Dressed as a Hogwarts portrait

The winter in Nurmengard is extremely cold, it seems that the thick stone wall can't cover anything, and the basement is filled with the coldness soaked into the bone marrow. The dark green pupils stared at the prisoner who was too horrified to straighten up unconsciously: "Salazar Slytherin."

With a deep and mellow voice like the last string of a harp, he recited his name without emotion, and his cold expression, which seemed to stand outside the crowd forever, interpreted the most perfect elegance of a nobleman, "For the Dark Lord that the world calls, I very curious."

It was just the simplest movement. The greatest white wizard in the world has already tightened his body. Gellert Grindelwald, who caused blood flow throughout Europe 50 years ago, moved his lower body with difficulty, and has lost his wand for many years. His wrists were horribly skinny, leaving only sharp and bright eyes staring at the calm and terrifying person in front of him.

"Tom Marvolo Riddle? Well, our descendants are facing such an opponent and 'senior'?"

Dumbledore avoided slightly, not looking at Grindelwald who was lying on the ground, and only said in the calmest voice: "Your Excellency, I must remind you that the enemy Voldemort will face is not me, but little Harry... ...the prophecy was set more than ten years ago, and Tom himself chose him."

"A descendant of mixed blood? Huh, it's really shameful enough, but—" Salazar didn't wait for Lingcha to speak, and suddenly said, "Hogwarts needs to change a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor every year? Nyx's bloodline betrayed him." Not those who have forgotten its fears, but those who have provoked its resentment, Albus Dumbledore, I am surprised to see you today."

"The prejudice of pure blood and mixed blood has blinded too many people's eyes. Whether a wizard is powerful or not depends only on their brains and how much they can learn from books." Dumbledore's words were only exchanged for a sneer.

It's Grindelwald.

He didn't look at the greatest opponent in his life, but stared into the night, standing on the messy steps, the long hair at the corner of his robe rose without wind under the faint suppressing magic pressure, and he didn't touch any dust. A man born noble and indifferent.

Salazar Slytherin, whether in legend or history, is shrouded in a terrible shadow.

Grindelwald slowly sat up from the ground. Because of the cold, his stiff hands and feet turned an unnatural dark blue color, his messy and unmanageable hair covered his face in a mess, but he seemed to be wearing the most expensive clothes, sitting with the most luxurious clothes in the past. It’s like waiting for loyal subordinates to come to see you in a luxurious castle: “Without a strong bloodline, without natural talent and power, how can you dare to say that it is for the greatest benefit?”

"Benefits?" Salazar repeated.

"We are empowered, and that power gives us the power to rule, and we strive to rule for the greater good."

If Salazar was just curious before, after hearing Lingcha's explanation, he would have turned to gaze at Grindelwald unexpectedly.Sensing the complete innocence of another self, Salazar was suddenly displeased, suppressed this feeling, and tried playfully: "Us?"

It was absolutely unexpected that Slytherin would know what they had said and said it. The two of them were in shock, and they were stunned at the same time and looked over with even more vigilance.

Ling Cha finally thought of something, and squinted slightly at the two people in front of him.

He seems to vaguely remember that Dumbledore and Grindelwald knew each other when they were teenagers, and then it seems that because of the death of Dumbledore's sister, they never saw each other again.

The Deathly Hallows, the Great Interest, the girl who died innocently, the Dark Lord who never set foot in England, the duel...

Ling Cha seems to have caught something, but he can't really think about it.

But he couldn't be more sensitive to the word "we".

That's right, we—he and Salazar have always called themselves this way, Slytherin is their common name, and they are used to it and have a completely consistent tacit understanding.Don't need friends, don't look forward to family affection, don't care about the longed-for love, because there is each other-the left hand held the right hand, and there was a slight tremor at that moment.

How wonderful, obviously they can control this body, but they will not show the slightest lack of coordination.Both of them froze for a moment because of this unexpected contact, feeling like their hearts skipped a beat for a second.

