There is always a crossing that suits you

I am Gellert Grindelwald, the illegitimate child of the Grindelwald family, but also the only child.In fact, when there is only one person in the next generation of a family, it doesn't matter whether that person is a legitimate child or an illegitimate child, especially which child has a unique magical talent.

I have always known that I am a genius, and I have been able to skillfully mobilize the magic power in my body since the first magic power riot.All the elders say that my talent is the best ever in the Grindelwald family, and I am a born dark wizard.I didn't live up to their expectations, I love black magic so much, whether it's the power that walks in the body and controls everything, or the feeling of being able to destroy everything at will makes me intoxicated.When I was young, I liked to read all kinds of books about black magic and try all kinds of black magic experiments. It doesn't matter if I fail, Gellert Grindelwald is fearless.Each of the great dark wizards in those stories fascinates me. I once swore that I would become a great dark wizard like them. Even after thousands of years, the wizards of later generations will tremble in fear before my name is mentioned.

I was 13 years old when I met him, and it was the time when I was young and energetic.

I had just become a third grader in Durmstrang at the time, secretly trying to apparate, which I only learned in sixth grade.The sense of danger of traveling through space for the first time made me tremble slightly with excitement.But when my feet touched the ground again, I found that I seemed to have made a mistake.

But I didn't have time to regret my little mistake, because I saw him in a yard full of camellias.He was just a fragile soft Muggle cub.At the time, I just thought that squishy little cub was cute for no reason.This is a very strange feeling. Having been educated in pure blood since I was a child, I even look down on mixed races, let alone a Muggle?It's not normal that the first reaction when seeing a humble Muggle is not disgust but delight.

I don't want to stay longer, I'm ready to leave.

But that soft Muggle actually jumped up and hugged my leg!The spell has been uttered, the magic has been activated, and it is irreversible. I can only carry such a drag bottle to jump into space again.

Many years later, every time I think back to this first encounter, I will lament the magic of fate.He broke into my life recklessly like this, smashed my defenses abruptly with a forward-looking attitude, and then made a nest in the bottom of my heart.

"Let's get married."

"I will marry you when I grow up."

"This is an engagement ring, wear it and you will be mine."

This tender cub just made his own decisions, connecting my life with his.It was obviously a ridiculous promise to die, but for some reason I didn't refuse it.

Not without struggle, he regarded his words as a childish pleading of a cub, and ignored his overtures, but at some point this ignorance became a form of acquiescence.

Allow him to talk to himself, allow him to grab the corner of his clothes, allow him to enter his own small circle...

I didn't even realize that I had tacitly allowed him to get so close.

The parting came suddenly.

An "experimental accident" I blew up Durmstrang's laboratory and was expelled from school.The eagle will not be bound, I decided to go around, the world is so big, I want to learn unknown magic, see novel creatures.I said goodbye to him and went on a long journey.With a secret thought in his heart, this could be regarded as giving himself a chance to think about the precocious Muggle cub.

At my great-aunt's house in England, I met Albus Dumbledore.Albus is a promising White Wizard and a Hogwarts prefect.He is the only wizard I have ever seen whose talent is comparable to mine, but it is a pity that he is on the bright side.

But this does not affect our friendship, the strong can always attract each other.Coupled with our similar personalities and similar ambitions, we naturally have many common topics.We had a great time and probably would have really liked him if I hadn't already had my little pup.

I've sneaked into the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts, with his help, of course.Let's go to the centaur who is good at astrology, and ask Firenze - the leader of the centaur - to predict for us.

"The intersecting confidant, the line of fate has changed, the established enemy, the opponent of fate."

We didn't talk on the way back, we were friends but we were told that we would kill each other in the future...

"The future is not immutable." I said, "I believe in myself more than fate."

"The future is not static." His blue eyes showed a cold light different from that of the cub. "It would be foolish to believe too much in prophecy."

We made an appointment to meet again tomorrow, and he went back to his bedroom. I wanted to go directly to my aunt's house.But standing in front of the fireplace, I hesitated again.Putting down the Floo powder by accident, without disturbing anyone, I turned back to the Forbidden Forest.

"Dark Wizard, shouldn't you be leaving? What are you doing here?" Firenze's tone was not very good.

"I want you to prophesy to me."

"I've already made the prophecy, it's up to you to believe it or not." Firenze wanted to leave after speaking.

"It's not that one!" I was a little impatient, "It's about the other person!"

"Who?" Firenze didn't leave immediately, but I could see that his patience was running out.

"..." For some reason, I hesitated again at the critical moment.I don't want people to know him, I don't want people to find him, he is mine.

"If you don't tell me, I will really leave."

"It's about the person who gave me this ring." Finally I decided to ask.

"Ring?" The tall centaur stared at my finger, and I bet I could see fear and hesitation in his eyes.

"Tell me." I trusted my feelings that this was out of the ordinary.An ordinary Muggle cub can give me such a treasure that can cause turmoil in the wizarding world.

"This person is not in the astrolabe, he is not any star." The centaur said in a tone of awe, "He came here following the will of the world, and will eventually leave following the will of the world."

"If you continue to have fellowship with him, one day you will voluntarily lay down your life for him."

"That's all I can say"

After speaking, the horseman left without giving me any chance to ask questions.

Damn, there are still many questions.If it wasn't for my lack of strength, I would definitely keep that centaur and ask him a lot.

What does it mean to voluntarily sacrifice your life for him?It sounds like his affairs involve some high-level field...

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A few years later, I broke with Dumbledore, started my own army, formed saints... piece by piece, piece by piece, and I haven't seen my little cub for a long time.

Until suddenly a burst of heart palpitations hit, as if about to lose the most important thing in him, a big gap was gouged out in his heart, and the pain pierced his heart and lungs.I immediately put down the experiment that was going on at a critical moment, and left the basement against the astonished eyes of my subordinates.Apparated a few times and came to the source of my palpitations.

The cold sea water, the collapsed steel plate, and the dying young man soaked in blood.There was a bang in my ears, and countless stars suddenly exploded in the dark universe in front of my eyes, and all the disturbances disappeared suddenly, leaving only him in my world.

Never has I realized so clearly for a moment: I can't lose him!

I took him to the manor for treatment, and took him regardless of his weakness after he woke up.It's not that I don't want to be considerate, but the long and difficult wait since these days in his coma is almost driving me crazy.how so?Obviously it doesn't matter if we haven't seen each other for so many years, but this meeting broke out all the longing, so strong that it almost burned me to ashes like magma.Something was desperately needed to prove that he was there, that he was alive.

Whether he likes it or not, Gellert has always been selfish and headstrong.

He is mine, and he was the one who came to pursue me first.

Now that I want him, isn't it right for him to be completely mine?

The Dark Lord never misses what he likes, and he must get what the Dark Lord wants.