[HP] Dark Godfather

The sun is shining, the climate is pleasant, and the scenery of Godric's Hollow is still charming, but things are gone, and yesterday's close friend may become today's enemy.

Dumbledore couldn't describe his mood at the moment. Since sending Geliott Grindelwald to Nurmengard, Dumbledore has never crossed the English Channel to visit Grindelwald. On the other hand, Dumbledore himself did not know how to face Grindelwald.

However, what should come still cannot be avoided.

Perhaps because life is coming to an end, Dumbledore is more free and easy than before, and he even smiled at Grindelwald.

"I remember the last time we met, you looked serious like my black magic mentor, Albus, it seems that you are in a good mood today, I hope it is because of me." Geliot Grindelwald looked very good, which is consistent with Dumbledore's gray complexion was in stark contrast.

"Hehe, indeed, long time no see, Geliott, how does it feel to enjoy freedom?" Dumbledore touched his long beard, but his eyes were fixed on Grindelwald's chin, "You can try to make a beard Braids, I've tried, are great to put away, especially with soup."

Grindelwald also stroked his beard, and thought about it seriously, "Hmm...my handwork is not very good, and it's not bad to tie it with an exercise band. I tried it, and it won't be stained with sauce when eating steak. "

Grindelwald said so, and really bent down to pick a slightly long grass blade from the grass, used the transformation spell to form a golden forged belt, and then carefully tied his beard.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with a beard and smiled, and sighed, "You always do what you say, Geliott. Sometimes I really envy you. One of my students said: A wise man is still hesitating." , The brave have conquered the world, I think it makes sense, I just think too complicated, and you are completely a man of action."

Grindelwald laughed at himself, "Because I have a stupid mouth, Albus, if I could persuade you tactfully instead of forcing you to leave Ariana forcefully, Aberforth wouldn't be so excited to talk to us. Arguing, naturally not..." Grindelwald's eyes darkened, "I'm sorry, Albus, when I regain my senses, the tragedy has already been cast, and I'm really sorry."

Dumbledore's face changed, and he said tremblingly, "You don't have to take the responsibility on yourself, Garriott, I know it's me..."

"It doesn't matter who it is, Albus, dwelling on the past is stupid," Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore's remorse with a frown, "I'm sorry, but I don't regret it at all, Albus , you shouldn’t be bothered by mundane things.”

Dumbledore snorted coldly, "But starting a world war is not an honorable cause, Geliott, I don't see the higher interests benefiting the people, you keep going forward, but you don't care about the road you have trampled on. "

"I know, of course I care, but I can't control it, I said I'm not as smart as you, if, if you were willing to help me..." Grindelwald said excitedly, his voice trembling, "You You know, those conspirators, they lied to me, deceived me, they are simply demons, those ghettos, concentration camps... When I found out, a large number of Muggles were turned into Philosopher's Stones by them... I hate alchemy Warlocks, I hate them, they don't treat people as people, in their eyes, those fresh lives are just materials, they are equivalent exchange items..."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore in pain. The latter had a stern expression. Obviously, Grindelwald was revealing the content of some wartime non-disclosure agreements. Dumbledore thought he understood, but the facts were obviously more cruel——

"But I can't stop them. Too many people's interests are entangled in it. Magical organizations all over the world have placed orders during the war. The supply of Philosopher's Stones is in short supply. The wizarding field that has been shrinking for nearly half a century has been destroyed by this war. Expanded ten times, the old monsters in North America even controlled the Muggle government, they released nuclear demons, those alchemist apprentices had sold their souls to the demons, their purpose was to form a new order, those who started in the Middle Ages , they are tirelessly pursuing the order-contract order, everything can be exchanged, including souls."

Dumbledore felt his throat dry, "Then did you exchange it? Geliott, have you used those Philosopher's Stones?"

Geliott Grindelwald smiled wryly, "No, I even killed a few warlocks who tried to expand the concentration camp, so I was abandoned and thrown out of their camp... And I thought, rather than make a mistake People who know the details are stepping on my dead body, why not let you, my friend, show your talent, after all, you and I once had the same dream."

Dumbledore let out a long sigh, "It seems that we are destined to be the misfits in this world, Geliott, you are telling me this now, does it mean that you are going to confront them head-on?"

"Maybe..." Grindelwald lowered his head, and said vaguely, "But I'm not as smart as you, Albus, I'm easily taken advantage of, and I have too many weaknesses."

Dumbledore was moved and said, "Kindness is not a weakness, Geliott, as long as your original intention remains the same, you can still do a lot of things, and you have enough time to make up for your regrets."

"Yes, Albus, that's what I want to do!" Grindelwald suddenly looked up and gave Dumbledore a cheerful smile, as if they were meeting for the first time.

Then, Dumbledore suddenly found himself unable to move, and the old headmaster watched in surprise and anger as Grindelwald showed his wand to attack him.

Grindelwald put down the new wand hidden in his robe, and said softly, "I can do one last thing for this world, for you, something that must be done, for a higher good."

