Chapter 85 84: A hundred-year covenant! Snape's evil!
Inside the dark and towering Nurmengard Tower.
Time seems to have solidified this scene of reunion after a long separation into a picture. The faint light from the top of the tower penetrates the thick stone wall and shines mottledly on the two close friends who were magic giants in the past.
Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald looked at each other. They are the story of a century, half a century of ineffability, and the air is filled with a complex and unspeakable emotion.
It is both a reminiscence of reunion after a long absence, and a subtlety of silence.
"Please sit down."
Gellert Grindelwald was the first to break the silence. The prison he was in was dark but not damp. Although the beds, tables and chairs were simple, it definitely didn't feel shabby at all.
Times and imprisonment have carved deep marks on this careerist's face, but he is still handsome. His dark robes without any unnecessary decoration and gray hair are obviously carefully taken care of.
"Did you see me coming?" Dumbledore sat opposite Gellert Grindelwald. His elegant purple robe also proved that he had washed away the dirt from the war.
"This does not require prophecy, I just need to wait every day...this moment will always come." Gellert Grindelwald's blue eyes were like gems in the deep sea.
The emotion in his eyes was still as hot as ever. The magic chains on his wrists and ankles symbolized his lost freedom, but they seemed unable to completely lock his still boiling heart.
"The man you sent to watch me is dead. Well, maybe you already knew this." Dumbledore didn't say much.
Maybe he doesn’t know what to talk about, or maybe he doesn’t want to face the past between the two of them.
“Someone informed me.”
Gellert Grindelwald nodded, his expression did not change. He kept staring at the old friend in front of him. Dumbledore was extremely rare. He didn't dare to look at him.
"You're not surprised?"
Dumbledore did not ask who gave the notice in this place where outsiders are strictly prohibited. He knew very well that it was never any warning that trapped Gellert Grindelwald. A strict prison.
"Ronnie Erich was voluntarily willing to die, but there seemed to be a little accident..." Gellert Grindelwald's blue eyes flickered slightly.
One of the pupils seemed to turn white, but returned to its original state in an instant.
"You want that child Aurora to kill him at some point, right?" Dumbledore had made a guess before he came, but he did not mention this guess to Snape.
"On the contrary."
The corner of Gellert Grindelwald's mouth raised a smile, and his thoughtful response made Dumbledore's eyes freeze, but Dumbledore did not show any surprise. .
Perhaps this is the guess that Dumbledore really wants to verify.
“That is the last hope of the Grindelwald family, and she is also an outstanding descendant with the same talent as you, but you want to let her die in the hands of your fanatical saints.”
Dumbledore sighed quietly.
Gellert Grindelwald's expression remained unchanged, "Aurora is a good child, very obedient, and very excellent, but being excellent is obviously not enough."
"You must have seen some things. Understand, Aurora's sacrifice will be meaningful, this is what you taught me, Albus... for the greater good."
Outside the tower, the wind roared.
Gellert Grindelwald’s wildness and unruliness have never disappeared.
It even made Dumbledore think that the other party was even crazier.
"I won't let this happen." Dumbledore finally looked at Gellert Grindelwald. The firmness and inexplicable persistence in his eyes made Gellert Grindelwald's eyes tremble slightly.
"We all know that it was just an accident back then... This is different." He seemed to be worried that Dumbledore would misunderstand, so he couldn't help but become a little nervous.
"I understand this very well, otherwise, you wouldn't just be here." Dumbledore's tone was unceremonious, but it made Gellert Grindelwald relax.
“Actually, I still can’t figure out the elusiveness of fate to this day. I am more in awe of it than before, so I can only tell you one thing.”
“Ah Don’t think about it, as long as my blood relative dies at a certain moment, a prospect far greater than the interests you and I envision will be presented to all of us wizards.”
Gellert Grindelwald's expression was filled with wonder... and enthusiasm.
He seemed to be trying to convince his old friend.
However.
"Never!"
Dumbledore only gave a brief but powerful response. Gellert Grindelwald, who was still a little high-spirited at first, slowly lost his sense of expectation and longing.
He immediately waved his hand with some waning interest.
“Anyway, you have proven that I may not be right, forget it, and someone stopped me before you did, so I won’t think about continuing to push this matter.”
Gellert Grindelwald made a promise.
“Actually, when I first came here, I thought you would lie to me, just like you did before, telling me that you just planned to sacrifice Ronnie Erich to the curse of Hogwarts. . ”
Dumbledore’s eyes had a faint light.
Snape didn't believe him.
Not to mention Gellert Grindelwald.
However.
Gellert Grindelwald didn't mind.
"We have all suffered the consequences of betrayal, haven't we, so of course I will not lie to you about this kind of thing." Gellert Grindelwald smiled charmingly.
