magic sacrifice

The sky is getting late, and the dusk is like a canvas with uneven splashes of paint. Different shades of orange red and golden yellow are all over the sky, with occasional purple rays rushing into it, and the colors are magnificent.

Dumbledore's fingertips rested on the little eagle falcon, and the smooth sterling silver surface was plated with a layer of warm light. Grindelwald squinted his eyes, restrained his small movements, and leaned back on the back of the sofa , Opened the book casually.

"Someone's out there," he said.

The door banged against the wall automatically.

Dumbledore raised his head slowly - he was silent for a moment, carefully observed the number of people coming, then turned his head to look at Grindelwald, pretending to be surprised: "Your illegitimate child?"

Grindelwald glanced at him.

"Oh," said Dumbledore regretfully, "I forgot your age, he looks too young, so he is the heir of your illegitimate son?"

Adler's golden hair was exposed in the room, his face looked at least [-]% similar to Grindelwald's when he was young, and he looked at the two curiously, his blue eyes seemed to reappear in the summer of a century ago.

"So," the young man bravely poked his head in, as if not aware of the turbulent atmosphere, "you are Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore?"

"I don't remember." Grindelwald said abruptly, obviously not answering the visitor.

Don't remember such an illegitimate child?

Dumbledore's regret was beyond words, and then the damn sculpture eagle flapped its wings and flew back to the clean table, disguised as an ordinary Muggle sculpture.

"I'm Adler Grindelwald," he said, winking at Grindelwald, "quite like it. Are you really not my long-lost brother or something?"

The first Dark Lord shot him a sneering glance.

"It's very similar," Dumbledore agreed, standing up to isolate between the two, and said briskly, "I guess you didn't come here just to see if you were similar?"

Adler looked at him for a moment, with novelty and unawe in his eyes, but full of interest.This can easily remind people of some - too old stories.

He nodded, showing a jerky and sly smile, "Yes, I'm just here to be the first visitor."

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and approached him kindly.

"Aunt Herta delivered the letter first, and tomorrow will be the latest, and this house will be flooded with letters from all sides asking to visit." Adler had no intention of going in at all, and thoughtfully Looking at Dumbledore, who was much taller than him, he blinked his blue eyes happily, "Can I ask the crowd to watch tomorrow's show?"

Exactly the same bad taste, the good genetics of the Grindelwald family.Dumbledore thought with interest, and then the boy spoke again.

"By the way, you're a perfect match, and I like your eyes.

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"I don't believe it!" Ron growled, hitting the book with a thud.

Harry slumped on the cushions in the Room of Requirement, not wanting to say anything.He wished he didn't know anything, he had never been a savior or known any Dark Lord.

Only those who truly love each other can conclude a soul contract...

Only those who truly love each other can conclude a...

soul contract.

fall in love.

So the truth is Dumbledore and Grindelwald are in love with each other.

"I do not believe!"

"Calm down Ron!"

"This book has been in disrepair for a long time! This is a fallacy!! Never—!" Ron waved a tome that was usually enough to knock him unconscious, panting back and forth in protest, and finally threw it on the table, "It's crazy! Either I'm crazy!!"

"Well you're crazy."

Ron looked like he was on the point of crying with Harry.

"...The soul contract that we entrust and trust each other wholeheartedly cannot be defiled..." Hermione opened the book again and read again, her scalp tingling.

"Nightmare," murmured Ron, "Dumbledore and the Dark Lord, unsullied, wholehearted trust?"

"Soul contract, Ron," said Hermione, emphatically, "Early Christianity divided the soul into two parts, the 'pneuma' and the 'psyche'. , all creatures will have, 'spirit' is the unique wisdom and rationality of human beings... Once concluded, it means that two people are connected from life to thinking. The worst guess, maybe we will harvest two black people. The Demon Lord—of course it's impossible, I know, but we still have to think about how to undo it."

"Can it be lifted?!"

Two voices shouted at the same time.

"You don't think that breaking the soul contract is as simple as drinking cold medicine?" Hermione retorted, and the hard-shell tome almost directly patted the red-haired wizard's freckled nose, "Keep your eyes open, Chapter 4. How to cancel the soul contract."

Ron blushed, took the book, opened the book along the pages of the catalog as if venting his anger, and read it word by word while Hermione folded her arms and looked coldly.Harry leaned his head sideways, curiosity driving him to the same level of focus.

The author has something to say:

It's time to play games OJZ

The text is very sloppy and will be revised later...