magic sacrifice

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows slantingly, as if slightly surprised by this.

"Before I knew it, you became a well-behaved top ten good citizen again?" He looked at the other party for a while, and responded, "Obtaining illegal things by illegal means clearly complements each other."

Harry looked at each other left and right for a moment, begrudgingly realizing that he had no idea what was going on.

He had to say "What are they talking about?" a hundred times in his mind to divert attention, God knows how much he wanted the other people in the room to disappear immediately?

Dumbledore knew everything about Grindelwald... Harry thought sourly.

"Even if you keep staring at them, you won't find that the two of them suddenly have a conscience to stop this damn tacit understanding." Draco stared at the lines on the floor with his gray eyes without squinting, hesitated for a while, Take the lead in lowering your voice.

Does this count as complaining to him?

Harry was taken aback, then hummed slowly.

The two remained silent for a while in embarrassment, and Adler wrapped his arms around one of the shoulders with great interest, and with a sudden force like a prank, brought the two of their foreheads together.

"You need to have a good chat," he said with a smile, "there is almost the English Channel between you two."

"Adler Grindelwald!"

Their foreheads were knocked together, and Harry and Draco, who were almost forced to kiss, jumped back at the same time, and the two shouted indignantly.

The latter waved his hand as if he didn't hear it, and rushed out again familiar with the way.

"I'm very sorry to disturb you two," Dumbledore cut in at the right time with a relaxed tone, smiling at the two boys who were still in the room, "I'm afraid I need your help."

help?

Then he held one hand, as if playing a hand-in-hand game, and introduced Harry and Draco into another dark room amiably, with warm and dry palms. Follow him literally.

...Probably because he didn't really want to hold hands with the Dark Lord?

It was too dark in the room, and the vague shadows of objects showed outlines under the faint light, and there was an old and ancient smell in the air. Harry had an urge to take out his wand and read a fluorescent flash, but reason stopped him, after all Dumbledore and Grindelwald are useless.

Dumbledore stood still, let go of his hand and said something to Grindelwald in a low voice, and the latter responded briefly, and a layer of pale, arc-shaped soft light shield separated the boys a few feet away.

"This room—"

"The safest place in the entire Grindelwald Manor is comparable to Nurmengard." Grindelwald said lazily, his dark blue eyes glowing in the dark like a big cat. After a moment of silence, he Suddenly, he leaned over, bit the white wizard's lip, and broke it with one touch. "Am I that unworthy of your trust?"

Dumbledore said nothing.

Devil Fierce Flame suddenly rose in his hand, and the black flame matched the background quite well. Grindelwald's eyes flashed, and he slowly took out a cup-shaped object, which was undoubtedly the Hufflepuff Gold Cup .It was placed on a high shelf, dimmed by what seemed to be an enchanted glow around it.

The moment the flame touched the golden cup, it was like a gangrene. A horrifying scream accompanied by black smoke that was hard to see with the naked eye shot out from the golden cup at the same time. Everyone present, except Draco, almost crumpled at the same time. eyebrow.

Harry clutched his forehead, suppressing the moan that blurted out.

His mind was in a mess, there was a voice screaming in his mind, and there were countless pictures that could not be seen clearly, and finally stayed under Dumbledore's concerned expression.

"...Professor Dumbledore?" he asked, moaning uncertainly.

"Yes, Harry, are you all right?"

"I'm very good……"

"So, did you just see—"

"Albus." Grindelwald's tone that could freeze the whole summer sounded without fluctuation.

Dumbledore stopped asking, and looked at each other questioningly.

"What's wrong with you?" Grindelwald approached a little closer, and pulled the former away from the savior, with sullen faces facing each other, "Devil Fiendfire? Black magic, or the most evil one, and I can't wait of--"

Dumbledore looked at him.

The two looked at each other for a while, and with the help of the faint light of the spell, Harry noticed with sharp eyes that Dumbledore's face was a little pale.

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