He is still as personable as when he was young, and he likes to tease, "In fact, if you can ask me, the curse of your incompetent student will no longer be a problem."
face Dumbledore shook his head firmly at Gellert Grindelwald's suggestion.
"The curse needs to continue so that the man can feel powerful enough to have the courage to challenge me and reveal his hidden weaknesses."
Dumbledore's The voice was calm and low. It was not that he was unable to solve the curse of Hogwarts, he just needed to use the curse to achieve some goals that he had to achieve.
About this.
Perhaps only Gellert Grindelwald is not surprised.
"This is you, Albus, I can see that you have just killed a lot of people, and the hidden side of you has finally come out again."< br>
"As charming as ever...can you tell me what changed you?" Gellert Grindelwald leaned forward slightly on the table.
“Can’t you see it?”
Dumbledore frowned.
"Not everything, we are just mortals, have you forgotten." Gellert Grindelwald still smiled, and he did not hide the weakness of his talent.
"I'm not going to let you know, yes, it's better this way. Maybe you can try to guess, which can be regarded as finding something for you to spend your time on weekdays."
Dumbledore's answer made Gellert Grindelwald's smile freeze.
The eyes are silent.
Dumbledore just pretended not to see it and began to change the subject, "You said someone stopped you? I thought Ronnie Erich followed your instructions and died in the soul-snatching place. In the hands of the little wizard controlled by the curse, there was no poison in his body, only alcohol. He drank a lot of high-concentration spirits before his death."
Not only did it change the subject, this was actually Dumbledore's doubts.
“Saints go to death and never need the paralysis of alcohol. It is a glorious mission and a dedication to the future.” Gellert Grindelwald used the saint’s loyalty to himself to deny Dumbledore Lido's words.
"By the way, Ronnie Ehrlich never drinks."
His words were like a reminder.
Dumbledore, who was frowning, could not understand.
"It seems that the comfortable life at Hogwarts has made your brain no longer as useful as mine." Gellert Grindelwald joked again with a chuckle.
"Tell me the answer." Dumbledore raised his head.
Gellert Grindelwald, who pursed his lips, leaned back slightly.
“Ronnie Ehrlich once sent me a letter. If you can find my reply in his office, you can understand why Ronnie Ehrlich celebrated.”
One of Gellert Grindelwald's eyes kept switching between white and blue, so frequently that Dumbledore felt something was wrong.
"Can't you just tell me the content of the reply?" He realized that Gellert Grindelwald was making a prophecy, but it seemed that the prophecy did not succeed.
At least. It was not entirely successful.
"My reply hasn't been sent yet, you see." Gellert Grindelwald took out a letter from the side of the table that had not yet been sealed.
Looking at the paper in his hand.
The pupils of Dumbledore's eyes suddenly contracted several times.
“There are no coincidences in the world, Albus. Someone used the Imperius Curse to stop Ronnie Erich from taking action that he had not yet started. He could even use some means to interfere with my ability to continue prophesying. ." Gellert Grindelwald was not panicked or uneasy, and his expression seemed to be filled with excitement.
Hear the words.
Dumbledore's expression became much more solemn. He has been entangled with various prophecies since he was young, and the accumulation of years has allowed him to study this aspect deeply.
"Someone predicted the future you were trying to lead and stopped it?" Dumbledore knew the nature of prophecy, so he understood even more how terrible this thing was.
"Someone destroyed my prophecy and directed the future to the result he wanted--in this murder, there were two prophets playing a game."
"And I am still the loser. . However, it’s not like I lost in vain.”
Gellert Grindelwald leaned back on his chair, his voice was low and magnetic, even though he was discussing. He remained graceful even in a defeat.
"If a prophecy comes true, nothing will be a coincidence. If there is, it will be the answer to the question." The silver-haired old man's words made Dumbledore feel intensely uneasy.
“Whose coincidence are you talking about?”
He looked up suddenly.
Looking firmly at Gellert Grindelwald.
"I can't see this clearly. You have already seen my situation. That person is very powerful... No matter who he is, you may need my help."
Gai Rotter Grindelwald did not respond to Dumbledore's question, and perhaps he did not know it. He just whispered in a low voice, and then stretched out his handcuffed hands to Dumbledore.
"Albus, this time, it's still for the future you want to see."
Cold stone wall.
Dark room.
Gellert Grindelwald once again launched a pact to his best friend.
……
The next morning.
Last night's chaos didn't seem to affect the start of the new day.
Think about it too.
Even if Voldemort is killing people everywhere, Hogwarts will still have classes as usual, as if nothing has happened. How will the little ash snake lose control and affect its operation.
Early in the morning.
After breakfast, the little wizards gathered on the outdoor lawn of the school. The little wizards from Ravenclaw will have classes with the little wizards from Slytherin who have never been liked by the other three houses. .
certainly.
Compared to Gryffindor.
