Newmengard Sorcerer Prison. Unlike the holy and warm atmosphere left behind by the Floating City, this cold and dark prison that had been far away from human habitation for a long time was cold and gloomy.
This prison was originally built by Gellert Grindelwald to imprison opponents when he was in power. In the middle cell of the prison, there was a warmth that did not match the prison. Bright candles danced happily on the walls.
Dumbledore was wearing a luxurious dark green robe embroidered with many stars and moons. He was sitting on a large and comfortable sofa, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. His wand was placed beside him. He was watching the magic television that was broadcasting live in front of him. Although the Harris Channel was banned here, just like how the German Ministry of Magic could not control the situation of the pure-blood families, this prison where his creator was being held was obviously outside the law.
"Haha, this bad boy … Hess' plan has completely failed." Grindelwald looked at the wizards on the ground on the television and sneered. "They teleported directly to their destination at the border … This time they didn't violate the rules, and the German guards who gathered all the forces of the country ran away in front of everyone …"
"Harris made the Hogwarts strong and great …" Dumbledore raised one of his eyebrows. "But I hope that it won't take away the sympathy and conscience of the wizards … Have you noticed the attitude of the French wizards? The atmosphere in the British magic circle is not good recently. Some arrogance and radical emotions are sprouting among the people."
"They are not as arrogant as you and I. Abusi, this is not something you should concern yourself with …" Gellert Grindelwald sat upright beside him. He was slightly plump but still had an air of abstinence. "But then again, Ravenclaw may be a true goddess, but she seems a little sloppy? She didn't wash her hands before putting on a show … This small detail greatly reduces the sacred feeling that they deliberately created … Those wizards look like they were under the collective Soul Stealing Curse … "
"Gellert, your focus is laughable … If I'm not mistaken, that stain should be the pudding made by the fairies in the Hogwarts kitchen …" Dumbledore's crooked nose wrinkled and squinted his eyes. His tone was a little strange. "It's not the Soul Stealing Curse. It's the effect of the Netherese energy core at full power. It happened once when the floating city floated. I heard that the Muggle could feel magic because of it."
"You don't sound too worried about it?" Grindelwald looked at his companion with some surprise. "That doesn't sound like you."
"Allen still has a bottom line. Like you said, they didn't wash their hands when they were showing off. There's no need for him to continue lying to me." Dumbledore explained and then he sighed. "The Order of the Phoenix's investigation of the Grim Reaper is basically all kinds of messy information. As for Lady Ravenclaw … you know that among the animals in the Hogwarts, only her representative is different from the other three … In a sense, they are much more dangerous than Slytherin. At least you know the purpose and reason of Tom, his men, and the purebloods' actions."
"At least, they are willing to let you know something … They haven't killed you directly yet." The flickering light danced on Grindelwald's slightly chubby cheeks. "I think you should focus on the affairs of the mortals. Let the gods solve their own conflicts."
"Gellert, they don't actually care about me …" Dumbledore hooked his little finger and pulled the wand closer to him. "I shouldn't care about how much power they have, but I have to care about how they use it …"
"Speaking of which, a goddess with such power actually gave birth to a female ghost together with my subordinate's grandson … Allen Harris is just like those third-rate male protagonists …" Grindelwald narrowed his eyes with a smirk on his face. He passed a bucket of popcorn to Gellert. "They have such great power, but they only make you have diarrhea … I'm sorry, I don't have any macaroons here."
"Gellert! I told you, don't use your eyes to investigate these things! " Dumbledore angrily took the bucket of popcorn and put it aside. He lowered his eyes and stroked the wand in his sleeve. His silver eyebrows furrowed, forming a faint vertical line in the middle.
"I think the Abusi I know has always been very brave, but you don't look too good today. Uneasiness is written all over your face … But it doesn't seem like it's because of that Harris you talk about every day in front of me." Grindelwald saw Dumbledore's previous actions and moved closer to Dumbledore. "What are you hiding under your sleeve?"
Dumbledore did not immediately reply, and the prison fell into silence.
The light Magus stared at the former Dark Devil King. After a while, he pulled out the wand Allen had specially made for him and extended it towards Grindelwald. "The boy I've been talking about every day seems to be more concerned about you. He asked me to pass you a gift …"
"He tried to give me a wand before … But what do you mean by this? Abusi … "Glancing at the brand new wand indifferently, Grindelwald leaned back in his chair and avoided Dumbledore's hand. He did not accept it, and with the same elegant tone, he spoke with a sense of distance." You took my wand away from me, and now you're returning it without giving me an explanation … Do I need a reason or an explanation? "
Dumbledore's expression did not change. Under the illumination of the flickering flames on the wall, the light wizard's face paled.
"I'm sorry … Gellar." After squeezing out this sentence, Dumbledore continued after a while. "You know that Tom is looking for the Sacred Relic of Death and looking for Grigovic. He has now settled in the floating city …" He paused. "Allen warned me that his spy among the Death Eaters told him … Well, I also confirmed this news with my spy among the Death Eaters. Tom knows from Grigovic that the old wand is in your hands. You know how much he longs for immortality and power … Especially in this situation, he will come looking for you. I can't let you face Tom without a wand."
"So this is the reason why you want to stay here for a few days?" Grindelwald's strange grayish-white pupil seemed to be flickering with flames. "And you think that if you just give me a wand, I won't be able to escape?"
"After being humiliated repeatedly, I can imagine what this boy Tom will do. Although this will make him even crazier, I have to say, I'm afraid that even if the two of us join forces, we won't be able to defeat him …" Dumbledore said with certainty.
"I haven't touched a wand for a long time … Maybe I'm weaker than when I was young …" The strange grayish-white pupil on Grindelwald's right eye suddenly returned to normal. He blinked gently. "The boy who cares more about me than you did not give us any additional communication tools, nor did he provide any other help … This means that you are too pessimistic, Abusi."
"I just don't think that Tom will give up this opportunity to take away Aura from Germany," Dumbledore said hesitantly. "And the premise is that you have to take this wand."
"This bad boy, it seems like he's emphasizing the danger of that mixed-blood boy …" Grindelwald's slender fingers brushed the trimmed mustache above his lips. "He wants to give you a warning so that you won't pay attention to him and his goddess … Yes, he wants to warn you that without him, the world will be a mixed-blood boy's world."
Noticing that Grindelwald still had no intention of taking the wand, Dumbledore's blue eyes glanced at Grindelwald's faint brows. "Gellar, times have changed. I've also started to pay attention to the Muggle … Allen's warning wasn't just empty words. The Secret Act will lose its effect sooner or later … Wizards shouldn't rule and oppress the Muggle. I've realized this mistake a long time ago, and you obviously won't have such thoughts anymore …" Dumbledore's tone became a little sad. "Our previous battles … the previous confrontations, in essence, don't have much meaning …"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows slightly. He raised his chin and was about to open his mouth to mock Gellar, but a sudden program from the television interrupted their conversation and attracted their attention.
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