magic sacrifice

"Professor, how are you?"

Harry stumbled to react, and quickly took a step forward and said anxiously, Draco hid behind the brave savior, avoiding Grindelwald's cold gaze with deep meaning.

"I'm fine." Dumbledore said unusually softly and calmly. He pushed Grindelwald away, easily undid the spell that had just been used to protect them, and strode up to the Savior, with the tip of his nose almost touching Harry's face. superior.

Harry felt his cheeks burn a little.

"Harry, did you see me just now?"

"What?" Harry asked subconsciously before he could react for a while.

In the darkness, Dumbledore's azure blue eyes were amazingly beautiful, penetrating without losing the sharpness he was familiar with, which made his hot cheeks seem to recover a bit.

"...I mean, do you see me in your mind?" said Dumbledore.

Harry's mind was in a mess, and it took him a long time to finally understand what the other party meant, and he nodded in a daze.

Dumbledore stopped talking, but stretched out his long and slender hands to hold him and Draco, and led them out of the dark room together.

As soon as he left the room, he could see the house elf who had been waiting for a long time, bending its poor back, pressing its protruding nose to the ground, forming a very respectful posture.

Grindelwald glanced at it briefly, and the latter straightened up very understandingly, stepped forward to the headmaster, and bowed.

Dumbledore didn't move.

After more than ten seconds, Harry secretly tugged on his sleeve.

Draco stared in awe.

"...Harry, you and Draco go back to the room first, I'm afraid I need to talk to Mr. Grindelwald about something." Dumbledore's tone was gentle and unquestionable, and he seemed to push Harry's shoulder casually, The savior was involuntarily held tightly by the house elf's arm, and his hairs stood on end due to the strange touch.

After the clatter of Apparition, they were alone again.

"It so happens that I also want to have a good chat with you."

After a while, the arrogant Mr. Dark Lord spoke first, his deep blue eyes piercing the other's exposed skin like the blade of a dagger.

It was evening, the stars were misty, and the gentle breeze passed through the corridor, turning around in the corners. Dumbledore's long auburn hair was curled up on his back, neat and self-satisfied.

He walked shoulder to shoulder with Grindelwald, and his robes mingled sumo from time to time, and no one spoke.

It wasn't until the study door was reopened that Dumbledore spoke softly again.

"Gellert—"

"Except for canceling the soul contract." Grindelwald said.

Dumbledore didn't even finish his sentence.

He stared at the other party in silence for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head again.

"Gellert," he closed his eyes, "I'm sorry, but—"

"I said nothing but cancel the contract!"

This is ridiculous.

"You know what I'm going to say?" Dumbledore raised his voice, obviously displeased.

"For Merlin's sake," Grindelwald smiled sarcastically, pressing his naked eyes on every inch of the other's skin, ready to pierce, with annoyance on his brows: "Is there anyone in this world who knows better than me? Are you? Don’t you intend to talk about this matter? Or are you planning to propose to me and announce the entire wizarding world?”

Dumbledore was blocked by his unexpected words, but he didn't seem surprised.

"I have a guess." The wizard said, playing with his slender fingers, forming a tower shape with his ten fingers, his blue eyes stared intently for a while, and then opened his mouth slightly.