This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Nurmengarde Castle, the prison where the witch party used to imprison opponents.

Half a century later, there was only one prisoner left inside.

Dumbledore walked slowly towards the gate.

No matter how many years it takes, he must meet him.

Harry has a fragment of Voldemort's soul in his body, and Trelawney has made another true prophecy tonight.

Is it an excuse?

Dumbledore stopped in front of the cracked stone gate.

He raised his head and looked at the slogan he proposed.

He remembered for a moment, and was confused for a moment.

His azure eyes looked at the gate again, the gate that seemed to be broken by a slight touch.

The hesitation in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared, and he slowly raised the old wand in his hand.

Circles of light blue ripples spread out, freezing one magic after another like ice.

It's not that the Austrian Ministry of Magic is too weak, but that Dumbledore, blessed by the Deathly Hallows, is too strong.

He reached out and gently touched the heavy stone door, and walked into the Nurmengard Castle, where there was only one prisoner.

Through the light on the tip of the wand, he could see the ruined entrance hall.

There was no solemnity in his impression, only the deadness after being ruthlessly destroyed by time.

Dead, indeed dead.

Those two talented and ambitious young men had died long ago.

Dumbledore was not too sad, and walked straight to the incomplete marble staircase.

The second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor...

Finally, he came to the top floor.

There was still no breath of living things, but he knew that the person he was looking for was at the end of the corridor.

Walking through the cells one by one, his expression gradually relaxed.

As if he was visiting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, Dumbledore smiled and walked into Grindelwald's cell.

Completely contrary to the image in his memory, the man who had always had high taste sat on the wooden bed, so old that there were only a few hairs left, and so old that even his teeth were about to fall out.

Grindelwald smiled, "You're old."

Dumbledore twitched his lips, unable to speak as if he was choked.

After a brief eye contact, the dilapidated walls began to peel off bit by bit, and the cell that seemed to be dead "came alive".

Grindelwald's ragged clothes turned into a straight black coat, his silver-white hair grew back, and his sunken cheeks became fuller.

The wrinkles disappeared, and his teeth returned.

He could still vaguely see his high-spirited appearance in the past, but the momentum that seemed to be about to conquer the world disappeared.

Although he was two years younger than himself, Grindelwald was much younger and did not look like a hundred-year-old man at all.

Dumbledore twitched his lips again, "I almost believed it just now."

It was fake that he was dying, and it was also fake that he could not use magic.

Infiltrate the magic power into the fortress little by little, making it a medium for casting magic.

Now Nurmengard can be regarded as a large wand, a wand that belongs only to Grindelwald.

Dumbledore waved the old wand and conjured up an ordinary wooden chair out of thin air.

As soon as he sat down, a small round table appeared in front of him.

Grindelwald stood up and walked to sit opposite him, "People often only believe what they want to believe, not the truth."

A pot of black tea appeared on the table, and a plate full of exquisite candies.

"He said your taste has not changed." Grindelwald pushed the plate over.

Dumbledore picked up a rainbow-colored candy and showed a childlike innocent smile.

"Gellert, I really envy your life now."

The taste of rainbow candy is very complex, and each color represents a taste.

Sour, sweet, bitter, salty, astringent, just like his seemingly beautiful life.

Grindelwald smiled and said nothing.

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, First Order of Merlin, Grand Wizard, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot...

These extremely eye-catching titles are actually burdens and shackles.

Dumbledore savored the taste of the rainbow candy carefully, as if he was immersed in memories again.

Grindelwald had been watching him quietly.

After an unknown period of time, Dumbledore suddenly said, "My relationship with Aberforth has improved a lot."

"Because of Nagini?"

"Part of the reason, but I think we actually reconciled a long time ago."

Dumbledore picked up a star-shaped golden candy and put it in his mouth.

The outer layer of edible gold foil has no taste, and the inside is a very refreshing minty sweetness.

He closed his eyes and savored, "I did something wrong again."

Grindelwald's tone was particularly gentle, "It's not your fault. Even if you teach him personally, what is supposed to happen will definitely happen."

Voldemort is the product of aphrodisiacs, destined to never understand what love is in his life.

Dumbledore opened his eyes and smiled self-deprecatingly, "You know, if I don't really try, I will never give up."

"You can throw away the burden at any time."

"But I can't, at least not now."

Grindelwald's eyes dimmed for a moment, "Albus, let's talk about our heir."

Not me, but us.

Dumbledore sighed with a tangled face, "He is very good, much better than you think."

Mr. Charming, the biggest school director of Hogwarts, the British youth representative of the Wizengamot, the public enemy of alchemists...

As the prophet of this century, Grindelwald actually knew all this a long time ago.

But he was very patient and listened to everything that happened.

"A real prophecy appeared tonight. I think it must belong to him, right?"

"You already have the answer in your mind, don't you?"

Dumbledore looked down at the plate of candies, "Then I can sleep well tonight."

Grindelwald took a sip of red tea, "But what you are really worried about will happen soon."

Dumbledore's hand holding the candy paused in mid-air.

"Bring the child here, I will solve his troubles."

"I can't hide it from you." Dumbledore smiled bitterly and stuffed the candy into his mouth.

Grindelwald shook his head, "Because you don't plan to hide it from me."

The answer to the prophecy has been found, and there is no need to worry about the soul fragments in Harry's body.

The two smiled at each other.

Dumbledore had used Grindelwald's prophetic ability several times, when they were enemies.

But before the establishment of the Witch Party, when they were in Godric's Hollow, the two had an extremely close relationship.

"I like the taste, don't you want to try one?"

"Well, we still have a lot of time."

After not seeing each other for 48 years, there is certainly a lot to talk about.

Since the protagonist of the prophecy is not Voldemort, why not stay here and reminisce about the past.

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