in his unique elegant accent.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Grindelwald, I am Alan Harris." Alan introduced himself after standing directly in front of him.

"You are Owen Harris's son, aren't you?" Grindelwald barely moved except for raising one corner of his mouth. He just smiled and stood face to face with Allen.

"Yes, I am his youngest son" Alan added after nodding.

Grindelwald kept a smile on his face, but still didn't blink once. He looked at Allen carefully: "Can I see your proof?"

"Of course." Allen was not surprised. He took out his wallet and took out a necklace with the symbol of the Deathly Hallows that his father had given him before leaving. This was also Grindelwald's personal imprint.

Grindelwald said apologetically: "Please come closer."

Allen took a few steps forward holding the necklace.

"Come closer." Grindelwald also slowly took a few steps forward and stared at Allen for a while before placing his eyes on the necklace.

When he raised his head again, he blinked slightly with his right eye and showed a charming smile: "It's true, but Owen sent a student to see me?"

"Actually, it was me who asked to see you. I am also the heir of the Harris family." Allen also looked at him with a smile.

"Please sit down." Grindelwald pointed to the chair behind Allen with his chin.

"There is also a chair at your table. I think I am not rude enough to sit down and let an old man stand and talk to me." Allen pointed to the armchair in front of the table in Grindelwald's cell. He did not sit down obediently first, otherwise he would look up when facing Grindelwald, and the other person would look down at him, "Besides, the sketch of the central square on your wall is quite good, it's you Did you draw it yourself?”

"Excuse me." After saying that, Grindelwald did not use the wand but waved his hand to move the chair behind him, and then sat down with Allen. The two of them looked at each other face to face again, "So you are interested in Nuremberg." Is the city so familiar?"

"Actually, I just came from there. Are these details from your memory?" Allen continued to chat with him relaxedly.

Grindelwald smiled and nodded, but his voice became a little melancholy.

"Alan, I only have memories and the smell of the outside world coming from this small transom." He pointed to the transom behind him, which was as narrow as a slit. "Although this kid Owen doesn't really want to invite me out, at least it's okay. Reminiscing about old friendships, these furniture items I got after doing a small favor for him last year have improved my quality of life a lot."

Just when Allen wanted to say something, Grindelwald raised his hand to interrupt him, then raised his head and sniffed intently, closed his eyes for a while and spoke again: "Ogilvy Sisters soap, it seems You have a girlfriend with good taste, and your necklace was given to you by her?" After sniffing hard again, he looked down at Allen and smiled naughtily, "The only drawback of the Central Square is that there are too many pigeon poops. .”

"Uh..." Allen moved in his seat, avoiding Grindelwald's eyes, and deliberately used the wand to cast Cleansing on his boots to remove any stains that he had accidentally stained on his boots. pigeon droppings, "Sorry, I'm rude, Mr. Grindelwald."

Grindelwald's smile softened as he shook his head: "No, no, no, Allen, you did a good job, you were very polite, and very patient. Although it was just cleaned up, casting spells without a wand is extremely difficult. A technique that can only be used by a few outstanding wizards." He paused again and winked at Allen: "Call me Gellert, then, Allen, why did you come to see me today..."

After seeing that the atmosphere was finally harmonious and relaxed, Allen told Grindelwald about Voldemort's return and that he had a modified fragment of his mortal enemy's clone mirror that could be copied and projected for combat practice.

"Alan, you are very dishonest. Although I have not been lucky enough to obtain the rare item of my mortal enemy's clone mirror, I think if you want to copy my projection, you don't need to talk nonsense to an old man like me. You just need to show it to me. Just take a photo for a while. So, Allen, why did you come to see me today..." Grindelwald asked the same question again.

"This is indeed the purpose of my coming to see you," Allen paused, and then continued to add, "In fact, I also want to learn some of your unique spells and knowledge from you, so I want to use that mirror It would be better if I could get your permission in advance."

Grindelwald did not give a direct answer: "So Alan, you are a Ravenclaw? And why are you so eager to improve your strength? Didn't you tell me that Dumbledore was not resurrected? Tom Riddle Defeat?"

"He believes in a prophecy too much. In addition, even after so many years, he is still brooding about what happened to Miss Ariana Dumbledore. I even suspect that if so many responsibilities hadn't entangled him, he would have thought..." Allen didn't wait for Grindelwald's reaction to the fact that he knew what happened to the three of them, and then asked, "Do you know that the curse that accidentally hit Miss Ariana Dumbledore was one of the three of you?" Who cast it, right? But out of protection, you never told him the truth, and you never harassed Britain when you were carrying out "reforms" in Europe. And except for the blood alliance, he hasn't come in person for a long time. Even if you stop him, he has never dared to explore. Is he afraid that you will tell him the truth?"

The smile on Grindelwald's face finally disappeared: "I don't know how you knew so clearly about the accident that year. What is the purpose of wanting to defeat him personally? Replace Dumbledore and become the next greatest white wizard. Really? Owen has asked me for so many people. It seems that you will not be too small in the future, or do you want to become a new generation of Dark Lord?"

"Mr. Gettler, I am not Dumbledore, let alone Voldemort. This precious knowledge should not disappear just like this." Allen did not directly answer Grindelwald's question, but raised his head: "It is said that your right eye The color will change when I activate my prophecy ability, what do you think I am doing?"

"What's the necklace around your neck?" Grindelwald pointed to the necklace around Allen's neck. Allen was a little embarrassed. He didn't want Grindelwald to misunderstand that he was his die-hard admirer, but in the end he still considered Death He took out the necklace with the symbol of the sacred weapon.

Grindelwald stared at this personal symbol that belonged to him in silence, and after a while he spoke again: "Take out your mortal enemy's mirror, and have you prepared tools such as a pensieve? "