Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 347 Gellert Grindelwald

At twelve o'clock at midnight, the Weird Sisters stopped playing and walked to the stage to bow to everyone. Everyone gave them warm applause for the last time and then walked towards the foyer.

But many people were not willing to end this wonderful night like this, so many people still stayed in the auditorium hall. Even if there was no music, they held each other's hands and nestled against the dim lights and gorgeous ceiling decorations.

He was talking quietly.

Harry, Ron and Hermione also left the auditorium hall with most of the crowd, while Tiera remained in the auditorium——

"So, he wants you to help him figure out what the golden egg means!" Ron's somewhat angry voice came from the foyer outside the auditorium, "I guess you met in the warm and comfortable library, and the two heads

Close to each other—"

"I never helped him study that golden egg!" Before Ron could finish speaking, Hermione's furious voice came, "Never. How could you say such a thing - I always wanted Harry and Ti

Yella wins the game!”

"The way you behave is a bit weird." Ron sneered, "You are collaborating with the enemy!"

"Collaboration is a piece of shit!" Hermione couldn't help but yell out. The whole competition is for everyone to make friends with foreign wizards and establish friendship with them!"

"No, no!" Ron shouted, "It's to win the game!"

"Ron," Harry said quietly, "I don't think it matters that Hermione and Krum are together -"

But Ron ignored Harry's words.

"Why don't you go find Wicky? He'll be worried if he can't find you." Ron said.

"Don't call him Vicky!"

Hermione jumped up, walked across the dance floor angrily, and disappeared into the crowd. Ron looked at her back with a look of resentment on his face.

Tiera heard the whole argument outside in the auditorium, so she did not go out, but continued to stay in the auditorium.

There are not many people left in the auditorium now, only a few little mandarin ducks and a drunken Dumbledore leaning on the dining table.

Tiera smiled and walked towards Dumbledore.

"Dear Principal Dumbledore." Tiera stopped in front of Dumbledore, bent slightly, stretched out her right hand, and asked politely——

"I wonder if I would have the honor to ask you to dance with me?"

"No." Dumbledore took another sip of fruit wine and said drunkenly, "You go and play. I will go to bed after I drink this glass of wine. You can go and play with your friends."

, enjoy this rare night of frivolity. I believe that even if the party here is over, there must be another party waiting for you in the Gryffindor common room. Don't worry about me, a bad old man."

"Albus." Tiera's voice seemed to suddenly change, becoming more mature, more assertive, and -

"Albus, would you like to dance with me?" The voice sounded again. Dumbledore always felt that this voice was very familiar and warm, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

——Suddenly, Dumbledore raised his head in shock. A memory that had been sealed away for a long time came to life, jumped out from the shackles deep in his mind, and ran rampant.

Tiera standing in front of Dumbledore——

No, no longer, no longer Tiela, or rather no longer like Tiela.

Dumbledore's raising of his head seemed to pull him into the summer when he was sixteen, into Godric's Hollow, and into that barn.

Standing in front of Dumbledore was no longer the black-haired, dark-eyed Tiera who was not taller than Harry, but a tall young man about 1.8 meters tall with heterochromatic eyes, with long golden hair draped over his shoulders.

Under the light of the entire dome, it exuded brilliance and heat like the sun, and his handsome face was filled with the same unscrupulous, confident and high-spirited smile that Dumbledore had when he first saw him.

"Albus, I don't know if I still have the honor to invite you to dance again." The handsome young man in front of him said again with a sexy voice, and the colleague's right hand was stretched forward again.

Dumbledore looked at him blankly, staring blankly——

Light rose from Dumbledore's eyes, and a numb feeling gradually climbed into his heart that had been silent for fifty years.

Tears began to roll silently in Dumbledore's eyes, and then——

Dumbledore felt that he must have lost his mind or gone crazy under the influence of tonight's atmosphere and alcohol, to make such a bold and untimely move:

An old hand touched Tiela's right hand.

After a hundred years, Dumbledore, a late hero, once again held the hand of "Grindelwald".

The cold Christmas Eve was instantly tinged with the smell of midsummer.

The smile on Tiera, or "Grindelwald"'s face became more and more bold and public. With a little force, she picked up the slightly drunk Dumbledore who was sitting on the stool and pulled him to the stage.

central.

"Grindelwald" took Dumbledore's hand and shook it from side to side.

It was now past midnight, and the Weird Sisters had closed their stall. There was no music around, only the weird looks from the Hogwarts students who were still chatting with each other, and the chirping sounds coming from between them.

Tiera and Dumbledore——

In other words, the dance between "Grindelwald" and Dumbledore doesn't need music.

Dumbledore had experienced those strange looks and rumors countless times, and he didn't care.

These are just the whetstones of his past experiences, the shadows on his crown as the best white devil in the world.

This does not diminish his greatness.

The only thing he cares about is——

"Grindelwald" is still so young and dazzling, even in reality, the new "Grindelwald" has begun to grow, but he is old and dying.

"Grindelwald" and Dumbledore were dancing in the center of the stage. This was the stage that belonged to the greatest Dark Lord in history and the greatest White Lord in history.

Dumbledore put down his prejudices, let down his guard, and briefly forgot his mission and responsibility. Now he is Albus Dumbledore, the sixteen-year-old boy from Godric's Hollow——

Dumbledore was too tired. The responsibilities and missions accumulated over the past decades almost overwhelmed him.

He needs rest so much, he needs a safe haven——

Dumbledore thought that maybe he was neither crazy nor irrational.

As long as that young man who is as dazzling as a golden bird is willing to stretch out his hand, Dumbledore will be willing to hold that hand no matter when, no matter where, no matter what the situation is -

How could he refuse?

He could never say no to Gellert Grindelwald.

Dumbledore would rather believe that the person holding his hand and dancing with him openly at this moment is Gellert Grindelwald.

Dumbledore pulled Tiera and danced for a long time, until everyone had left, and only the two of them were left in the lonely, messy and desolate auditorium.

They are like a desolate island, a piece of wall peeled off from the wall, drifting toward the unknown abyss.

As dawn approached, Dumbledore finally stopped. Every old wrinkle on his face contained profound sadness.

Dance finished.

"Grindelwald" let go of Dumbledore's hand, took a step back, and bowed slightly like a gentleman.

The light on "Grindelwald" drifted away like smoke, falling off bit by bit.

Grindelwald, who was as proud as the blazing sun, slowly disappeared, and standing there was Tiera with black hair and eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Principal." Tiera bowed slightly.

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