The yew wood wand was raised in his hand, Avada Kedavra stayed on his lips, and the magic power surged in his body, waiting to be erupted with this spell.The Dark Lord could almost have predicted that the green light would simply take the life of the unsuspecting Dumbledore, ending the life of the guy he had always regarded as his great enemy.

An extremely tempting illusion appeared in front of his eyes: the green light flashed past and sank into Dumbledore's back without any hindrance. Like a big tattered doll, it doesn't move anymore.Maybe there will still be traces of dreams like this on his expression, which will make him look extra happy and peaceful, just like having a good dream in a deep sleep.

The wizarding world should have changed a long time ago, from Dumbledore's era to the Dark Lord's era.He is confident that the wizarding world will develop better in his hands than in Dumbledore's.And he doesn't need an opponent who can match him and become a banner that the rebels trust.

The events that led to the break between Grindelwald and Dumbledore suddenly came to mind, along with ominous shadows.Ariana's death directly caused the two like-minded confidants to part ways, and Dumbledore was not even sure whether Ariana really died at the hands of Grindelwald.

And what does Dumbledore mean to Harry?

He was Harry's guide into the wizarding world, and his admirer during the years when he was young and most likely to shape his personality. He single-handedly arranged Harry's journey in Hogwarts, and he almost held Harry in the Palm, he pays attention to him, guides him, shapes him, no matter what his real image is, no matter how he discredits him in front of Harry, Dumbledore will always be special to Harry.

He couldn't lie to himself, he couldn't deny the specialness.

He wasn't sure, if he really killed Dumbledore...

Harry smiled sweetly at him in the illusion, his emerald green eyes sparkled, and the love in his eyes was almost overflowing to the point of oozing.

—Harry would be disappointed if you did, very disappointed.He will definitely leave you.

—No, he only loses his temper.Maybe this tantrum will last a long time and be very violent, but eventually it will pass, he will forgive me, he will forget Dumbledore, and he will come back to me.No one can break our connection.

——Harry has a principled bottom line, and there are some things he will never forgive.

——Then I can force him.He has things he cares about, his godfather, his friends, all his close people.I always make him forgive me.

——Don’t dream, it’s impossible, some things cannot be forced.

——He will give up everything for the lives of his friends and relatives, how can he say that some things cannot be forced?

——Don't lie to yourself, you know what kind of person he is in essence.He is even willing to die, and he will not give up the bottom line.You're attracted to him like that, aren't you?

The slender fingers clenched the yew wood wand so hard that the knuckles protruded a little, and the veins on the pale hands were exposed. The Dark Lord suddenly closed his eyes and dispelled the scene in front of him. Avada Kedavra lingered on his lips for a while, But in the end it failed to spit out.

Grindelwald's voice suddenly sounded in his heart, and his tone was full of sincere regret: "Every wizard is precious. Extremely precious. I shouldn't kill people for the difference in ideas... I didn't notice this in advance For one thing, I deeply regret it..."

The Dark Lord's movements paused, and finally he made a "cut" in his heart.This is not a reason to convince himself to let Dumbledore go, even if he can let go of everyone in the world, he cannot let Dumbledore go. He also had the upper hand 15 years ago, but what happened to him in the end?

The sacrificial trap rebounded the deadly death curse, and he lost his body and could only work with animals, spending 14 years in the most humble and embarrassing posture.The strong will always have a way to come back, and killing them all is the safest way.

"No, no," Grindelwald's vision seemed to emerge before his eyes, and he said to himself with his usual lazy smile, "you can rest assured that power and status are not important things to Albus, If you can convince him, maybe he will be your helper."

Since the European headquarters were established in Durmstrang and Nurmengard, his chances of seeing the former Dark Lord were much higher, and he often chatted with him in different directions.From various metaphysical philosophies and policy discussions, down to various implementation-level specific and subtle means, and taking into account various black magic research, they have indeed established a strange friendship-like relationship.

These chats are indeed very pleasant, and it is rare for the Dark Lord to meet someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him in black art research and foresight. What's even more amazing is that probably because they were also called the devil in the past, some of their concepts are very compatible. They can often have a good chat - except for one thing, Grindelwald always likes to mention Dumbledore in his words.

If he killed Dumbledore...

It's not that Grindelwald doesn't have the means to turn the tables...

The relationship between Harry and Dumbledore...

The most evenly matched opponent, the most feared and admired enemy...

