magic sacrifice

"Contradictory."

A piece of letter paper was spinning and flipping non-stop in front of Grindelwald, and the owner who controlled it was leaning on the sofa, watching the letter paper being torn into pieces due to the fast dance steps.

"You haven't explained yet," he leaned forward.

Dumbledore gave him a surprised look.

This look is very strange, more like a slight dissatisfaction with something, the same vast and proud blue settled down, and even brought a little imperceptible indifference.

"There has always been a crucial omission in the rituals of Astraea," said Dumbledore, moving his hand unconsciously. The person who sacrifices life (Life), soul (Soul) and chastity (chastity) can be the same person, I think you are equally aware."

"So you set the sacrificer of life (Life) and soul (Soul) as the same person? That unlucky guy, who is said to be my descendant?" Grindelwald asked, staring intently, with a half-smile. "Pretty good...strategy and spell-wielding, and it looks like we've all come a long way without knowing each other."

"I don't think it's too inappropriate." Dumbledore avoided talking, and frowned, "Severus is enough as acting headmaster, we have more important things to deal with."

That "we" seems to make Grindelwald look a little happier.

"I don't care who's the headmaster of that school," he draws back lazily, "unless it's you. Of course, I'm just curious, 'she' was never a greedy deity who ended up chasing you Don't let go..."

Dumbledore's expression moved slightly.

"I'm curious about that, too," he said at last.

Moments later, the auburn-haired wizard stood up briskly first, and the brand-new light-colored wizard robes spun in a chic arc, with the Grindelwald family crest and a small embroidered emblem on the corners in a low-key and unassuming manner. Small silver Muerath symbols.

Grindelwald was in a very happy mood.

"Are you planning to sleep in the study tonight?" He asked.

"No," Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, his blue eyes sparkled, "the collection of Horcruxes—"

"Okay," Grindelwald said disappointedly, and changed his posture to raise his legs, "The ease of achieving the goal makes it so easy that I can't help wondering if that kid has a brain. It's unbelievable. You can see it tomorrow night at the latest." To the legendary Hufflepuff's gold cup."

"great."

"Are you going to find someone else right after that?" Grindelwald asked strangely, "Without knowing how to solve that piece of that little boy's mind?"

He followed closely behind Dumbledore, squinted his eyes slightly, and glanced at the wizard's face for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and paused briefly with his fingertips in the corner of Dumbledore's eyes.

"……What’s wrong with you?"

The tremors and throbbing from the depths of the soul exchanged each other's emotions along the skin they touched without warning, which was far more than a torrent of eruption. The desire and greed devoured each other's heart and thought fragments, Countless emotions that are at your fingertips pass by in a flash, which is the effect of the soul contract.

That's embarrassing and...

"So that's how it is," Grindelwald smiled suddenly, and slyly slid his fingers along the contours of the soft face of the other party, from the neck to the collarbone, and tore off the obstructive neckline, "a small side effect of the soul contract, huh?"

He bowed his head and gave a kiss, and then Dumbledore grabbed his shoulder instantly.

"Your patience has improved unexpectedly." The latter said, with no emotion in his blue eyes, and quickly let go of his hand.

Grindelwald pretended not to hear.

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Make up the title, minor revision