The little wizards of Slytherin are slightly friendly to their Ravenclaw classmates, but only a little bit friendly, depending on the number of Muggle wizards in Ravenclaw this year.
Since it was their first time to take flying lessons, the little wizards were very excited. They chatted and discussed in their respective colleges. There was even a little Slytherin wizard who loudly shouted that his mother worked in the relevant review department and had already I pre-ordered the epic broomstick Nimbus 2000 for myself, which will be released next year.
“It is said that it flies faster than light!”
There was a lot of bragging on the Slytherin side.
There are actually some young wizards here in Ravenclaw who show envious expressions. Ian is thoughtful. He feels that in addition to imparting advanced mathematical knowledge to the bronze eagle beast, he also needs to teach more. Give some physical knowledge to the bronze eagle beast so that the little wizards of Ravenclaw can achieve comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, body and beauty.
Wizards who practice both physical and mental skills are the truly powerful wizards!
"I don't envy them. The broom in my house can become invisible together with the user. Ian, if you are interested, I will bring it to you next year to have a look and touch."
Good roommate William's family has a long history of education after all. It is normal for the family to have some things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. I don't know if anything weird will appear in the future.
"Isn't it given to me?" Ian was actually not interested in the invisible broom. He just thought of the similar words he once said to Ms. Ravenclaw in the trance.
Perhaps if he had not just asked the little Ravenclaw to take a look, but instead put it on and touched it, he would have seen with his own eyes that Ms. Ravenclaw had fixed the crown and then asked him to put it on. Back?
“It’s not that I’m reluctant to give it away, Ian, you have to believe me, if I gave you the broom at home, how could I use it to do dirty work for you and little Lord Grindelwald? Live? ”
What a reasonable answer.
Looking at the serious and righteous William in front of him, Ian also realized that he did not seem suitable to be a flatterer. Some people should eat that bowl of rice from the time they were born.
"I just said he is suitable for the Ministry of Magic."
Michael was still sighing beside him.
"He must be the Minister of Magic!"
Ian looked around on the lawn and did not see Aurora in the Slytherin area, but he did I saw an old bat in black robes walking over in a hurry.
The little wizards of Slytherin said hello to him, but he just nodded expressionlessly, without stopping, he walked straight to Ravenclaw's side and grabbed the back of Ian's neck. .
"Uncle Professor Snape! Put me down quickly! I can walk by myself!" Ian was carried in the direction of the castle. He felt that he had lost the dignity that a young professor should have in front of his classmates.
"What kind of ecstasy soup did you give Dumbledore?" Snape took Ian to a remote corner, and couldn't help but ask Ian questions that had troubled him all night. There was nothing I could do, I really couldn't sleep. Before yesterday, Snape thought he was a radical. Who would have thought that Dumbledore was more radical than him!
“What’s wrong?”
Ian asked curiously.
"Dumbledore asked me to give this to you... I really don't know what he thinks. Although he didn't come back today, he sent Fawkes to keep an eye on me!"
Snape's hair was a bit thinning, and it was easy to figure out why.
His expression seemed very reluctant, but he still took out a piece of paper from his arms and smashed it on Ian's chest. Ian quickly hugged the piece of paper with a little smoke. Flavored tissue paper.
“If you let me catch you and you dare to learn the Unforgivable Curse in the library, even if Dumbledore comes... I will make you drink the worst potion in the world! "
"You will never forget that taste in your life!" Snape's threat seemed to lack some strength, but this was probably the most credible threat he could think of.
“Huh?”
Ian lowered his head and saw the piece of paper, and then he realized why Snape warned him. It turned out that it was an approval slip that allowed unconditional borrowing in the restricted area of the library.
No limits!
"I knew Dumbledore was a kind principal! Sure enough, only a truly powerful wizard can understand that there are only evil wizards and no evil magic in this world!"
Ian was pleasantly surprised Incomparable.
“??????”
Snape's head was full of questions.
He really didn’t know what to say.
Do I still have to admit that I am the superficial professor?
“Remember my warning!” Snape always felt that there was some little secret between Ian and Dumbledore, and he, as a blood relative, was an outsider between Ian and Dumbledore.
Blood relatives?
Snape seemed to have caught some blind spot at this moment.
“Hi! What are you doing!”
Before Ian could react, seven or eight hairs on the top of his head were caught by Snape, who had walked away and then suddenly returned. He scooped it up directly with his hands.
Seeing Snape grabbing his hair and running towards the castle in a hurry, his impatience was very obvious, and Ian immediately reacted with his eyes widened.
"Evil Snape! He must want to become like me, and then secretly go to the women's room to do bad things!"
Ian wanted to chase.
But today’s flying lesson is ready to begin.
William and Michael have come over to urge him under the instructions of Mrs. Hooch.
〔ps: bad rice, diarrhea, diarrhea, tomorrow, 15,000 words]
(End of this chapter)