hp dumbledore's death march

"Have you ever thought about why we are here?" Dumbledore looked straight ahead.

Gellert frowned sharply, wondering why Dumbledore brought this up so suddenly.

"I think I know." Albus suddenly raised the corner of his mouth and smiled back.Gellert couldn't help holding his breath, and was puzzled by Albus' words for the next second.

"You know?" He licked his dry lips.

"Yeah." Albus looked vaguely.

"Would you mind telling me?" His voice was so forced, Gellert thought ruefully.

"Here he is," Albus replied.

Gellert followed his gaze, and the surroundings were already different. If I had to say it, the originally clear white space seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.Someone's coming, Gellert thought unhappily.Or people who don't belong here, living people.

Forgive him for being startled when he turned his head again, the white-haired version of Albus changed into a flowing dark blue robe.

"The person I'm waiting for is here." He smiled gratifiedly.

"Hmph." Gellert let out an unintelligible hum from his nasal cavity, and turned his head indifferently.

Albus strode in that direction, and Gellert followed closely with a cold breath all over his body.

A boy, a naked boy, lay quietly on the milky ground.

"Perhaps we should wait," said Albus indulgently.

"What is this?" Gellert was concerned about something else, and he looked at the thing under the seat with disgust, and he drew out "an abandoned child?"

"Of course not." Albus ignored him. "It's Voldemort."

"Voldemort?" Gellert raised his eyebrows, mocking sarcastically, "I didn't expect him to have a hobby of skinning. He really spared no effort to disfigure his face."

"Harry is awake." Dumbledore did not comment on his words. "Let's go."

Gellert's eyes changed, and he looked at Albus's straight back inquiringly.Is that what he thinks?

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"You can't help. "

Harry turned sharply.Albus Dumbledore was walking towards him.

"Harry." He opened his arms, both hands white and intact, "you wonderful boy. You brave, brave man. Let's go."

Dumbledore strode away from the red-skinned kid who lay there whimpering, and Harry followed in a daze.Dumbledore led the way to the three chairs, which stood apart under the high, gleaming roof, which Harry hadn't noticed earlier. "

I also didn't find the third person sitting on the chair, a very cute little blond boy, who looked up at him with a gloomy expression. Where have I seen him?Harry thought blankly, must have seen it, where is it?

The Headmaster's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he looked up, asking, "Am I dead?" Harry's voice stammered a little, "I let Voldemort's Killing Curse hit me, so am I dead? "

Harry saw the sarcasm and undisguised mockery on the face of the laid-back blond boy, and he said in a voice that everyone could hear, "Silly boy." Harry hesitated, and the look of the boy reminded him for a moment Dumbledore, Nepe, had no intention of talking to the boy.He looked at Harry intently.

As quick-witted as Harry noticed, the boy's complexion had grown even more stinky.

So Harry decided to change the subject.

"Harry turned to look at the injured little life shaking under the chair over there.

"What professor is that?"

"Something we can't do anything about," said Dumbledore. "

"The soul of the bald man," the boy lazily said. "Really? I suppose so? A madman with a split-soul fetish."

Harry looked at the whimpering creature in shock, and the pity in his heart dissipated.

Dumbledore nodded without denying it.

Harry swallowed and said, "Professor, why?"

"Think about it, Harry," said Dumbledore encouragingly, "Think about it."

"I am the seventh Horcrux." Harry said slowly.

"Correct!"

"Voldemort took my blood." The answer was on Harry's lips, and it came out effortlessly.

"So now, Harry, your soul is all your own."

"You know? You always knew?" Harry stared blankly at Dumbledore's smiling face.

"It's just my guess. It's just that my guesses are always about the same."

"Where's the Deathly Hallows?" Harry was a little aggressive at this moment.

The space was a little quiet for a moment, and even the kid who had been a little ignorant of their conversation turned his face to him.

Harry felt like he was asking a very dangerous question.Because he suddenly remembered who this kid had always made him feel like, and he and Hermione had seen pictures of him in Godric's Hollow when he was young, the first Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald.

Harry thought he could ask that question in front of these two, really, pills.Harry's desperate face, did you see the old devil's obviously upset expression?Who can beat me to death who was fooling me a few minutes ago.

"Hallows, not bad at all." Dumbledore murmured.

It was too late to get rid of the topic now, Harry could only try his best to avoid the minefield, "You borrowed the Invisibility Cloak from my father."

Harry noticed that Gellert sat up a little more.

"Exactly," said Dumbledore.

"Voldemort holds the Elder Wand."

Harry glanced nervously at Grindelwald, Gellert lowered his head, Harry couldn't understand his current emotions at all.

"The Deathly Hallows is a hoax."

"Voldemort went to Grindelwald." Harry thought he could save it again.

"Oh?"

"He didn't tell Voldemort where the Elder Wand was? He lied. Lied that he never had it."

"I've heard it said that late in life he showed remorse in his cell at Nurmengard. He didn't tell Voldemort to make up for his mistakes."

"He didn't say it, maybe it was to prevent Voldemort from breaking into your grave..."

There was an unbearable silence.

Gellert stared at Albus intently, but Dumbledore was only concentrating on playing with his hands.

Finally he said, "Harry, do you want to go back?"

Harry: ...huh? ? ? ?Oh, can't take it anymore, drive me away?I don't follow, I don't follow! ! !

Then Harry was forced onto the train by Albus. Amidst the whining sound, Harry Assist Potter went back to continue their fateful battle with Vol. Big Baldy Demort for [-] rounds.

"There's no need to play anymore, Gellert."

Gellert stretched slightly, his body slowly stretched and became closer to an adult, and the facial lines changed from soft to hard and handsome.

He asked with great interest, "When did you remember that?"

Albus smoothed his beard and looked at Gellert sharply through half-moon glasses.Say, "I feel when Harry appears."

"That's it." Gellert's eyes became even more unscrupulous.

Dumbledore frowned, a little annoyed.

"So Al, how are you going to punish me?" He laughed lowly and rustlingly.

Suddenly Albus laughed, as sly as a fox. "Why don't you spend the rest of the journey with a bad old man."

Gellert's eyes changed, and he said hoarsely, "It's an honor."

The back view of these two people together is unexpectedly harmonious.

Where the treasure is, so is the heart.

The author has something to say: Hey hey hey hey, this fanart is over! ! !

Albus and Gellert are really a pair of Sippies who have always wanted to write but dare not write. They have fallen into this pit since the reading of Big Lemon.

What is certain is that the boss really has a lot of ∠(?」∠)＿ and the writing style is beyond my comparability.I can only do my best not to let them become another person, and give them a happy ending within the scope of my ability. (Although it is still ooc.)

Anyway, thank you to all the little angels who have been patient and endured the update speed of the spicy chicken author, thank you for your support! !thank you all.

In the end, I'll try my best to write a side story, hehehehehehehe. ∠(?」∠)_