Chapter 1117 Pulling a Cart
Looking at the old wizard in front of him whose teeth have been completely repaired, the light of the magic lamp dances on Grindelwald's white hair, which is sparse due to age but is also meticulously combed. From Dumbledore's point of view, this is so shocking. The wizard became a little younger, which made him a little dizzy.
Grindelwald leaned forward slightly, stretched out one arm slowly and gracefully, and raised his hand with the palm of his hand upward. Grindelwald's eyes seemed to not need to blink at all, and he kept looking down at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore raised his left hand, rubbed his nose and sighed, then handed it to Grindelwald's palm - but to his surprise, Grindelwald did not take his hand but quickly dodged it, and then quickly He grabbed Dumbledore's right hand holding the wand, and then pulled hard, pulling Dumbledore staggering and closer to himself.
Dumbledore's silver-white, waist-length hair swayed in front of him. He stood there blankly, his blue eyes behind his crescent-shaped glasses looking intently at the other person's eyes. His pale and old cheeks were now rosy. Grindelwald held Dumbledore's wrist forcefully, pulled the white wizard's healed right hand to his nose, and sniffed Dumbledore's right hand vigorously, and from beginning to end, his eyes were Dumbledore didn't leave, which made the old man's face become even more rosy.
"Rowanwood...Wizards who hold wands made of this wood often have clear minds and pure hearts. Rowanwood wands can also perform defensive spells to the best extent, so they can protect their owners." With a very high talent, other wands are inferior." Grindelwald loosened his grip on Dumbledore's wrist, "If I remember correctly, your new wand is the same as your original Elder Wand?"
Dumbledore felt a little hot for a moment, but he realized that he had misunderstood, and that the other party was just identifying his new wand.
"The holder of the elder wand always seems to have a strong sense of identification with the wizard chosen by the rowan wand." Grindelwald's right eye with the strange gray-white pupils blinked slightly, revealing a charming Smiling, "As the former owner of the Elder Wand... I quite agree with this point of view. What do you think, Albus?"
"If it can be circulated for a long time, it usually makes sense..." Dumbledore turned around angrily to prevent the other party from looking at his expression. He pretended to be calm and sat on the chair facing the TV, grabbing the Fawkes bird's beak. He just picked up a piece of popcorn, threw it into his mouth and said vaguely, "I have also used the elder wand."
"Besides, I didn't even know you had changed the soap... The smell of cedar mixed with citrus... Ogilvy Sisters soap..." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and leaned closer with a little evil smile at the corner of his mouth. He leaned forward slightly, his pointed nose seemed like Meeting Dumbledore's crooked nose, "I haven't smelled it in a few years."
"Gregovich just asked me to wash my hands before choosing materials for making my wand." Dumbledore suddenly frowned after answering, "It's been a few years since I smelled it? Who else have you smelled?"
"What? Are you jealous?" Grindelwald teased in a deliberately sarcastic tone. He took out a 2.5-liter bottle of Coke from the cabinet and poured Dumbledore a drink. "Although he has provided me with this Muggle drink for no reason recently. , but the taste should at least suit you better than beer and sauerkraut juice..."
"Gellert, I noticed that your new prison uniform seems to be one size larger than last time... it fits very well." Dumbledore winked at Grindelwald mischievously, finally seeming to be back to normal and no longer bothered by Grindelwald. He retorted unconvinced by DeVoe's emotional teasing.
Later, using his fingers to cast ice-cold Coke made Dumbledore feel more relaxed. He leaned back on the chair more and more comfortably. Soon the popcorn bucket reached the bottom, and after passing a few more people caused by the carbon dioxide in the drink, After his burps were vented unbridled, Dumbledore seemed much more relaxed than he had been with Gregovich before.
"So, Albus... recent events have made you worried, and everyone else will only turn to you for help and answers... Grindelwald's right pupil shrank, and the trimmed beard above his lips grew. Li Yang said, "A lot of things happened at Hogwarts... You want to know what Alan Harris wants to do? "
"Gadler, don't use your abilities to look at me." Dumbledore habitually faced the fingertips of his hands and glanced at Grindelwald with his blue eyes. "There are many things about Harris that remind me of you... so I I really want to hear your opinion, if you were him, what would be the purpose of doing these things?"
"What do you think we look like?" The skin exposed under Grindelwald's neck showed an unnatural white color. He raised his chin and raised his light brows to deliberately ask, "Skin? Hair color? Gender? ?”
"Stop joking..." Although Dumbledore said this, he looked at Grindelwald from the top of his half-moon spectacles and smiled, his voice a little happy, "You are indeed quite similar, aren't you? Both like to explore. Ancient magic, and they are all good at speech, good at grasping the hearts of others, and seeing through their true nature... They can easily stir up various emotions in others, and they can make good use of them..."
"Then the three of us should be quite similar..." Grindelwald said with a playful smile, then put away his smile and said seriously, "But we are always just 'similar', and we are essentially different individuals. So everyone wants different things.”
Dumbledore nodded in agreement and then asked: "Then what do you think he wants?"
"Albus, what did we want to do?" Grindelwald did not answer directly.
