Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

"Time plays tricks on everyone, and I'm always looking for the details, the little details that I've overlooked because they tell me all the terrible things and how all the portents of disaster come to be, but every time it's getting closer In time, it slipped away..." Dumbledore slowly stood up from the eight-eyed spider's corpse, his already old body, his back was still straight, and a hand with as dry as bark was holding a protruding knuckle. Wand into several knots.

The saint cast a cold gaze. If the gaze could kill, I believe that the white wizard has already fallen to the ground.

In their view, this is simply a great shame.

Dumbledore defeated Grindelwald in 1945, but all the books and rumors don't say that the white wizard changed his wand after 1945, and ordinary wizards almost never change their wands in their lives. It is extremely important, unless previously has been completely destroyed.Dumbledore abandoned his wand after the war and used Grindelwald's instead. The wand broken by the German Ministry of Magic only belonged to Grindelwald in his youth. It was this elder wand with a somewhat strange appearance.

"I don't want this to be your last option, Gellert."

The White Wizard walked past Aragog's body and sighed:

"I'm not Hagrid."

Grindelwald's casual smile finally froze for an instant, and he narrowed his eyes dangerously.

"No amount of powerful magic power can replace anything. Time is the most terrifying magic, and Merlin can't stop it. I've been living in comfort, but it's not as good as it was in the decisive battle 50 years ago. Gellert, you should Understand, what would happen to a saint without you, I don't want to die after you."

The white wizard's voice slowed down, and his blue eyes were filled with silent sorrow: "I must go to see Ariana first, and ask her to forgive us."

"Us?" Grindelwald sneered uncontrollably, "We are three of us!"

"Gellert, please calm down..."

"Why you and not Aberforth?"

Almost at the same time when Dumbledore's face turned pale, Grindelwald noticed that he was out of control, and tried to adjust his breathing and emotions. He thought that he had forgotten what impulsivity was and was angry, but he didn't expect that it would be so easy to make all the appearance of perfection disappear. , ignoring the uneasy subordinates behind him, he stared at the panicked Death Eaters in front of him.

Bella was using the wand in panic, trying to detoxify Voldemort and heal the wound, but these were in vain, and silvery white strands appeared in the flowing black blood.

The blood of the unicorn is as beautiful as the moonlight, silvery white.

It's a dire omen.

[spider?How stupid. ]

Bella looked up in horror, the familiar hoarse voice came from behind.And the Lord, whom she devoted herself to treating, showed a terrifying murderous intent in his eyes, looking straight behind him.

Bella turned her head abruptly, but saw nothing. In fact, everyone wanted to retreat subconsciously. A dark mist suddenly diffused from the depths of the ruins. Bella didn't dodge, but vigilantly grabbed Wand, but the magic defense in front of her shattered silently, and before she had time to recite the next spell, she was covered by the black mist.

Seeing nothing, her body fell to the ground involuntarily, and Bella let out a sharp cry from her throat.

Just when she was wondering whether she was dead or not, she heard a very scary voice.

"Sizzling..."

The Lord's pet Bella is not unfamiliar, but Nagini's Parseltongue is definitely not this voice, this voice is deep and deep, terrifying and dull, as if it came from a very far away place through a pipe, so muffled. With a kind of almost tragic hunger.

[Hiss, are you Tom from Nagini?Looks miserable, your soul shards look bigger than you - well, he doesn't look too good either. ]

[…Shut up. ]

[how dare you?The descendant of the master, even if you have almost no bloodline, you can still make a contract with my soul, but my master is here...]

[Aerys, I don't think you like going back to the castle to be with Grail. ]

[…Wow! ]

[My subordinates, my power, look, very good, even the wand has been recovered by you, you are not useless as I imagined, although a spider has put you in a desperate situation. ]

[...Luck hiding in the dark, chi, master soul, you...do you think...]

