Hogwarts I have been guarding Azkaban for ten years

Grindelwald stood in front of a cabinet. For a long time, there was a sound inside, and he shook his hand unconsciously.

The cabinet door was opened, and a gray-haired old man came out, it was Dumbledore.

The two old men, who were over 100 years old, looked at each other face to face, and neither of them spoke for a while.

After more than half a century of separation, the two have long been strangers.

They don't know what kind of person the other person has become, nor what is going on in the other person's mind recently.

But needless to say, both of them understand that in their hearts, the other person is still a special person. No matter how the other person's appearance and other things change, it seems that in the end he will still look the same as he is familiar with.

This is an indescribable feeling. No matter what the other person becomes, both of them believe that the deepest part of them is still the same as before.

"You made the room very formal."

"You're getting older."

The two said in unison, and then fell into a long silence.

Grindelwald walked to the record player and put the record he had selected into it, and a clear and melodious tune came out.

Unexpectedly, what Grindelwald played was not classic and elegant traditional music, but a song sung by a rock band.

It's "Hey Jude" by The Beatles.

This is an old song, but a classic never goes out of style. Even after many years, this song will still be played on people's music playing devices.

"I thought your taste would be more elegant." Dumbledore sat down on a chair and looked at Grindelwald with complicated eyes.

"No one stipulates that old men can only listen to some music by Mozart and Beethoven. For the two of us, of course the younger music is better."

Grindelwald's conversation showed that he actually knew the Muggle world very well.

But even so, he still regarded Muggles as beings completely different from himself.

Therefore, such people will never change their minds.

Dumbledore saw through this, and his eyes dimmed a little.

"Then why did you come out?"

"Because the world has changed!" Grindelwald seemed immersed in the music, dancing to the music itself.

"The world before was just a rigid thing. Do you know the computers in the Muggle world? It was that kind of thing. As long as you input something, it would output a fixed thing without any changes. This was the world before!"

"But it's different now! Our world is about to change. A new Merlin appears, and we will change with it."

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald's crazy words with cold eyes. This man was still as paranoid as ever.

But it was this paranoid energy that attracted me back then.

At that time, Dumbledore believed that only paranoid people could realize their ideals and achieve their goals.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Dumbledore asked directly.

Dumbledore would never be so direct, but he believed that Grindelwald was a proud man unwilling to lie.

"I don't know what I want to do! Hahahaha! This is the right thing!"

Grindelwald smiled very happily. He hadn't laughed like this for a long time. "Dumbledore, don't you understand? What I just said is that the world has become different, and everything in the future is unknown." of!

Valley</span>We now live in a world of infinite possibilities!The only thing I know now is that I don’t know what I will do next! "

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe, and suddenly felt a chill.

Grindelwald almost burst into tears laughing, he couldn't be crazy!

This thought made Dumbledore feel that the world was in danger. Others did not know Grindelwald's strength, but he understood it very clearly.

If Grindelwald went mad, the whole world would go mad.

And Dumbledore still had no way to stop the man in front of him.

Because of the blood curse, Dumbledore and Grindelwald could not harm each other. This is why Grindelwald dared to see Dumbledore openly even when he was seriously injured.

Without the protection of the blood curse, Grindelwald would never dare to do this. He knew the Dumbledore in his heart, but he did not understand the real Dumbledore.

He is not the kind of person to leave his fate to the judgment of others.

What made Dumbledore even more horrified and even broke out in a cold sweat was that he knew that Grindelwald was not actually crazy.

Everything he said was true.

……

If it is true as he said, the whole world is an arranged drama...

Dumbledore didn't dare to think any further. He focused all his attention on the man in front of him.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything unexpected. In my limited sight, what I see is actually very simple."

"What do you see."

"This is the future I see in the next Hundred Schools Competition."

Grindelwald stopped laughing, and looked at Dumbledore: "Originally, I wanted to make an agreement with you, but it seems that there is no need. Because the future I see is the end of things, and it will be at the next Hundred Schools. Competition for hegemony..[-]

If you win, then everything will go back to the way you want it to be. If I win, then the world will become what I want it to be.

The future has become uncertain. No one can predict the outcome of the next battle. Even the most powerful prophet cannot predict it. "

Grindelwald was very happy. Tonight he met an old acquaintance whom he had not seen for a long time, and he was able to talk freely with the old acquaintance about his ambitions and ideals that he could not express with others. It was really a happy thing.

Dumbledore felt that he had enjoyed a poor play. Although the actor's performance was not very good, the emotions were expressed quite well. This is what Dumbledore is worried about now.

Perhaps, the world has really become different.

"So, it will be three years from now?"

"Yes, three years." Grindelwald said. "What will happen in three years? I am very much looking forward to your and my performance."

The Hundred Schools Competition three years later...

Dumbledore's doubts were not answered, but he returned to Hogwarts with more doubts and unsolved mysteries.

He sat on the chair and looked at Phoenix Fox, who had come back from the dead again, and felt tired.

"If only everyone could be like you, Fox. Then there would be no death or other things in this world."