In a world filled with sadness and indifference, love was always a word that could warm people's hearts.
Dumbledore was of course betting. He was betting that since Grindelwald had shut himself off in the past, he would still do so now.
Or perhaps there was another reason.
A legendary Wizard's lifespan was not much longer than a normal Wizard's, but his pursuit of higher realms was still increasing. Thus, he felt that Grindelwald would place more importance on improving his own realms, rather than returning to the magic world to stir up trouble.
If he really wanted to stir up trouble, he should have come to see him first.
Snape left worriedly. Dumbledore wanted to write again, but he did not know where to start.
Originally, Snape did not say anything, so he just pretended that he did not know. Gellert had been obediently staying there for so long, so there was no need to make a fuss about it if he wanted to come out.
Dumbledore felt that he should trust Gellert, just like what he said before.
Moreover, Gelert's matter wasn't that important in front of Voldemort.
It was very easy for him to find Gellert. Within a certain distance, a legendary Wizard could sense each other's existence, unless the stronger party deliberately hid their existence — but Gellert did not do so.
Furthermore, the connection of the Blood Alliance had not disappeared even now.
Grindelwald did not intend to hide his intentions, he might even be hoping that Dumbledore would take the initiative to find him.
Regardless, after so many years, he was not afraid to face Gellert again.
But "- Dumbledore pulled out a new piece of parchment -" he ought to give the Muggles a warning. "
…
If there was one thing that Gellert Grindelwald was most afraid of, it was undoubtedly facing Dumbledore again.
After nearly 50 years of isolation in Newmungaard, his longing for Dumbledore had only increased. But after coming out, he only came to the Dark Forest.
He was still not ready to face his Albus.
At this moment, he was sitting on a branch of a tree. The Black Wizard below were busy preparing ingredients and dark cuisine for the celebration. Ilsa was standing beside him with her walking stick in the air.
"Great Calamity, may you have mercy on the world."
Such a song came from afar in the forest. The ancient Norse language was accompanied by a traditional harp that flowed like water in the forest, stirring up the silver moonlight.
But the time had not come yet.
The gift of the full moon ceremony would reach its peak at midnight. Compared to the enormous power at that time, the previous ceremony was just an appetizer.
"A tradition of reverence for the Calamity, I guess it can only be heard here."
Grindvall lamented, and Ilsa, who was at the side, also agreed.
"No one is willing to forget traditional things. However, only old people like us remember them."
Ilsa was much older than Grindelwald. She stood beside Grindelwald like an old servant of a noble family.
In fact, the Black Wizard was just a member of the Wizard community. It was not that they did not want to follow the order — as long as the order was reasonable to them.
"But with such beautiful moonlight, it is too monotonous to only listen to the old song."
The two of them tacitly did not mention anything about the "Great Revival". Grindelwald listened to the song in the distance and suddenly became interested: "Ilsa, is there a piano here?"
"Of course, please wait a moment."
There was no doubt that as long as Grindelwald wanted, not to mention a piano, he could even get a skull drum.
Ilsa's figure flickered as if she had never left. Then she lowered her head: "Two minutes later, a piano will be here. Where do you want to play this time?"
"No hurry."
Grindelwald looked at the bright moon and said calmly: "If you have something to say, just say it."
"It's nothing important. Your return is a blessing to us. All these years, the old guys are all dead …" Ilsa said sadly.
She had lived for a long time and did not know how much longer she could live. But the master in front of her looked so young, not at all like someone who had experienced the hardships of time.
She talked about the Black Wizard who had left these years, the rise of Voldemort, his defeat, his escape, coming to the Dark Forest and leaving. Speaking of leaving, she added: "Najini also left with that Voldemort."
"Najini?"
Grindelwald was stunned for a moment. Then he remembered: "You mean Credons' lover who was under the Blood Curse? Wasn't she waiting for Credons' body to be reborn? Why was she suddenly taken away by Voldemort? "
"I don't know, but Credons' body is still under the Dark Mother Tree according to your instructions. Are you sure he can really be reborn?"
"I'm not sure, but since he is dead, let's give it a try."
Glyndwr glanced at the thickest Dark Mother Tree in the center of the forest and immediately found his playing platform.
"Let's do it there."
He murmured softly and waved his hand. The trees around the Dark Mother Tree quickly grew branches and weaved a platform in the air. Without needing him to say anything, the Black Wizard had already carried a piano and a chair to the platform and arranged everything.
Grindelwald floated to the platform, brushed his clothes with his fingers, and bowed slightly.
He greeted the bright moon in the sky.
Then he sat on the chair, closed his eyes, and pressed the piano keys in front of him.
In the pure white light, a stone suddenly fell, bringing with it a gentle but firm ripple that spread in all directions, bringing with it the power of music.
It was not to convince people with strength, but to seek the same interests.
Grindelwald liked to play the piano. For him, music had a special kind of magic, so when the first note was pressed, all of his attention was focused on the black and white keys in front of him.
The movements in his memory seemed to come alive. The tenderness of meditation, the sorrowful chanting, and the dark premonition were all slowly spread out in Grindelwald's performance.
The whole forest was silent, listening to it.
The pure piano sound was like a lotus flower blooming in a swamp, delicate and quiet with a bit of melancholy in the melody spread out in the moonlight.
This sound and the moon in the sky reflected each other. The light was incomparably gentle, calmly spreading a bright and flawless glow to the frenzied dark celebration.
With the impetus of the music, the highest peak of the full moon ceremony had arrived.
As if to congratulate the lucky person who received the greatest gift, Grindelwald's piano sound became even more beautiful.
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata is hereby presented.
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