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He should have realized it was a Bewitching Charm the first time, but he succumbed to the illusion anyway.In other words, this scene has been hidden in his mind for too long, a luxury that lasted for more than a century.

Dumbledore looked at the blond young man in front of him, every strand of hair seemed to be shining, shining brightly under the orange candlelight.Beautiful and charming, it fixed his gaze at one point.

It has been half a century since the last time we met, time flies too fast, every day his life is occupied by annoying politics, cumbersome academic affairs, and the Death Eaters who grow in the shadows and wait for a comeback , Even when he was sleeping, he was thinking about the direction of the future every day, so day after day, year after year, life seemed to come to an end.

However, he never knew that those memories that should have been discarded long ago are still so deep that he can still describe the appearance of that person until now, as if time has never passed in his mind.

It is already mottled, it has lost its color and image half a century ago, and even the sound should be dissipated in the wind.

He shouldn't remember.

Every winter, the wind in the Scottish Highlands is bitter and biting, his face droops, and wrinkles spread all over his face, so old that he can't distinguish the outline of himself when he looks at himself in the mirror.

So why are you so clear, as if the past that has been dried and withered into ashes has been salvaged and pieced together like yesterday, a century has passed in one fell swoop.

"Al." Dumbledore's never-before-seen expression appeared on the blond young man's always proud and wanton face. He lowered his head, as humble as he once was in his dream, which does not exist in reality and will never appear in Gellert Grindelwald.

Dumbledore knew it was wrong, but he still didn't lift the enchantment spell. He looked at him, and there seemed to be a voice pulling his body urgently in his heart, making him stop here and listen to the blond youth finish his sentence.

What will he say?

The flame that had been extinguished in Dumbledore's heart for many years rose again, and his heart landed on the flame, and the speed of jumping was accelerating, or he fell and endured the heartburning pain of the fire-but he had already suffered from this pain.Either jump out of his chest, and maybe he'll pay more for it--as much as those hopeless expectations he paid all those years ago and the stupid waiting that faded away and laughed at him.

Back then, he was extremely rational, and in this rationality, there was still an extravagant hope that he could not see the truth.And all the extravagance he had for Gellert Grindelwald half a century ago was buried.

Now he is old and blind, and has nothing to lose and nothing to keep.Time is running away from him.

He is all alone.The only remaining value may be to burn himself in the remaining time to light a flame for the British wizarding world in the dark, and sustain them until dawn.

So, what is he waiting for?Dumbledore's rational part questioned his own heart.

"I'm sorry." The young Gellert bowed his always proud head in front of him.

He looked at him with a guilty face, those sea-blue eyes seemed to be filled with a bay of blue waves under the orange candlelight, like the most peaceful part of the Mediterranean Sea, incredibly clear.

This is definitely not him.

"Why are you apologizing now?" But Dumbledore involuntarily opened his mouth and continued the sentence.As if invisible, all the wrinkles on his cheeks disappeared, and the years smoothed everything along with the deep chasm in his heart.

This rhetorical question should belong to the 18-year-old Dumbledore, who was so looking forward to and disappointed, and stuck all his mistakes in his heart in endless pain that could not be seen.

He blamed himself for so long.Why not blame the same person who was also wrong?

"Because you don't want to see me," said Gellert, who was facing him with his proud head down, like a golden retriever with drooping ears.

"I'm sorry, about Ariana, and for me running away." He took a deep breath, and continued, his face was as sad as Dumbledore imagined every time he accepted Gellert's apology, but There was still a slight difference, there was uneasiness in his expression, as if he had really done something wrong, he even reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's sleeve.

He was afraid of his leaving, pretending to be cute for his indifference.And the last time it didn't happen - it was enough to prove that it was an illusion.The last time they met 51 years ago, Gellert had been so arrogant and arrogant, it seemed to be easy and comfortable to conquer him-conquered the last barrier that stopped him.The expansion of his power was too crazy, how many people fell on his way, how many families were broken, and the flames ignited and gathered on the map.The Grim Reaper was on a spree - and so the stricken Ministers for Magic begged his presence.

As expected by all those who prayed hard, Lady Luck was on everyone's side.

He has overcome him, and this is his end and his shackles.The rain washes away the sins, and under the duel supported by the belief of killing each other, the past between them has become a joke.

All over the world are cheering, this victory belongs to the broadest and most innocent people.And what they did wrong should not be a light apology.Gellert will reflect on his mistakes in prison, and he is also trying to make up for it, and wants to make something.

Getler won't apologize to him either.

Never will.

They will not meet again.

"You hate me." Gellert raised his head.Merlin!Those sea-blue fountains of charm are shining, as clear as if there is no conspiracy.

There can be no calculation between them.Gellert didn't have no intentions from the beginning, maybe even his coming to Godric's Hollow that summer was a long-planned plan.

And he was so stupid, he thought that grabbing a hand could help him escape from the oppressive home full of his responsibilities and take a breath of free air outside.

But he was the one who was left behind after the exploit.

"No." Dumbledore looked at the young man as if he were his students.

He was motionless, calm and unaffected by hallucinations.

The sane part of him is functioning normally.

"Then why are you so far away from me?" Gellert took a step back and also put away the humility on his face, he raised his head again, arrogance revived at this moment.

Dumbledore couldn't help taking a step towards him, but he stopped again.But what greeted him was the mocking gaze of the young Gellert, as if he had returned to the beech forest when he was 18 years old, and they stood there enjoying the tranquility of the countryside under the scorching sun in summer. .

