Jon really didn't expect that Grindelwald would ask him a question as soon as he entered the door.
After sitting on the sofa for a while, he finally figured out what Grindelwald was thinking about.
But then the questions came one after another.
What was there to be confused about?
Maybe it was because he lived in an era of information explosion in his previous life. The information he received from a young age gave him a very qualified philosophy. Jon really didn't think that thinking about life was a big deal.
After all, he had seen too many of these things in his previous life. There were so many emotional experts, life teachers, and all kinds of books, as well as articles in newspapers. Interviews, videos, plus the rigid values in TV series, so many things were put out there. Even if Jon wasn't interested, he more or less saw some of them.
Because he saw so many of them, he felt that this matter was strange.
"Senior, why are you confused about this kind of question? Don't people always have to go through a period of growth? You've changed so much, which means you've grown a lot. You're no longer the same person as you were in the past. Your so-called past can be treated as a mistake you made when you were young and hot-blooded. Treat it as a fall on the road to growth. "
Chown took out a glass of ice water from the fridge and poured it into his mouth. It was a hot day, and the clothes he was wearing now were all new and ordinary clothes. There was no thermostatic magic on them, so they couldn't cool him down in the summer.
Grindelwald was surprised that Jon could say such words. He originally thought that Jon was a young man, but now it seemed that this kid had some inner qualities.
"This doesn't have much to do with inner qualities. I am just an armchair strategist. Some things have been read a lot in books, so naturally they are clear and logical. But when it comes to using it, it is not as easy as saying it."
"That's true."
Grindelwald was very satisfied with Jon's calmness. In his impression, this kind of character was very good.
Putting aside Helga, Jon was also a young person who could enter the old man's eyes.
To be able to converse with such a junior was one of the joys in his lonely life.
However, as the two of them held their glasses and chatted, Jon suddenly remembered something.
This was an important matter, so he didn't care if he was offending Grindvall and asked directly.
"Senior, are you about the same age as Principal Dumbledore?"
Greenwald didn't know why Jon suddenly asked such a question, but he still nodded.
"Yeah, but the Legendary Wizard's lifespan is extremely long, so there's nothing to worry about."
A Legendary Wizard should have a very long lifespan.
Jon scratched his head. He had been taught by Helga, so he naturally knew what a lifespan was.
The so-called legendary Wizard had an extremely long lifespan, but that was under the condition that he would not be affected by external forces and would not die accidentally.
Once he was affected by external forces, he would die very quickly, just like Helga. Even someone as strong as her couldn't completely defend against the Church's attacks. If she wasn't prepared, there probably wouldn't be a demigod called Helga in this world now.
Why did Dumbledore suddenly die when his body was still in good health? In fact, it was also related to the external influence.
In other words, the Sacred Artifact of Death.
Grindelwald didn't know why Jon suddenly asked such a question. He was waiting for Jon's explanation, but Jon immediately threw out a second question.
"Senior, have you heard of the Sacred Artifact of Death?"
This was the main point.
Grindelwald's expression suddenly became playful. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Jon's eyes, trying to find a trace of content. He didn't try to read Jon's thoughts because he knew that it would be useless. Since Jon asked these questions, he wasn't afraid of being read: "How do you know about the Sacred Artifact of Death?"
…
Under the same moonlight, in the library of Hogwarts, in the silence, a dim yellow light quietly floated in the air.
Between the rows of huge bookshelves in the library, an old man in a white robe walked with a serious expression on his face. His eyes swept across the books behind him, as if he was looking for something.
After searching silently for a long time, he reached out his hand and found an ancient book from the top of the bookshelf on the sixth floor.
But just as he flipped open this ancient book, he suddenly disappeared from the room.
The next moment, the old man appeared on a mountain that was standing tall in an unknown place.
This mountain was so tall that it was not completely covered by a layer of dark clouds. Under the clouds, lightning struck left and right like a disorderly chain. Dumbledore appeared on this mountain peak.
There was already a person on the mountain peak.
This witch had appeared here at some unknown time. She looked at the violent thunderclouds in front of her and lightly fiddled with her fingers.
Like a signal, the moment Dumbledore appeared, the chaotic sea of clouds suddenly began to arrange themselves in an orderly manner. The chaotic whirlpools instantly disappeared, and even the lightning fell silent.
"Long time no see, Perrenal. Where have you been recently?"
The witch standing here was Nico Lemour's wife, Lady Perrenal. But tonight, she was not standing here to reminisce with Dumbledore.
"I've been traveling the world for many years. The world has changed so much that I don't recognize it anymore."
"The world is always changing with each passing day. You and I are the same."
Dumbledore was still holding the book in his hand. Perrenal's sharp eyes immediately saw it.
"Abusi, are you still looking for the Holy Relic of Death? It's not easy for you to persevere to this point. "
Dumbledore shook his head.
Perhaps it was because his emotions were a little chaotic, and to accommodate his chaotic emotions, the sea of clouds stirred again.
After a long while, silence returned.
"Even though I know the chances are slim, I still have to search. What if I find it?"
"That makes sense. What if you find it? But what if it's useless after you find it?"
"Even if it's useless, it's better than doing nothing."
Dumbledore clenched his hands and stuffed the book into his chest. He did not talk about this matter anymore and asked Perrenal about his next plan.
"Next, I might go to the North Pole to take a look. I don't have much time left, so I have to take a look at the places I haven't been before I die."
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