For just a moment, Grindelwald and Dumbledore were keenly aware of it at the same time.

Very wrong.

Duke Slytherin's weakness?

Grindelwald is still guessing that Dumbledore has realized.

Dual... no, did the two personalities conflict or swap?

Grindelwald gave Grindelwald a cautious look. Dumbledore would not forget the guesses in Gryffindor's last diary that have been confirmed today. Killing without any warning, he was thinking anxiously, but he didn't see Grindelwald who was slightly trembling with surprise because of his concerned eyes.

"Good night, Your Excellency the Duke?"

Dumbledore's temptation made the corners of Slytherin's lips twitch into a half-smile.

The secret they have kept for more than 60 years, the secret that no one alive knows, is not important now.

Because they will soon "meet" and end this life that has lasted for decades, that's why they hinted at Dumbledore without shyness. How can they not laugh at this kind of temptation now.

Haughty, yet sarcastic:

"It turns out that the etiquette of nobles in Britain likes to greet repeatedly. It seems that Godric left something behind."

Only the closest friends ever could have noticed their abnormality and guessed it.

"We are one."

The fingers are raised and placed on the lips, mysterious and elegant.

Grindelwald's eyes widened in horror for the second time this evening, staring at the wizard with the most perfect aristocratic temperament who broke into Nurmengard in the middle of the night as if he had never seen it before.

we?

What a weird and wonderful word.

Salazar, who originally only wanted to find a powerful enough soul-changing magic, looked at the former Demon King and the White Wizard with interest. His enlightenment was always faster than Ling Cha, and he was a little sarcastic and a little contemptuous of the two leaving. In such a situation, as for pity, he hasn't learned this emotion in half his life!

Lingcha...

Recited silently, Salazar's mood was a little confused, but he still smiled coldly: "Before I came, I heard something very interesting."

Taking a step forward, he looked down at the two with complicated expressions: "Deathly Hallows, what you want most in your heart..."

Ling Cha already looked at Grindelwald who stood up abruptly knowingly.

Hunger, cold, imprisoned, defeated, even all these can endure the Dark Lord who does not leave Nurmengard. Even if his wand is broken and he cannot see the color of the sky, he is still the one who made the whole of Europe bleed into rivers. Gellert Grindelwald.

"It is the naivety of fools to expect the resurrection of those who have died completely."

"And what about yourself, Your Excellency?" Grindelwald would never believe that magic could bring perfect and complete immortality.

"If the soul-returning stone is really effective, why didn't our descendants wake up our souls from a deep sleep?" Ling Cha's words made Dumbledore, who knew the inside story, frowned.

"Gaunt? Is that the name? It's decadent, dirty, and crazy, and it stains the blood of Slytherin!"

No one can be resurrected by something out of a fairy tale.

"Magic does not bring perfect and complete immortality, nor does it bring the breath of the rotten dead."

Only a powerful wizard who has prepared in advance can break free from the abyss of fate.

"How about, let's go and have a look together, the so-called soul-returning stone..." Ling looked at the two people with frozen expressions, and suddenly felt an indescribable joy, something that could replace the sacrifice of the soul, why didn't he think about it before? stand up?

There is no need to let Grindelwald die. Their descendants are still alive in this world. Instead of bothering with Voldemort, it is better to throw him to the devil in front of him.He would rather spend his spare time chatting and cooking potions to make cakes (...). Voldemort is obviously a paranoid person who has fallen into madness, and he is definitely not as good as Gellert Grindelwald, who has been imprisoned for 50 years in front of him.

Hearing the bitter breath from the howling north wind outside, Slytherin raised his head in the darkness.

Dozens of wizards braved the wind and snow, sneaked into the ruins, and broke into the layers of defenses of Nurmengard.

saint.

For that alone, Voldemort is incomparable.

With the palm turned over, the wand was retracted into the sleeve, and the slender and pale fingers tapped the wrist, elegantly and calmly: "Yes, I know, where is the soul-returning stone."