As if in an illusion, Harry still smiled at him quietly, while Grindelwald winked at the Dark Lord suggestively: "Do you need my help? I'd be happy to convince Albus."

"Hmph." The Dark Lord sneered silently in his heart.His expression turned cold, and cruelty slowly appeared in his eyes. The yew wood wand was pointed straight at Dumbledore's back, and the spell blurted out.

The light of the curse sank straight into Dumbledore's back, the expression on the old man's face froze, as if in slow motion, he fell to the ground slowly, slowly, and landed on the ruins of the room, splashing There was dust on the ground, and the resurrection stone ring on the fingertips rolled down to the side, lingering a strong curse that could not be dispelled.

The Dark Lord was stunned for a while, then slowly stepped forward, waved his wand, lifted the curse on the resurrection stone ring, and picked up the precious Deathly Hallows.He stared complicatedly at the holy object that was said to be able to reverse life and death, put it in his arms, then turned around, looking down at Dumbledore who was lying on the ground.

Only then did he realize that Dumbledore was very old.He lived for more than 150 years, and he stood at the top of the wizarding world for most of his time. Until his beard and hair turned white, he was still the most admired and believed by all righteous people.There are so many people who are willing to die for him, even Harry in the previous life, just as there are so many people who are willing to die for themselves.

The Dark Lord shook his head lightly, and silently made a mouth gesture to the old man lying on the ground:

Goodbye, Dumbledore.

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Hogwarts.

Sybill Trelawney frowned, fiddling with the cards in her hand again and again.The tall tower symbolizing destruction and disaster is placed in the upright position, and the lightning strikes down from the sky, bringing about unfortunate upheavals; while the god of death, which symbolizes the end and rebirth, is placed in the reverse position, and the god of death stands in front of the three brothers holding a flag.

"Disaster, misfortune, change, new life," she muttered to herself, "chaotic upheaval and a glimmer of life..."

— "Sybil!"

"Ah!" The sudden cry frightened her who was immersed in divination, and Sybill Trelawney recovered from her daze, only to see a silver cat parked in front of her. Professor McGonagall's patron saint.

"Sybil," said the patron saint of cats to her in Professor McGonagall's voice, "all the faculty members have a meeting, in the conference room on the sixth floor, immediately, immediately, don't be late."

After delivering the words, the patron saint jumped forward, and the silver light dissipated in the air little by little, leaving only Trelawney who was still a little dazed.She lowered her head and glanced at the tarot cards on the table again, then shivered suddenly, put away the tarot cards in her hand, and left the office.

When Trelawney reached the sixth floor, most of the staff were already there.The conference room seemed noisy, and everyone was chatting with each other. Trelawney looked around, but she didn't see Professor McGonagall.

She patted Professor Flitwick on the shoulder beside her: "Professor McGonagall called us to have a meeting, why?"

"I don't know," Professor Flitwick shrugged. "I was grading students' homework when I was suddenly notified. I've asked around just now, and no one knows the reason."

"Ominous..." Trelawney murmured nervously.

"What?" Professor Flitwick didn't hear clearly, and asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"It's nothing." Trelawney shook her head. "It should be my illusion." She couldn't help thinking of the two kinds of Tarot cards, and pursed her lips, "Wait for Professor McGonagall."

Without waiting too long, Professor McGonagall entered the meeting room with Hagrid.She raised her hand and spelled a few spells, closed the doors and windows, set the silence spell and warning spell, and then walked to the round table in the conference room.

Her stern expression and vigilant movements seemed to mean something, the teachers all quieted down and watched her, and a tense atmosphere began to circulate in the room.As soon as Professor McGonagall spoke, he really shocked the audience: "The principal's office is closed."

She looked around the office with a sullen face for a week, and continued: "The semester is not over yet, and Albus didn't send any news of anything wrong, but I just suddenly discovered that the principal's office is closed and no one can enter."

"I think you all know what this might mean." Professor McGonagall's face was so heavy that it seemed to drop shadows, "I last saw Albus a week ago, how about you? The last time Albus left school Before, did you leave any words?"

"No..." "The last time we met was a week ago, and I said hello."

"The last time I saw the principal was also a week ago and he seemed to be preparing for a long journey."

The teachers were talking about it, and Professor McGonagall showed a hint of disappointment on her face. She didn't get any clues from the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and she thought that there might be something left in Hogwarts...

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