[You're not me, hmph, never, don't even understand that what I abandoned was the last thing I wanted... Resurrected well, now, the time of the game is over, it's time to give me back what belongs to me, even yours So is this piece of soul. ]

[what--]

There was a terrifying sound. Just when Bella was terrified and thought that she was blind and couldn't see anything, the surrounding black mist gradually dissipated, and a very large shadow appeared on the black and transparent marble floor.It was only a few meters away from her, and she didn't even hear how this creature, which was more terrifying than a python, slid over.

What's even more frightening is that this huge monster was still writhing and rolling on the ground in a very strange posture.

Not far away, a person flashed past in the shadows. Although it was very fast, Bella could still see the platinum-blond hair clearly.

Lucius.

Narcissa's husband, a traitor.

While they were all in prison for their master, he continued to enjoy himself outside alone.

Bella bit her lip and gave a crazy smile, as if a death curse would be read out of her mouth in the next second. The long-term prison life in Azkaban made her consciousness always slightly confused, such as now she Suddenly, he thought that the Lord's situation just now was wrong, and under his desperation, he saw Voldemort half leaning on the pillar stained with pitch-black blood, as if he had lost consciousness.

She uttered a horrified cry and tried to pounce, but the huge and terrifying snake slid between her and the Lord.

[Hiss, said Harry, he overheard a prophecy... what two can only live one...]

Grindelwald has already taken a step back, staring closely at the figure coming out of the dark ruins, like a ghost in the dark night, pale and thin, as clear as the wind, but with a terrifying pressure that makes people unable to breathe, melancholy Elegant and noble, slowly emerging from the dark shadows, it seems to have taken away all the mystery and fear of the night, and condensed the indescribable pale beauty, not the youthful innocence, just like——

Yes, it was like the sudden arrival in the middle of the night in Nurmengard during the snow season last year.

The gold locket hangs down in front of the robe embroidered with ancient runes. The robe reflects a dull green light. The deep lake green pupils are clear and clear without any color, so cold that they seem to be still, and the pale skin is so thin. The tiny blood vessels are also almost clear and slightly bluish, noble and graceful, perfect and elegant.

Even in the world of wizards with countless near-real portraits, it is difficult to see such an ancient and noble and luxurious temperament, stretching out their fingers, slender and maintaining a perfect posture. Draw on the illusion of walking down.

[Iris. ]

The basilisk skillfully stretched its huge head under the slender white fingers and gently rubbed its forehead a little.

Grindelwald gasped. Except in Hogwarts Castle, in fact, every time he saw the Duke of Slytherin, he had the feeling of overturning his previous judgment and believing that the other party was more terrifying than the last time he saw it.

Could it be that the souls have merged together again?

Grindelwald, who only saw one Duke of Slytherin, couldn't help but guess wildly.

"Good day, Lord Slytherin."

Even Grindelwald couldn't help being afraid. This is the first time and the most real feeling of Salazar Slytherin. It is indeed the most terrifying and unimaginable to anyone after 1000 years. Dark wizards, saints and death eaters kill Muggles who can't resist and wizards who don't know how to resist and don't know the real terrible spells. Slytherin, living in the middle ages when black magic is the most powerful, is facing What?

How could he give up so easily?

Did not die in Nurmengard's basement, naturally because he had to choose another path.

"Gellert Grindelwald, you—"

In fact, it is the same as that spider.

Salazar stared at Grindelwald who had hidden his killing intent in his smile.

Ever since Hogwarts completely sealed that room, he and Ling Cha had undergone wonderful changes.At the beginning, when Greer fell from the sky restlessly, he and Ling Cha made a decision, and he and Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic.Then he discovered this wonderful and slow change.

No regrets, no regrets.

They had no chance to speak another word to Godric.

I like my 15-year-old appearance, and I have other things besides yearning. I don't want to meet Godric's fate, and I don't want to lose the chance of true friendship. Even Slytherin believes in re-starting.

It's just that it's foam after all.

Everyone is doing what they think is the most correct thing, but no one will think carefully about whether they really need all the protection they pay, including their lives.