He grabbed Dumbledore's stiff left hand, took off the glove, and carefully looked at the obsidian ring Dumbledore was wearing, "It's the Resurrection Stone, and it's superimposed with a curse, Albus, you're too careless!"

Dumbledore's eyes suddenly became flustered, and the magic pressure on his body gradually increased, obviously wanting to get rid of Grindelwald's control, because he knew what Grindelwald wanted to do, and he was afraid of Geliot from the bottom of his heart to do it thing.

Grindelwald withdrew the ring that had been warmed with light for a long time from his right hand, and slowly approached Dumbledore's left hand. The curse on the obsidian receded at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the ring was put on by Dumbledore. fingers, and the obsidian ring quickly moved to Grindelwald's right finger.

Dumbledore felt as if his whole body had been washed by the holy light, while Grindelwald, on the contrary, seemed to have fallen into a gloomy and painful hell for an instant.

The reborn Dumbledore grabbed Geliott's right hand the moment he resumed his actions, but he couldn't take off the obsidian ring.

"I've always wished to put a ring on you, and now my wish has come true!" Geliott Grindelwald, who was getting weaker and weaker, smiled and looked at Dumbledore's rare flustered expression.

"Stupid, Garriott, why are you always so impulsive?" Dumbledore couldn't help crying, he tremblingly hugged Grindelwald, who was already standing unsteadily, "Don't give up, Garriott, this curse is not completely unsolvable , I will find a way to cure you, don't give up, please..."

Grindelwald stared affectionately into Dumbledore's eyes, "I've always wondered, do you like those woolen socks?"

Dumbledore nodded with a sob, "I like it very much, I like it very much, I will wait for you to give me another pair next Christmas!"

Grindelwald smiled, and his smile disappeared into the dust of ashes and annihilation. At the moment when the power of light reached its peak, he and the evil curse turned into ashes, and Black's black contract took effect again, harvesting the old devil soul, and took the obsidian ring back to his hand.

Dumbledore stared blankly at the still trembling hand. There seemed to be the last remaining warmth of Garriott's body there. Unconsciously, Dumbledore heard what Sirius Black once said, "...maybe In the end you’ll find that all you wished for was to sit in a chair with your best friend in a pair of woolen socks and sip black tea.”

xxxxxx

Black came to Voldemort's closed door and knocked gently three times, "Voldy, I have a gift for you!"

"Go away, Black, don't mess with me!" Voldemort rubbed his forehead and tried to fall asleep. God knows how he has endured it recently. Black is an energetic lunatic. He keeps making noise and destruction, non-stop. , because the lunatic actually showed the same masochistic expression of enjoyment as his cousin Bella, that expression can only make Voldemort's hair stand on end, even if you use the silencing spell, because Black will use the demonic scream to go straight to your brain.

Just when Voldemort finally resorted to his trump card - the black contract, ordering Black to stop pretending to be crazy, the dark godfather affectionately asked Lord Voldemort to carefully read the contract -

"Voldy, Old Black is selling his soul, complete soul, including all my personalities, preferences and other personal qualities. Back then, the Lord of Darkness was interested in Old Black's unique style. Your vision is as good as Lord of Darkness, dear , if you fall in love with someone, you have to tolerate everything about him, do you understand?"

So Voldemort was devastated, he hid in the room, and did not come out for a long time like Black at the beginning, but obviously Voldemort could not achieve the perverted transformation of Black.

"Honey, I really have a gift for you, you like it!" Black squeezed his throat and whimpered.

"Go to hell, Blake, damn gift!" Voldemort buried his head in the quilt, hoping for a good night's sleep, the devil knew he hadn't slept well for two weeks.

"Okay then..." Blake sobbed loudly "aggrieved", "I'll just throw away the third soul piece, anyway, you don't want it..."

"Huh!" The door opened quickly, and Voldemort showed a surprised face with two thick dark circles under his eyes, "The third soul piece?"

Blake smiled sweetly, closed his eyes, and pouted exaggeratedly, "Here, give me a kiss, and I'll give it to you!"

Voldemort saw a pouty pig's snout painted bright red with black lines...

"Bang!" Voldemort's door slammed shut again.

Blake opened his eyes triumphantly, stretched out his hand to wipe off the lipstick he had just put on, and smacked his lips with unsatisfactory expression, "Oh, Voldy is still so shy..."

He tossed the obsidian ring in his hand, and said loudly to Voldemort who was still struggling in the room, "My dear, tonight is the best time for fusion. I will wait for you in my room. Remember, don't let me Wait too long……"

Blake turned around and left humming a messy tune. Unsurprisingly, he heard Voldemort uttering a series of curses and kicking stools in the room to vent his anger.

"Hey, fight with me, brat, you're still young!" The dark godfather staggered with a glass of red wine, and walked downstairs in graceful catwalks under the admiring gazes of a room full of portraits, continuing his plot The ruse went.