magic sacrifice

The movement behind him became louder and louder, and suddenly there was a suppressed but uncontrollable muffled hum, which made the boys' hair stand on end. Harry's mind seemed to be struck by another lightning bolt, and his expression looked like he couldn't wait to go. die.

"Gai..." The broken letters could hardly form a complete word, and his usually stable voice trembled slightly.

Think of Professor Snape who just left, think of Voldemort's body, think... hell he can't think of anything, okay? !

Anything, Harry repeated to himself with a blank mind, anything, such as how Professor Dumbledore would agree to Grindelwald...such as what kind of relationship they have...such as...

He is simply loveless.

The long and complex echo of the tiny and intermittent spell sound echoed in the circle, mixed with unavoidable gasps, and the surrounding red light became brighter and brighter, almost giving people the illusion of burning.

"...that's enough," said Dumbledore in a husky, almost indistinguishable voice. "It's time, Guy..."

Moaning with obvious pain suddenly sounded.Harry snapped his eyes open, torn between whether to turn back and help Professor Dumbledore or not.

He saw dots of red fluorescence appearing in the originally endless darkness. These magical fluorescences are ambiguous and immediately separated, and they quickly separated the next second after they collided, which seemed very provocative.

No!Harry shouted wildly in his heart, how could he think of the word tease!

"Gellert Grindelwald—!" Accompanied by the banging sound like a curse, Dumbledore seemed to finally break free, and his gasping voice was full of exhaustion and anger, "Enough!"

Draco stiffened and stole a uneasily glance at Harry.

The latter looked like he was about to cry.

"Why don't you know how long I'm looking forward to this day?" Following a moment of silence, the rustling of the cloth rang out, and Grindelwald's voice was filled with depression and the same annoyance, "The only one to be sacrificed is you, Al, and I Take charge of the execution. The Dark Lord you've raised with your own hands is unbelievably stupid, and it didn't even take half an hour to modify his sacrificial magic..."

"So you should have gotten up ten minutes ago?" Dumbledore asked.

"I'm always going to get paid," Grindelwald replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "It's not over yet, Al. You don't want to give up on the last move. Your boys are still waiting for you," he said. , when the last sentence was mentioned, the tone of the voice changed subtly.

After a pause for a while, Dumbledore rang out with a hoarse but still clear voice accompanied by an incomprehensible language. The peculiar rhythm quickly made the red fluorescents in midair move faster, as if they were running The Snitch.

"Maybe every Dark Lord doesn't quite understand what it means to push an inch." Dumbledore's strangely calm voice suddenly sounded.

"Perhaps," said Grindelwald casually, "I prefer to call it greater profit."

The corner of Draco's mouth twitched, and he concentrated on studying the fluorescence.

"Three seconds," Dumbledore said curtly, no longer trying to argue, "three—"

The presumptuous deep kiss blocked Dumbledore's next words in his throat.

The moment the neurotic savior heard some discordant voices, he felt that a thread called reason snapped in his brain. Draco, who had been watching, turned pale, but before he could stop it, Harry Grabbing the wand, he suddenly turned and pointed at the Dark Lord!

Grindelwald's azure gaze, which contained the devil's fire, suddenly fell on the boy.

The young Dumbledore, who was trying to break free in his arms, turned cold, and skillfully reversed his wand against Grindelwald's bare neck. "You know my limits," he said, "I wouldn't mind another duel."

His face was pale when he spoke, and his slender and flexible fingers were tremblingly controlling the wand that had reached its peak of power. His shirt hung crookedly on his body as if it had been ravaged, and his long, smooth auburn hair was loosely draped over his shoulders. , but those deep blue eyes carried the unquestionable majesty that Harry was familiar with.

Grindelwald looked at him dimly.

Then he let go.

Harry regretted his turning around now, the majestic, majestic and radiant headmaster in his mind (he was still that person in fact), but after finally out of danger, the shirt that could only barely cover his body could not hide at all— —Those suspicious red marks—and fair and soft skin—

For Merlin's sake what was he thinking!

Forget it all!Harry screamed silently, I need to forget about it!Who can give me a forget all! !

"I really know what Gryffindor is," Draco growled tremblingly in despair, "Potter, please put away the expression on your face!"

Dumbledore closed his shirt naturally with a little hesitation, his auburn hair curled up meekly, and then his extremely soothing blue eyes fell on the Savior.

The latter's face was blank.

