Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

Alexis was fully prepared to enter Azkaban.

After a brief examination, he was taken to a small, empty room to wait.

Usually this kind of waiting can start from as short as an hour, to as long as half a day, or even a day or two.

Of course, there are "lucky" guys who don't have to wait a long time.Because they arrived by chance, the body of the person they needed to visit had just been discovered.

Theoretically, the longer you wait, the greater your chance of survival.Because the guards will give priority to checking the corpse disposal records, and only if they cannot find it in the corpse disposal records, they will enter the prison area to look for it.

And Sirius Black was locked up in the deepest part. Calculating this, Alexis would have to wait here for at least one day.

But he didn't care.

Alexis looked around leisurely and chatted with the guards.

He observed the surrounding environment of Azkaban, observed the frequency of dementors' appearance, and observed the structure of the prison; he talked about dementors, the time when guards changed defenses, where the guards graduated from, and what achievements they had.

………………

Alexis was still waiting in Azkaban. On the other side, Dumbledore, who had not caught up with Alexis, was very anxious.

He probably knew where Alexis had gone, but he didn't dare to use the Ministry of Magic and his apparent connections to find it.After much thought, Dumbledore, who had just returned to Hogwarts, set out again.

This time, he went to Nurmengard.

The weather in Austria was not good tonight. The boat Dumbledore was on was rocking back and forth in the huge wind and waves. After nearly capsizing eight times, he finally landed on the island without any danger.

It was raining heavily around the island, and the strong wind almost blew Dumbledore into the sky.

Fortunately, he was already prepared.

Holding an oil lamp, he headed toward the center of the island. After a series of difficult marches, Dumbledore finally stood in front of the castle.

After hesitating for a long time, Dumbledore raised his hand and was about to knock on the door when the old wooden door suddenly opened with a creak.

A vigorous old man wearing a loose Tang suit, holding a knight's sword in one hand and an oil lamp in the other, stood in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's body stiffened, and he slowly lowered his arms. His eyes were a little flustered, and he silently moved his gaze behind Grindelwald.

Grindelwald's expression remained normal. He glanced at Dumbledore, who was soaked in the water, and then looked outside.He muttered "This damn weather", then shook his head and motioned for Dumbledore to enter the room.

Grindelwald turned around, walked up the stairs unhurriedly, and came to the simple and empty bedroom. He casually placed the oil lamp on the crooked wooden stool and sat on the bed.

"sit down."

"Please forgive me, the electricity on the island broke down a few years ago and no one has been repairing it."

Grindelwald seemed to be explaining, but also seemed to be stating.

"Grindelwald——"

Dumbledore pursed his lips and just called his name when Grindelwald waved his hand and interrupted.

"Gellert." He stared at Dumbledore for a moment, then looked beyond the window and looked out at the dark night sky, "Just like in the letter."

Just like before...

"Alex went to Azkaban."

call! ! !

As soon as Dumbledore said a word, Grindelwald stood up abruptly, his old and plain eyes suddenly became sharp. He took a deep look at Dumbledore, turned around, pulled off the quilt on the wooden bed, and lifted up the bed board. Opening the wooden box revealed a dense row of wands.

Dumbledore: ...

"How many people? Who did it? How long has it been?"

Grindelwald asked as he picked out his wand.

His voice was smooth, with a unique melody that made it particularly elegant. His fingers lightly ran over the wand, as if he were choosing a tie to wear when going out, as if he was not in a hurry for Alexis.

"Uh...I mean, he went to Azkaban to see people."

Grindelwald grabbed the wand and moved it to his waist, then turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

"Looking at people? Looking at that little guy named Black?"

Dumbledore nodded.

Grindelwald took out the wand from his waist and put it back, covered the bed, picked up the quilt on the floor and spread it slowly.

"But he seemed to have other ideas," Dumbledore continued as he watched Grindelwald skillfully make the bed. "He left in a very emotional state."

"Because of what?"

Grindelwald paused slightly, then asked nonchalantly.

"Because of Sirius Black."

Dumbledore briefly explained the matter, and by the time he finished speaking, Grindelwald had already brought out twice as hot tea from the cabin inside.

"So, can you guess what Alex wants to do? Can you persuade him to come back?"

Dumbledore asked.

"It's Alexis."

Holding a cup of tea, Grindelwald corrected him, then stared down at the tea leaves floating in the cup and stopped talking.

Dumbledore took a sip of tea and said nothing.

The room fell silent, with only the heavy rain outside and the howling wind making constant noise.

He really had no choice, otherwise he wouldn't have come to Grindelwald.

The bad debt between the two of them has not been settled yet.

But there is really no way.

A long time ago, the two reached a consensus that they would never see each other again in this life.

Later, Alexis shows up.Consensus is broken.

Later, the two formed a new tacit understanding, and when it came to Alexis, other things could be put aside for the time being.

Now it's about Alexis. If it's not handled well, Alexis may have a complete mental explosion, lose confidence in the entire wizarding world, and force Sirius to escape from prison.

When things got to that point, even if he and Grindelwald teamed up, they couldn't suppress it.

He was not willing to send Alexis to Azkaban with his own hands.

not to mention……

Thinking of the scene in the Mirror of Erised, Dumbledore shook his head slightly.

Alexis is the smartest wizard with the most potential and talent he has ever seen, and he is realizing his talent step by step.Maybe Alexis is not the strongest yet, but sooner or later, he will become the greatest wizard.

under their own education.

"He shouldn't do anything impulsive."

Grindelwald spoke carefully, but the strong wind outside made his voice a little erratic.

"I have taught him that when encountering such a situation, he must assess the situation. He does not yet have the strength to become an enemy of the entire wizarding world, unless he delivers all the letters he stole from me."

"Letter? What letter?"

Grindelwald's eyes were a little wandering. He always lowered his head and stared at the tea leaves floating up and down in the boiling water.

"A letter to an old friend. Nothing."

old friend?

Does Grindelwald have any old friends?

Isn't he the only one of his old friends left?

Who else?

The woman holding the skull?

Dumbledore seemed to have thought of something and didn't ask any more questions.

"What should we do now?"

Dumbledore asked.

"believe him."

Grindelwald finally raised his head and looked directly into Dumbledore's eyes.

"We believe him. He is doing nothing. He should sleep and rest. Maybe he will go back on his own on Monday."

Dumbledore shook his head.

He felt that Grindelwald's idea was absurd. Not only was it absurd, it was also unconstructive and accomplished nothing.

This is in line with his unorganized and undisciplined character.

"Okay, trust him."

Dumbledore said perfunctorily, stood up and prepared to leave.

"Where to go?"

Grindelwald looked up and asked in surprise.

"go back."

Dumbledore said as he walked out and now reached the stairs.

"It's very windy outside, why don't you stay one night?"

"..."

"No need. I have something else to do."

"Oh." Grindelwald retracted his gaze, put down the teacup, and mumbled while packing away the tea sets.

"Well, good night, Albus."

"Good night, Gellert."