He took another step closer and came to Gellert.

"You are my hallucination." Dumbledore sighed softly.He lowered his head and stared at his hand, which was as dry as a dead wood, and this was the reality.

"If I'm hallucinating, then why are you still talking to me?" Getler snorted, raised his chin and turned his face away, then lowered his head to pick up the ring.

"Escape is the behavior of the weak, you won't degenerate to the point where you don't even know about it." Contempt flashed across his face, and then it turned into embarrassment. The red color quickly crossed his fair face, making his face even more enchanting. There is also a youthfulness that is completely in line with his age.

Dumbledore paused for a second. He should have turned his head, or he should have broken the Bewitching Charm altogether, but he couldn't.

His hand wanted to reach out and caress the young face.He was originally so hard-hearted, confirmed 51 years ago, but when he got old, his stone heart softened again.

It shouldn't be like this.Now is not the time to be softhearted.

Dumbledore's heart was pounding on the fire, as if he couldn't feel the burning heart at the moment.

What spell had Gellert cast on him?He was just an old thing as old as he was, now alone in Nurmengard, confessing his sins, and perhaps one day he would be taken away silently by death.Like he was waiting for that day too.

This is the final contest between them.

In this tacit understanding, he tasted every moment of their mistakes in the past, and deeply looked forward to his relief.

"Give me your hand," said the young Gellert, holding the ring in his right hand and reaching out to him with his left.

"I won't be fooled again." Dumbledore shook his head.

"You're still as cowardly as ever," scoffed the young Gellert.

Dumbledore glared at him angrily, Gellert took his glasses off, and when he reached for them back, his hand was taken, warm to the touch as if he had been stung by a bee.

"No, you're false." Dumbledore's mind struggled to free the hand.

Yet he didn't move.

It has been a long time since he was held by a warm hand, and all he was given was the etiquette of hospitality.

It has been a long time since no second person is willing to walk into his world.Countless people praised him, but none of them had him.

The greatest White Wizard of the century, but also the loneliest man of the century.His tower was locked in 107, and the lonely dust fell year after year. This is his world.

No one cleaned and no one cared.Even if it is full of deep ashes, it will be overwhelmed by those irreparable.

"Hush, listen, there's only the sound of flames flickering here." Getler raised the corners of his lips, "Don't be so nervous, Al. If you think I'm an illusion, then there's only you here, and no one is forcing you to do anything .”

"Then you should let me go." Dumbledore stared deeply at the vivid fantasy, "let go of me, leave me behind, Gellert." Moisture welled up in his eyes.

"You don't want to let me go, admit it, Al." Gellert frivolously admired the reluctance covered by Dumbledore's beard, "You are a big liar."

"I didn't lie to you." Dumbledore frowned.

"You lied to you." Getler regained the self-centeredness he remembered, and his humility was really just Dumbledore's own luxury.

"Obviously I have apologized to you, but you dare not admit it, nor accept my sincerity."

"What?" Dumbledore was stunned by the words.

He even forgot that it was his hallucination.

"Put on this ring, and I will forgive you." Gellert spread the hand holding the ring towards Dumbledore, "This is my sincerity, and you should know what it is."

"The Resurrection Stone." Dumbledore recognized it at a glance.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

It was an illusion, but - he knew it - but even the greatest White Wizard of the century couldn't keep his head down all the time. His mind was exhausted 51 years ago, and his emotions were dry.

Now if this is hallucination, the whole basement is just him.

No one forced him to do anything.

One of Gellert's coveted Deathly Hallows, what a dream.He wasn't a stumbling block in Gellert's quest to find the Hallows, nor was he a source of amusement.

"Put it on, it belongs to you." Gellert persuaded him again, like a demon whispering in his ear.

All the words lingered in Dumbledore's ears, as if he had been waiting for these words for more than a century.

"You owe me an apology." Dumbledore stared at the young Gellert's face.

The blond youth just smiled back, gracefully resembling a German Rex cat known for its thirst for skin.

Dumbledore smiled bitterly, his reason was desperately burning and burning his heart, but he just picked up the ring inlaid with the Soul Resurrection Stone with trembling hands, and put it on the ring finger of his right hand.

At the moment the ring tightens itself, all illusions are gone.

The moment of sobriety suddenly released his rationality, but a second later, a stronger desire seeped into his blood from the skin around his ring finger touching the ring and quickly flowed through his heart to his brain.

Dumbledore shook his body, and he quickly tried his best to think about breaking the curse, but the vortex of crazy magic power spewed out from the ring, and the life force that was about to overflow and explode, was completely destroyed by him already destroyed by time. The withered body is absorbed.

He fell down in pain, his heart may have stopped, or it may be beating crazily so fast that it is simply not something an over-hundred-year-old man can bear.

All his white hair and beard fell, and his loose robe grew even wider.

His limbs grew strong, and his newly grown hair was as red as a cloud.

He stood up, staggering, all his thoughts were swept away by the crazy wind of life, and only Gellert Grindelwald remained in his empty mind.

He was going to see him, that was a 107-year longing.

"Gellert, my Gellert, where is he?" the young Dumbledore murmured to himself. It slipped off, revealing the slightly larger off-white short sleeves inside, and the clothes were so thin that they seemed to be easily torn.

He said, and then suddenly remembered where Gellert was and Apparated there.

Go straight to the cage where the old guy was held—maybe this is the right of the person who locked the old guy in.

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OOC belongs to me, I changed it several times QAQ

Lao Gai was furious: You pulled the skin to seduce someone!Tell me who your mistress is!