Grindelwald sneered unceremoniously, his blond hair was eye-catchingly draped over his shoulders, his brows were full of arrogance that was difficult to gaze at, but his blue eyes were dark and cold to the bone.

Harry subconsciously took a step back as if awakened.

"I am glad to see that half a century of captivity has not eroded your true nature," said Dumbledore. "Gellert, I assume you have never changed."

"It's 53 years." Grindelwald corrected him, looking closely at the other person, seemingly annoyed, "Nurmengard, which I built with my own hands, can't destroy me, Albus, no one can—"

"Really?" Dumbledore said flatly.

"Look, Albus, I've spent half a century repenting of this," Grindelwald said, "for Ariana, and for everything I've done since, and you're right. I was completely wrong. Now I Apologies for all, Albus, for all, I'm sorry. It's true. But there's an opportunity in front of us right now, within reach, and your morally charged heart will take a corner Pretending to be an unforgivable old lover?"

Dumbledore watched him with a long, distant gaze.

The bright red dazzling silk threads under their feet gradually thickened, and the frequency of intertwining increased at a speed visible to the naked eye. The fluorescent color changed to bright red and hovered around them, tentatively. Some of them landed on their shoulders. Deng Bullido didn't stop him, his expression remained the same, but his face became even paler.

Draco was surprised to find that Grindelwald's wand hand was shaking slightly.

"There's no time," he said, deceptively fast, "if you fucking decide to refuse to forgive either of us, Al, you're right. You're always right, and I'll be with you To hell."

Are they really a couple?That is really the biggest news of this century!Harry was thinking wildly, was Grindelwald begging for Dumbledore's forgiveness?

But what does it mean to have no time?

Soon he noticed that something was wrong, a small whirlwind began to appear from under everyone's feet, the biting cold, but imperceptibly warm feeling hit them, he suddenly raised his head, Dumbledore was using a kind of He looked closely at the person opposite him.

Harry shivered from the cold, and suddenly asked with an earnestness that he didn't understand: "...Professor Dumbledore?"

The sharp blue eyes fell back on him, and instantly turned to the usual penetrating and reassuring meaning, and soon, Dumbledore turned his eyes away again.

"It's too early to say that now," he said easily, his auburn hair slid loosely from his shoulders, he took a long breath, and suddenly smiled, "Even if it's pulling Harper wouldn't want to see you either, Gellert, Hell's demons are full."

The momentary look on Grindelwald's face almost made Harry think he was crazy.

"I agree." Dumbledore sighed in a low and insignificant voice, and announced beyond doubt, "The sacrifice is over."

A huge and suffocating whirlwind surged up like a sea tide, and countless red fluorescent lights turned into gentle silver spots, which enveloped everyone in it. Harry opened his eyes wide and could barely recognize Dumbledore The long auburn hair was blown wildly in the hurricane, and then a figure moved not far away, and the golden hair was quickly entangled.

The enchanted and fragrant magic power surged over the entire magic circle - Demeter (Demeter) is the god of grain, and she witnessed the transformation of the original bloody and dark sacrifice into another diametrically opposite existence.

The huge and soft wind supported everyone present, the bright red silk thread under the feet gradually turned into a dazzling golden color, and soon jumped and gathered at a point in the center, the dark and silent space gradually peeled off, and the mysterious white light stimulated the boys Forced to close his eyes.

The light dissipated, and Harry's head was buzzing, and he heard a slight sound in his ear, followed by Grindelwald's hoarse and angry shout: "—Al!"

The savior forced his eyes open, and the tears spurted by the strong light came out. He searched around in a daze, and soon saw Draco, Snape and Voldemort standing aside tremblingly with their eyes closed. His body disappeared, and not far away was the blond Dark Lord who was hugging Dumbledore.

"Professor!" He stumbled and ran over.

Dumbledore let out an almost patient voice from his throat, and his hand holding the elderberry wand slipped out of the purple velvet robe.

Grindelwald grabbed his hand, and hastily pointed his wand at the other party. White light appeared twice on the tip of the wand and then dimmed. "Damn it!" Three times finally concealed the complete white light in the body of the pale wizard.

"Albus?" he asked hoarsely.

Dumbledore closed his eyes and breathed heavily, as if he was enduring something.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Harry rushed over, half kneeling beside him, raised his head and asked anxiously in panic, "What's wrong with him—Professor Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald's eyes fell on him chillingly, and the next second he drew out his wand at lightning speed and pointed it at him.

