Supreme, Supreme, Dark Lord!

What is the decisive battle between traditional masters like?

Arrange a time and place, on a good day, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, after drinking the strongest wine and the most delicious food, stand on the battlefield, come to the west with a sword, and fight the glory of the summit?

──That's fiction, no leader in the real world would do that.

The idea of ​​leaving the soldiers and followers to fight alone is too heroic, obviously crazy and unreliable, so the game between Dumbledore and Grindelwald was very dull at the beginning, and the dullness was paved with the blood of Muggles. , bloody and full of smoky smell.

The bad weather doomed the Allied forces to lose their air superiority, and in order to defend their country, the German army, with high morale and no retreat, successfully broke through the weakly defended Ardennes with blitz tactics, tearing apart the British and American fronts, and at the same time Occupying the port of Antwerp, the fuel shortage gap was slightly filled in this battle, and the command of the British and American coalition forces was also chaotic due to the confrontation of German wizards who sneaked in desperately.

The strategy formulated by Grindelwald was successful, but at the cost of more than 6 corpses left by the German army, and dozens of outstanding wizards buried their bones in foreign lands, many of whom had just graduated from school or were about to take exams in the future pillars.

The children went to the battlefield with blood and ideals, but what responded to their enthusiasm was the cold magic light of the magic wand and the ruthless guns of iron and blood. The white cloth is full of gun holes and knife scars, and no amount of tears can fill the void.

Such a heavy sacrifice made the parents who wanted to welcome their beloved son back to grief, and they were so reluctant to let their children pursue their ideals. They never thought that that moment would be a farewell.

Dreamless Potion and Water of Life and Death have become the best-selling commodities in London, England. Many men and women cannot sleep without the potion, but the parents are also blowing up the sky while they are sad and weeping. Such a sacrifice?Especially when they know that these sacrifices participated in the war against the German devil Grindelwald.

Grindelwald, who occupied almost the whole of Europe in his heyday, never set foot in British territory. His ambition and desire for power are unknown, even in the hearts of the majority of British wizards, even if Grindelwald participated in the Muggle business outside. Well, that's only a matter for German wizards and Muggles. The conservative and closed-minded British wizards have always looked at this wizard who is willing to degenerate and mix with Muggles with a condescending and mocking attitude.

They are not as far-sighted as Dumbledore, they can't see the vague future, they don't even think that if Grindelwald's ambition is allowed to spread and occupy Europe, Asia, Africa and America, is it really possible that the other party will give up? This piece of fat hanging on the sea?

When others are silenced by unfair treatment in a disaster, no one will help you when the matter comes to a head.

In the face of pressure and incomprehension from all sides, even though the British Minister of Magic agreed with Dumbledore's ideas, he still chose to replace Dumbledore, suspended his teaching position at Hogwarts and strictly prohibited him and his Phoenix. will take part in the war.

The worried Dumbledore was forced to take a break. He stubbornly refused to follow the minister's order to evacuate, and insisted on staying by Churchill's side to care about the battle situation. Following Dumbledore was Tom Ridou, who had recently become silent.

The black boy who used to have an evil smile at the corner of his mouth now has a gloomy expression on his face, and his frowning and thinking looks a bit mature, but for those who have always cared about Tom, it is more for this maturity Distressed, Dumbledore looked at Tom's face standing behind him with some melancholy, and murmured softly, "The momentum of the German army can't last...we will win."

"...Well." Tom's answer felt a little preoccupied. He pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly, but at this moment, a big black bird broke through the tent, and a person who looked vaguely familiar golden cup thrown on the table.

Hufflepuff's Gold Cup.

"This is...?" Tom was stunned for a moment, stretched out his palm and stretched out his palm suspiciously towards the gold vessel on the table. Dumbledore felt that something was wrong and quickly pressed his shoulder, but it was too late. The feeling of pulling, the distance between the world is drawn infinitely closer.

Spin, tear, shatter and reassemble.

The speed of Pochi's teleportation is instantaneous, and it is also like an eternity that destroys the balance and makes people want to vomit. Dumbledore only felt dizzy in his head. And joyful eyes.

"Dumbledore..." Grindelwald, who took off his hood, touched Dumbledore's vicissitudes of face, and the emotion in his eyes was hot and lingering. He let out a sigh, but Dumbledore's reaction was just to slap Grindelwald away. Devore turned his hands back to protect Tom who was still lying on the ground. He looked like a lion with his beard and hair all spread out, and he stared at Grindelwald with complicated and bewildered eyes, "Grindelwald? How could you Here, didn't you swear you would never set foot in England?"

"This isn't England, it's Germany." The downcast eyes glanced at the young man who was firmly guarded by him. The original smile on the corner of Grindelwald's mouth became a little colder. Brighten each other's faces.

The two of them are similar in age and used to be friends, but after being separated for a period of time, the difference in appearance between the two friends is like father and son.

Grindelwald, who is nearly sixty but looks like thirty, and Dumbledore who is nearly sixty but lives like seventy.

Changed, many things, many backgrounds, changed a lot in the past, the only constant may be only the heart.

Grindelwald still loves Dumbledore, as always.

