hogwarts blast

1945, Europe, Alps.

Scattered raindrops fell from the sparse dark clouds in the night sky, hitting the flowing river and causing little ripples.

A full moon peeked out from behind the sparse rain clouds in the night sky, covering the valley with a layer of white silver frost.

The surging river kept scouring the banks on both sides. A man stood steadily on the bank. The moonlight fell on his face, lightly or deeply outlining the outline of his face.

Although he looks a bit vicissitudes due to his age, he still retains some of the handsomeness of his youth.

Due to the previous battle, his body was covered with various scars. Even the originally gorgeous wizard robe had lost a sleeve. At this moment, he was breathing heavily.

Opposite him, a man of similar age gasped equally loudly. Under the dim moonlight, his blond hair was still as shiny as the sun, and his strange-colored eyes shone with a strange light.

Both of them were equally embarrassed.

The eyes of Dumbledore and Grindelwald intertwined in the air, and they exchanged fierce words silently. After a moment, they both raised their wands towards each other in unison.

They all know that this will be their final blow that determines victory or defeat.

Two rays of light, one red and one blue, shot out from the tips of each other's staffs. At the moment of collision, a spherical transparent air wave burst out from the intersection of the two rays of light. The dust stirred up immediately covered the entire building.

valley.

After this earth-shattering impact passed, the valley where the two of them were was completely changed.

The surrounding mountain walls are full of shocking cracks, the rocks are crumbling, and gravel is constantly rolling down from the top.

Grindelwald was already powerless and fell headlong into the river in front of him. Driven by the current, his body was slowly drifting towards the cliff at the end of the river.

An arm caught Grindelwald who was about to fall off the cliff.

Dumbledore struggled to drag Grindelwald from the water to the river bank. For Dumbledore, who had just experienced a shocking decisive battle, Grindelwald's body was a bit too heavy.

He went to great lengths to move his old rival Grindelwald to the temporary safety of the river bank.

The defeated Grindelwald lay on the ground with a complicated expression. Various past events flashed through his mind, but in the end all his thoughts turned into a hearty smile: "You won again, Albus."

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"That's it, Gail."

Dumbledore, who was exhausted physically and mentally, leaned against the rock and slowly sat down next to Grindelwald, "We are close friends. I don't want to kill you, but this war must end. If it continues, it will only harm the magical world."

future."

"I will spend the rest of my life in Nurmengard." Grindelwald said lightly.

"Gail..."

"But before that, one last thing..." Grindelwald put his trembling hands into his clothes and took out a small card with an arrow on it.

Dumbledore looked at the guide card Grindelwald handed him with some confusion, not knowing its meaning.

Where does Grindelwald want him to go?

"This card contains the address of a safe house, where our son is," Grindelwald said with a narrow smile on his face, "Congratulations, you are going to be a mother."

In this very serious moment, Grindelwald rarely showed his black humor.

Dumbledore looked at the card in his hand with a dark look on his face, thinking that he was going to be a mother.

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to get angry, Grindelwald suppressed the smile on his face and said, "Okay, his mother is someone else, but it is true that part of your blood is flowing in his body."

Grindelwald patted Dumbledore on the shoulder and said, "I'll ask you to take good care of him from now on."

Dumbledore took a deep breath and tried hard to resist the urge to use the Elder Wand to shoot Grindelwald with Avada Kedavra. He didn't want his child to lose his father at a young age.

Then Dumbledore nodded slowly, "I will take good care of him. What are you going to name him?"

"Kyle. Kyle Grindelwald." After giving a name, the exhausted Grindelwald lay down quietly on the ground, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

This wizarding war, provoked by Grindelwald, known as the "Dark Lord", swept across the entire European continent. With Albus Dumbledore defeating Gellert Grindelwald, it finally came to an end.

The prologue.

The valley where the two men fought was also called the Valley of the End by later generations.

After being defeated by Dumbledore in the Valley of the End, Grindelwald imprisoned himself in Nurmengard Castle.

…

A year later, in a remote manor in Devon, England.

"Nico, is there really nothing we can do about Kyle?"

In the splendid living room of the manor, Dumbledore looked slightly sad, looking at the white-haired old man in front of him with a pleading look, and couldn't help but ask again.

The old man named Nico took off the black-framed reading glasses on his face, "Dumbledore, you know, this child was born by magic, and his body has not yet been born with a complete soul."

"When Rozier gave birth to him, he was unable to give birth to a soul. This already shows..."

Nico Flamel shook his head. At this point, the meaning of his words was clear enough, and there was no need to continue.

Dumbledore understood what he meant, but he still refused to give up.

"What if I use the magic stone?"

After hearing Dumbledore's words, Nico Flamel's voice was low:

"Even the Philosopher's Stone is not omnipotent. After all, it involves the most profound level of the soul. So far, we cannot fully understand the mystery of the soul."

"Even the most proficient in the dark arts..."

Nico Flamel paused suddenly and tried his best to avoid mentioning Grindelwald's name in front of Dumbledore.

"There's nothing he can do about Kyle's situation."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes, with a look of disappointment on his face, which was soon covered by a layer of hope.

"What about the Resurrection Stone instead?"

Nico Flamel leaned forward, "Dumbledore, you and I both know the legend about the Deathly Hallows. The Resurrection Stone can only summon the soul of the dead, but not bring new life to a body..."

Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh, and then completely sunk his body into the soft sofa.

Could it be that his last promise to Grindelwald could not be fulfilled?

"I know." When hope was dashed again, Dumbledore's voice couldn't help but be a little frustrated.

Even the huge heat radiating from the roaring fireplace could not dispel the coldness in his heart.

His last hope was shattered.

Dumbledore suddenly looked as if he had aged ten years. His blue eyes, which originally shone with azure light, had lost their former glory and looked dim and depressed.