"In order to break the International Statute of Secrecy and realize wizards' rule over mortals...Gedler, I changed later, so we had many disputes...Do you mean Allen too?" Dumbledore's white beard dangled in front of his chest. Akira didn't look surprised.
"Harris TV broadcasting those programs about Muggles and the illusion I created at the rally was a way of doing it; before the British issued warnings to various countries to abide by confidentiality laws, and then forced the African president to compromise..." Grinder Waugh leaned towards Dumbledore, approaching Dumbledore, and his words showed some of the 'wildness' of his youth, "I don't have his patience, but I have to say that many countries have been enacted by untenable confidentiality laws. It’s a lot of trouble, isn’t it? It’s a pity that I didn’t have advanced magical equipment like a television back then…”
"That's fortunate not!" Dumbledore glared at his boyfriend with disapproval, drank a large sip of Coke and burped with soda, "But I did consider this possibility... But in this floating city today, don't you think Is it to keep wizards further away from Muggles? To form a more closed wizarding world?
"That's why I said that the three of us are essentially different individuals and want different things..." Grindelwald shook his head, "Albus, you have noticed it yourself. In fact, you don't want to believe it because of Harris." Just like the sun is rising, but you are like the sunset. You can't control the other person and you can't defeat him... I can understand that you are too tired and unwilling and unable to have more disputes with him... Anyway, you think he treats Muggles. He has a much better attitude than me? Anyway, he won't exploit the value of Muggles like me? But you are wrong, Albus. In my opinion, the breaking of the "Statutory of Secrecy" is only a very small part of his thoughts... He What you want to do may be more troublesome than you think..."
"Oh?" Dumbledore finally raised an eyebrow in surprise, "My worst-case scenario is that although the Ministry of Magic is controlled by Harris, the incident with Scrimgeour and the goblins made him aware of the constraints... so He has created his own floating city... My worst plan is that he wants Hogwarts to become its own school and break away from the nominal control of the British Ministry of Magic... But Gellert, it seems that your worries are not limited to this? "
"Who do you think is most likely to have the Elder Wand in his hands now?" Grindelwald continued to answer with a rhetorical question.
Dumbledore nodded and then shook his head: "You also think it's him?...Maybe Tom will go astray, but none of us are overly dependent on this kind of external thing..."
"Albus, don't forget, this little boy is pulling a big cart behind him..." Grindelwald reminded in a serious tone, "There is a goddess behind him, and she is declaring that she is fighting against a god of death... "
As he spoke, Grindelwald waved his fingers in the air.
"Elder Wand." Grindelwald drew a vertical line in the air; "Resurrection Stone." He added a circle on top of the vertical line; "Invisibility Cloak" he drew a triangle outside the vertical line and circle.
"Legend has it that the person who possesses all the Deathly Hallows is the master of Death..." Dumbledore stared at the Deathly Hallows symbol floating in the air, "If they really have this noble purpose...I don't have any objections to this. ...Although I personally am still doubtful about whether the God of Death really exists...In fact, I think Ms. Ravenclaw may just have mastered powers that ordinary wizards don't know..."
"I met you when I was young and invited you to search for the Deathly Hallows with me... Where do you think I got the information about the Deathly Hallows and used it as my personal mark?" Grindelwald threw it over again. A rhetorical question, before Dumbledore could answer, he pointed at the mark in the sky, "The person who induced me to know this mark and start looking for them was also the owner of our Mirror of Erised, the goddess of misfortune Eris..." Grindelwald Letting his face get closer to Dumbledore's face, "And the Deathly Hallows necklace hanging on that boy's chest is not because his grandfather worships me... I can tell, that is not my mark... because I have not completed my You made a promise, and you locked him up here before collecting the three holy weapons, so I taught this boy a few tricks as compensation for the goddess behind him..." Grindelwald breathed out into Dumbledore's face, "But recently, it was because of this that I discovered... Well, I guessed that this goddess seems to have another identity - Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of your former work academy."
Dumbledore was shocked by the information hidden in his boyfriend's words. He felt that the matter was beyond all the possibilities he could have imagined before. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net It was like there was a big net behind him, manipulating the chess pieces. Dumbledore originally thought these were the actions of a chess player.
"That Harris boy has come a lot further than me... Albus, maybe you should pay more attention to the look in his eyes. You are very dissatisfied with me for not taking Muggles seriously... But in his heart, even if he has done these It's a good thing for wizards... but maybe they don't take wizards seriously anymore..." Grindelwald said with satisfaction when he saw Dumbledore's expression react, and he began to shrink back to the sofa and took a sip of his own. Soda, "So you think you are relaxed? Do you think you can stop cheering up? Your White Wizard career has just started... But don't expect me to give you any help in dealing with my successor... I just want to Just to remind you of the real struggle between the 'gods'... By the way, if my guess is correct, the Potter boy-who-lived... the authentic invisibility cloak passed down by Peverell Lost it a long time ago?"
"It's not lost...it's still fine with Harry."
"Eh?"
"But Gedler, you are right. Although this kind of struggle between gods is incomprehensible to mortals, for mortals, it is not only dangerous but also has no benefits..."
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