"You want to kill me?" Harry looked at him fearlessly, there was flinching in the green eyes, but more firmness.He held his wand tightly and raised his head and said to Grindelwald, "Is this what you wanted to do? Take everything around him and make him yours only?!"

Draco looked at the daring savior in horror. Grindelwald's body was dangerous and turbulent, as if everything would be torn apart in the next second. The magic power was tumbling in the air, condensing on the tip of the brown wand, and the dangling dagger The sword of Mocles fell at any time.

The blond-haired Dark Lord withdrew his too long gaze.

"It's not you," he said, "forget it."

The huge gap in magic power made resistance a luxury. When Harry fell down, Draco jumped up. His pale blond hair stood up in a mess, and his face was bloodless.Grindelwald turned to him, beckoned casually, and a strong force dragged Draco to him.

"What are you doing! Dumbledore won't—!"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows impatiently, his azure eyes pierced the head of the struggling boy mercilessly like sharp knives, and soon the memory of the latter came up uncontrollably, he thought Howe's Malfoy Manor...the moment of joy when he got the wand of destiny...he accidentally broke into the innermost layer of Malfoy's library...the ancient books that he opened curiously...

"I see." Grindelwald said slowly.

He withdrew his gaze, without looking at the little Mr. Malfoy who fell limply on the ground after the savior, without any hesitation, he swiped down heavily on his arm with his wand, and then quickly drew something with blood, Dumbledore Lido seemed to sense the smell of blood, and moaned in a low voice, but failed to open his eyes.

The shirt was roughly ripped open again, the blond wizard muttered something, lowered his head and pressed his slender and powerful hands on Dumbledore's chest, the latter frowned vaguely, his sweaty forehead was covered with auburn hair Yes, very pale.

"Albus," Grindelwald whispered, "can you hear me?"

The magic circle exuding fresh blood surrounded them, he waited for a while, and finally occupied the other party's supple neck angrily, and bit down hard, while the bloody smell and short muffled grunts appeared, he backed away a little.

"Whether you agree or not..." His eyes paused for a moment on the bleeding spot, and a deeper light flickered from it. "Be patient for a while," he said.

Another slow entry made Dumbledore finally trembling and reluctantly opened his eyes. The scorching heat was tormenting him. He seemed to have thought of something, and finally closed his eyes with a short sigh.

This attitude of acquiescence obviously made the former Demon King aware of it. He repeatedly kissed the other party's smooth and soft skin, until Dumbledore made an uncontrollable slight sound under him, and then muttered something again.

The ancient and trembling rhythm reverberated against the magic circle painted with blood. At the same time, Grindelwald tasted the familiar and unfamiliar dark breath. He raised his head and stretched out the arm that barely stopped the bleeding, and pressed On the edge of a rising symbol!

"Agreed to conclude," he said in Latin, and he stopped the demanding movement, breathing hotly, "Al, it's your turn."

This short pause stopped in mid-air with a scorching taste. The punitive persecution made Dumbledore struggle in vain. When he clearly sensed the undercurrent of communication between them that would break at any time, he finally gasped heavily. He barely repeated it in his voice.

"...Agreed...to conclude."

The same second he said this, the soft light lit up, and he tremblingly touched the lover's soul, bright and maddeningly bright, attracting everything and bringing destruction at the same time, the irresistible strong gravitational force made the two souls quickly Colliding, merging, but distinctly exuding their respective brilliance.The suffocating soul collision surpassed the magnificence of exhaustive imagination, the aurora-like time was extremely elongated and flowing, and the fragments of thinking and emotion burst out in it, without any chance to escape.

"The contract is established." Grindelwald heaved a sigh of relief, announced hoarsely, and retreated from the opponent's body exhausted.

Dumbledore lay on the crumpled and messy purple velvet robe, still immersed in the aftertaste of just now, he stretched out his hand with difficulty for a while, grabbed the wand and waved it.All of a sudden, the marks and folds on the clothes were flattened and returned to them neatly.

"As always, Gellert," he said in a hoarse voice, "maybe you can choose a more tactful solution next time?"

Grindelwald snorted, rolled over and hugged him.

"If you are more euphemistic, you should be taken away by her, hypocrite." He buried his head on the side of the other's injured neck, and his short breath gradually calmed down, "Greed will never end, she has already taken what she should take, your soul It does not belong to the category of sacrifice."

"Voldemort didn't sacrifice voluntarily," murmured Dumbledore helplessly and sleepily, not wanting to move a finger. "I'd think we were like Bamiside."

"Don't be silly," Grindelwald sneered, "This is already a feast."

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