...the divider for the moon...

The night along the Rhine is black with lightning and thunder.

The gurgling water seemed to still carry the smoke and blood of the wars of the previous few days. The dark clouds covered the bright moon above, and only the occasional flashes of lightning could provide a little bit of light.

With that faint light, the two lovers who had been separated for three or forty years stared deeply at each other until Tom behind Dumbledore let out a muffled groan. Rubbing his eyes, "...Professor?"

The boy's questioning voice was like a butterfly breaking through the fog. Although it was weak, it cut off the ambiguous gaze powerfully. Dumbledore immediately turned back to pay attention to Tom's situation. As for Grindelwald, who did not look away, he was melancholy and hoarse. Whispering, "...you are old, Albus."

"But you have hardly changed, Grindelwald." Unlike Grindelwald's intimacy, Dumbledore, who had confirmed that Tom was not injured, lowered his eyes and responded to Grindelwald with a very distant and cold voice. Grindelwald called Dumbledore said the first name, but Dumbledore said the last name. Dumbledore, who should not be thinking about it, corrected his expression, "You designed me to come here, what is your purpose?"

"Purpose...?" The low words hit his lips and teeth. The old devil stared at the change in Dumbledore's face and smiled. He lifted his cloak and revealed his wand. The body of the wand made of elderberry seemed like a dark sky. , there are fine stars shining on it, but Grindelwald's face is cloudy because of the light that is once again covered by clouds, "Originally... Maybe I just wanted to see you, but since you want a purpose, then I'll give you a purpose."

"Duel, Dumbledore." The originally intimate way of calling retreated to the alienated surname, Grindelwald clasped the Elder Wand with his slender white fingertips like holding a musical instrument, lowered his eyes and murmured hoarsely, " If you win, my troops will leave Germany, but if you lose, you will come back to me."

"...I have never belonged to you." Dumbledore also took out his wand, he looked up at Grindelwald's determined expression, and replied bitterly, "Grindelwald, you know, I can't .”

"Then it will be mine." The soft voice interrupted Dumbledore's possible persuasion. Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and stared at his lover's old but still clear blue eyes. It’s a good deal for world peace.”

"You have said that, do I have other choices?" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with a wry smile. The wise old man straightened up and looked into the eyes of the Demon King calmly and steadily, and the Demon King smiled. The real , "I will not give you any chance to refuse, you can only choose to fight or obey directly."

"..." The domineering remarks made the old man smile wryly, and then faint anger was ignited because of such self-confidence. It turned brown red, the beard fell off, and the wrinkled skin became smooth and smooth. He seemed to have regained his youthful enthusiasm after regaining his youthful appearance. He pointed his wand at Grindelwald and snorted angrily, " If you want to fight, then fight! But before the fight, why didn't you see your ally, Mr. Lord Voldemort?"

"... Oh, him." Grindelwald stared at the fresh look of his lover with a careless expression. He glanced at Tom behind Dumbledore and hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, "That guy is too restless. I broke his wand and locked him in the tower."

"...!" The boy's eyes widened instantly because of Grindelwald's answer, he gritted his teeth and stared at Grindelwald, his gaze was full of hatred and anger, while Dumbledore was stunned and astonished, " You... didn't kill him?"

"Dumbledore, who do you think I am?" Grindelwald squinted at his lover's astonishment, and murmured in a displeased and hoarse voice. Muggle, isn't loss of power worse than death for people like us?"

"...Then why don't you do it?" The young man's voice was filled with suppressed anger, clear and cold. Hearing such a voice on the banks of the Rhine at night seemed to send a shock from the spine, but Grindelwald was just arrogant. The corner of his mouth curled up, "My business has nothing to do with you...then let's get started, Dumbledore."

Grindelwald was stingy with giving Tom even a little bit of attention, Grindelwald just stared at Dumbledore and offered an invitation lightly.

──Grindelwald will never tell anyone why he can't be cruel to Lord Voldemort, because Voldemort often reminds him of Dumbledore.

──I will always be defeated by you, Albus, but I still want to fight to see whether God will have mercy and make you mine, or, at the price of my lifelong freedom, let you rise to the top of the ladder.

...the divider for the moon...

Grindelwald lost to Dumbledore in the end, and the journey of the old German devil was also ended here. But no one knows that this ambition stems from the common dream of the two young people.

"Let the wizarding world rule the Muggles, because that's what's really good for them."

"We are empowered, and it is because of that power that we have the power to make the rules."

"For the greater good...for the greatest good."

Grindelwald wanted to lead the Muggles, not for the greatest good, but what Dumbledore wanted, for good.

The author has something to say: the correspondence between Dumbledore and Grindelwald is attached

Gellert–

Your point about Wizard dominance being FORTHEMUGGLES' OWN GOOD–this, Ithink, is the crucial point. sed,aswesurelywillbe,thismustbethebasisofallourcounterarguments.WeseizecontrolFORTHEGREATERGOOD.Andfromthisitfollowsthatwherewemeetresistance,wemustuseonlytheforcethatisnecessaryandnomore.(ThiswasyourmistakeatDurmstrang! elled, we would never have met.)

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