Science students at Hogwarts

It was also October and Austria was not as comfortable as the UK.

The heavy rain poured down on the earth like a sky river bursting its banks, and the black and forbidding towering buildings were silent in the rain.

Dense dark clouds pressed down on the sky, making it breathless.There were bursts of thunder, like drums before war, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the words above the entrance.

"For the greater good!"

Dumbledore stared at the gloomy fortress in silence. Fawkes shifted uncomfortably on his shoulder and let out a low chirp.

"You don't like this weather either, do you? The British climate is not so brutal."

Fox tilted his head and nuzzled him gently, silently urging him to go in and take shelter from the rain.

The dilapidated castle was no better than the outside.

Dumbledore heard the castle wail with every step he took, and it creaked everywhere, as if it was being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

This made Dumbledore's steps become slower and slower. He was cautious, fearing that this dilapidated antique would be destroyed in the next moment.

Soon, he reached the highest point of the tower.

"Creak", the door opened by itself.

It was a dark room, the window was a very narrow gap in the black stone, and there was a stone bed and a tattered thin blanket on it.

The soft light from the candles slightly dissipated the chill.

"Albus, I never thought you would come to see me. I thought you would never forgive me in this life."

Grindelwald's eyes sparkled with joy, and he motioned for Dumbledore to sit across from him.

There is some bread and two glasses of water on the table.

"Try it. Although it's not as good as the Halloween dinner at Hogwarts, it's Austrian traditional Halloween food and it tastes pretty good."

No, don't be fooled by him!He is the same as before!

There was a voice in Dumbledore's heart that kept warning him.

Maybe it had been too long, or maybe it was because he was old, but he couldn't help but carefully describe this old friend he hadn't seen for half a century with his eyes.

He could hardly find the high-spirited young man in his memory.

His once blond hair has long gone gray, his bright blue eyes have dimmed, he is ragged and has a slight build.

Behind him were rows of bookshelves filled with Muggle books.

Grindelwald noticed his gaze and took the initiative to introduce him.

"A loyal house elf brought them to me," he slowly ran his hand over the books. "You know, it's boring here and I have to rely on them to pass the time."

He seemed to remember something happy and smiled softly, "Reading is always a pleasant thing. Reading is always happier than immersing in false memories."

fraud!The voice spoke again, and it seemed urgent.

Think about what he brought to you and Europe!Think of Ariana, Dumbledore!

Dumbledore was very tired. He took the water handed to him by Grindelwald. He decided to interrupt this false greeting and get to the point quickly.

"I found them."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was too hoarse, so he quickly picked up the cup and took a drink of water.

"what?"

Grindelwald has shed his warm and affectionate shell, his eyes are sharp, and now he looks more like the Dark Lord he once was.

Dumbledore said nothing. He slowly turned the ring on his hand.

The ring was large, as if it were made of gold, with rough craftsmanship and a heavy black stone embedded in it.

As he moved, the soul of a girl appeared beside them.

She was not like the lively ghosts in Hogwarts. Her eyes were inorganic and hollow, looking coldly forward.

She is completely different from the timid and cute little girl in Grindelwald's impression.

After Grindelwald carefully examined the souls summoned by the Resurrection Stone, he almost immediately confirmed that the Resurrection Stone could not truly resurrect the dead.

Looking at Dumbledore who had been talking to her, Grindelwald felt that it was more like a temptation to a living person.

He should have persuaded Albus to throw it away immediately, it was not a good thing to dwell on the revenants.

However, he opened his mouth but could not say this.

He knew that this was another crime he had committed in his youth.

Grindelwald knew better than anyone else how much Albus missed and felt guilty about them. As an executioner, how could he be qualified to say such things?

After a long silence, he wisely asked another topic, "Albus, where did you find it?"

Dumbledore casually twisted the ring on his hand, and Ariana slowly disappeared.

"From your successor," he said, slightly sarcastically.

Next, he briefly talks about his experience of finding the Resurrection Stone in the United States.

Grindelwald first looked at Dumbledore with some hypocritical concern, although he firmly believed that Albus was definitely not in danger.

After receiving a negative answer, he nodded wildly and focused on his successor.

"My successor? The second generation Dark Lord?" Grindelwald snorted coldly.

"He is just an ambitious wretch. People are just afraid of his crazy rule. I have never seen a person so afraid of death. In order to live forever, he makes himself neither human nor ghost."

"Albus, pursue the Deathly Hallows..." He still couldn't hold it back and planned to advise Dumbledore.

"It's the only hope! Grindelwald, you can't blame me! It's you! Let me bury Ariana alone, causing me pain that will last a lifetime!"

"This was just an accident! I didn't want to kill them!" Grindelwald also shouted.

He avoided Dumbledore's gaze. He guessed that he must be in a very embarrassed state now, just like he was in the previous duel, and he was like this whenever he faced Dumbledore.

"I just want to take you away." Grindelwald's voice was so low that it was almost imperceptible.

Fawkes screamed, staring fiercely at Grindelwald, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and forced himself to calm down.He pushed an old page of paper to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald lowered his head and read.

Apparently it was supposed to record a poem, but it only had the last line.

"The undead return from the twilight world"

The following appears to be an annotation from a person's notes, who claims that the Resurrection Stone cannot truly bring the dead back to life, but can only bring back half of a person's soul.

To bring back a complete soul, all Deathly Hallows must be collected.

Find the murderer through the Elder Wand, let him voluntarily hold the Elder Wand, wear an invisibility cloak, and follow the guidance of the Resurrection Stone to bring back the other half of the soul that was lost in the illusion and survive in the world as a ghost.

Grindelwald thought this was ridiculous. He never expected that Dumbledore would believe such rumors.

"Albus, this is a conspiracy, they just want you dead." He persuaded his old friend with difficulty, feeling that he was too cruel and broke Albus's last fantasy.

"Gellert, this is my last chance. I am willing to pay everything for it, even my life."

Dumbledore's expression was determined, and he stared at Grindelwald firmly.

Grindelwald looked at him, and suddenly felt as if time had never flown before, and he was back to that summer again.

Immediately, a shiver from his bones swept through him. He had never felt so scared. What if the murderer of Ariana was not him?

Grindelwald calmed down and told Dumbledore about his encounter with a branch of the Black family in France.

"The Black family is the family with the deepest research on the soul. They even created many soul magics of their own. You can borrow them from the old headmaster of Hogwarts."

"No," Dumbledore remembered the other little guy and smiled, "The Black heir is a very interesting little guy. Trust me, you will definitely like him."

Grindelwald nodded indifferently, "Compared to the boy who often wrote to me describing his great plans and Horcruxes, I think it won't be any worse."

"Speaking of Voldemort, I think Tom will like my Halloween gift for him."

The heavy rain had long since stopped, the clouds slowly dispersed, the washed night sky was frighteningly beautiful, and the waning moon shone softly on them through the window.