magic sacrifice

Draco completely forgot how he came down from mid-air - stepping down the invisible steps in horror, Dumbledore seemed to want to lead him down, but he was stopped halfway through his outstretched hand up.In the end, the Dark Lord took the white wizard's hand and happily walked ahead, and poor little Mr. Malfoy followed closely behind them fearfully, lest he take a wrong step.

"If... if I just... went wrong..."

Draco had never thanked Merlin so much when he stepped on the solid ground. He breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at Dumbledore quickly, squirmed his lips, and blurted out his own doubts uncontrollably.

Then he saw Grindelwald's smile.

The blond man is flawless and handsome no matter what angle you look at, every ounce seems to have been carefully shaped by the Creator, and the dark blue eyes fly under the light with a wanton and deep contradictory charm, like a hidden ancient curse , attracting every kind of creature.

"You want to know the end?" However——he asked softly.

Being friendly is like dealing with an innocent guinea pig on a dissecting table.

It's like the perfect devil's advocate.

Until they entered the area that belonged to Grindelwald's real territory, Draco was still pale and in a trance, as if he had just been controlled by the Imperius Curse for a month until it was released just now.

The empty hall made Dumbledore pause for a while, and then he followed Grindelwald as usual, and continued to move forward until he passed through a layer of gauze-like black curtain and a short passage, and unexpectedly pushed A door opened.

It was a study room with a fairly ordinary layout. It was extremely tidy beyond imagination, as if it had been sealed with a sealing spell, without any dust. The thick stacks of books were piled up to the high vault, and only some books were on the shelves. Writhing restlessly.

"Welcome to Grindelwald Manor." The blond Dark Lord frivolously waved his hand and closed the door, turned around with a bang, and announced with a half-smile in the attitude of the master: "Now start the puzzle-solving game."

Draco's face turned from pale to pale.

"I, I..." He shuddered, clenched his wand frantically, and screamed, racking his brains, "The book! I swear—I swear I really don't know what's going on !Dumbledore! Professor! I'm just curious about the voices in the innermost library, I really—”

"The appearance in your memory seems to be different from now." Grindelwald said.

"what?"

Grindelwald inadvertently glanced at the boy who was caught off guard.

"What year is it now?" He changed his posture, crossed his arms, and asked casually in a tone as if he was asking about the weather today.

"Of course it was 1994—"

Draco's voice suddenly disappeared.

He took a step backwards.

As if getting some kind of answer from the Dark Lord's tone, he suddenly turned his head in disbelief, and slammed into Dumbledore's pitiful gaze heavily.

"Unfortunately, this year is 1997, Mr. Malfoy."

Then the wizard with long crimson hair pronounced a terrible truth to him in an extremely gentle voice.

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exam week...

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After finishing the test around the 12th, I will update it well =3=