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It was Saturday night again, and Harry came to the headmaster's office on time, but he didn't see Dumbledore when he entered the door—ah, he heard a sound coming from that small door, banging like the sound of tables and chairs being overturned.

He didn't have to wait long before Dumbledore came out of the door.He tidied up his slightly messy long beard, and there were a few white hairs floating outside. He picked up a hand mirror and looked at himself in the glasses, then put the mirror in his pocket, looking like he let it go .

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Harry." Dumbledore smiled, no different from usual, just a slightly messy wise old man, just waiting to show Harry the way forward.

"Albus, you can't leave me alone!" A loud voice came from inside the door, and then Harry heard a bang, the door panel fell down like this, and the blond young man who must appear in the principal's class every week stepped on The door panel appeared in the principal's office.

The anxiety on his face suddenly settled down after looking at the principal, and he quickly stepped forward to grab Dumbledore's hand, nervous and tolerant, as if facing an awkward cherished person.

Harry just felt that he was a little redundant here - or was it because he had this déjà vu in everyone he saw after Hermione declared him gay?

"I've already made an appointment. I'm not in St. Mungo's, a private doctor. Even if it's for yourself, you should go see it." The blond young man approached his principal who didn't even eat sweets, his voice gradually softened The meaning of coaxing.

Dumbledore raised his hand to cover the face of the scoundrel who had come too close to pollute his air.

"Professor, you are sick!" Harry looked at Dumbledore in surprise. He looked very healthy, even a little fatter, his face was rounder, he was white and fat, and he was more kind and amiable. What disease haunted the great White Wizard.

"I'm fine. Harry, go to the Pensieve to have a look at this memory first, and I'll be right back." Dumbledore smiled, and he motioned Harry to the Pensieve.

"Oh, yes. I heard that Severus gave you confinement until the end of the term. This is too much. I don't think it is suitable. So I talked to Severus in private, and tomorrow night you will There is no need to go to the cellar to report." Dumbledore suddenly remembered that Harry was sentenced to confinement, and he added.

And Harry froze for a second, then pursed his lips and nodded.Turning his back to the two eyes staring at him, as a light bulb, he should indeed disappear.

So he plunged into the Pensieve and fell into the memory of this time.

He wasn't in any happy mood, which made Harry feel a sense of irritability that he couldn't figure out the source of. Could it be that he missed Snape's confinement because he wanted to take the opportunity to beat up the old bastard?Harry forced himself to stop these thoughts, and he sank into his memory to think about what Dumbledore had made him understand.

Dumbledore's face was instantly stern, he picked up Grindelwald's collar, squinted his eyes and looked through the mirror to reflect the cold light of the glass.

"We have to talk."

He let go of Grindelwald and walked into the small room.

"Well, it's fine if you want to beat me up, as long as you're willing to see a therapist." Grindelwald shrugged and he followed. After he stepped on the door panel on the ground, there were two lines left on the picture The footprint's door panel was lifted up automatically, and the original model was installed back in place and locked.

Dumbledore waved his wand to make sure that Harry outside the door would not overhear their conversation or barge in, then dropped his hand without taking his wand back.

Grindelwald stared at the Elder Wand, he only glanced up and looked up at the wrinkled face, smiling as brightly as he saw the most beautiful flower.

"Oh, Albus. Haven't you noticed that you've put on a lot of weight lately?" Grindelwald smiled happily.

"I knew it that morning, Gellert, you are really getting more and more childish." Dumbledore calmly looked at the young man who was smiling like an ordinary father who was about to become a father, and looked silly and intelligent. The number dropped by more than half, making it impossible to connect him with the Dark Lord who had created terrorist incidents in Europe for half a century.

"You're getting boring, we've all lived so long, what else hasn't been tried - only your stomach is left, forget about other annoying things, life is like this, this is what most ordinary people don't like. The pursuit of people." Grindelwald pointed to the belly covered by Dumbledore's robe.

"Cultivate an heir to continue your unfinished business." Dumbledore said in a black humorous tone, as if this matter was particularly boring to him.

"I should put you back in Nurmengard to face the wall and think about your past, and stop thinking about things that will never happen. Maybe I'll find a therapist to cure your senile delusions."

"Oh, Albus. Don't talk about this, you obviously need me very much." Grindelwald stepped forward, this flirtatious youthful face was enough to confuse many people, including his favorite Albus naturally.

Only Albus was worthy to stand before him and talk to him about the past and the future.

He picked up his white hair, which fell out of the locks, and kissed it.

He didn't mind kissing an old man with orange peel, nor did he mind making out with this lovely old man.

Old Albus still seemed attractive to him, a handsome old man.

"I'm willing to serve you, how about we go see the therapist later?"

Dumbledore shook his shoulders angrily. He was essentially a young and vigorous youth, and he punched Grindelwald directly, knocking him against the door.

"It seems that I'm going to give you a dog ring." Dumbledore's voice was cold and not calm, "We can't go back to the past, so why don't you directly explain your purpose."

"I really want to take care of you." Grindelwald covered his bleeding nose, "If you want me to have a crooked nose too, I'll keep this." He wiped his nosebleed and pointed to the Crooked nose bridge.

"Maybe you want to be more crooked, that's okay." He said with a playful smile.

"Gellert!" Dumbledore couldn't believe that Grindelwald's skin was so thick.

"You lied to me who was cursed, and you took advantage of others' dangers, and you drugged me. And you didn't apologize." Dumbledore suddenly spoke about what happened during the summer vacation two months ago.

"You didn't apologize."

"I'm sorry." Grindelwald raised his hands, he smiled sincerely, and answered very quickly, "That's all right."

"You know what I'm referring to." Dumbledore looked at the familiar blond youth.

"You didn't apologize, even if you tell me a hundred times now, it's too late." The emotion in his eyes gradually faded, like a withered plant, after nearly a century of waiting, it turned into ashes, " I will not forgive you."

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