HP Approaches the Magic World

In a world filled with sadness and indifference, love is always a word that can warm people's hearts.

Of course, Dumbledore was also betting. He was betting that since Grindelwald would isolate himself back then, he would still do it now.

Or there is another reason.

The lifespan of the legendary wizard is not much longer than that of ordinary wizards, but his pursuit of a higher realm continues unabated, so he feels that the current Grindelwald may pay more attention to improving his realm instead of returning to the magic world to cause trouble.

The wind stirs the rain.

If you really want to cause trouble, you should come and see yourself first.

Snape left worriedly. Dumbledore wanted to write again, but he didn't know where to start.

Originally, Snape didn't say anything. He just pretended that he didn't know about it. Gellert had been there for so long, so there was no need to make a fuss if he wanted to go out for a walk.

Dumbledore felt that he should believe Gellert, just like he said before.

And now Gellert's matter is actually not important in front of Voldemort.

It was very convenient for him to find Gellert. Within a certain distance, legendary wizards could sense each other's presence, unless the stronger party deliberately concealed his presence - but Gellert did not do this.

And the connection of the blood alliance has not disappeared even now.

Grindelwald did not hide his intentions, he might even be hoping that Dumbledore would take the initiative to find him.

No matter what, it was alright. After so many years, he was not afraid of facing Gellert again.

However - Dumbledore pulled out a new piece of parchment - he should have given the Muggles a warning.

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If there is anything that Gellert Grindelwald is most afraid of right now, it is undoubtedly facing Dumbledore again.

After being isolated in Nurmengard for nearly fifty years, his longing for Dumbledore continued unabated, but after coming out of there, he only came to the Dark Forest.

He was even more timid about being close to home, and he was not yet ready to face his Albus.

At this time, he was sitting on the branch of a tree. The dark wizards below were busy preparing ingredients and dark dishes for the celebration. Ilsa stood in the air next to her with a cane.

"This is a great disaster, may you have mercy on the world."

Such songs came from the distance of the forest. The ancient Nordic language spread through the forest along with the flowing music played by the traditional harp, stirring up the silver moonlight.

But the time has not come yet.

The gifts of the Full Moon Pilgrimage will reach their peak at midnight, and compared with the huge power at that time, the previous ones are just appetizers.

"The tradition of fearing disasters can only be heard here."

Grindelwald said with emotion, and Ilsa on the side also agreed.

"No one wants to forget traditional things, but only us old guys remember them."

Ilsa is older than Grindelwald. She stands beside Grindelwald like an old servant in a noble family.

In fact, dark wizards are just members of the wizard group. They are not unwilling to abide by order - as long as this order is reasonable to them.

"But with such a beautiful moonlight, just old songs would be too monotonous."

The two of them had a tacit understanding and did not mention anything about the "Renaissance of the Great Cause." Grindelwald suddenly became interested while listening to the singing in the distance: "Ilsa, is there a piano here?"

"Of course, please wait."

There is no doubt that as long as Grindelwald wants it, not to mention the piano, but also the drum with human heads, he can get it.

Ilsa's figure flickered for a moment, as if she had never left, and then she lowered her head: "In two minutes, a piano will arrive. Where do you want to play this time?"

"Not urgent."

Grindelwald looked at the bright moon and said calmly: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"There is nothing important. Your return is good news to us. All the old guys have died in these years..."

Ilsa said a little sadly. She had lived for a long time and didn't know how long she could live. However, the master in front of her still looked so young, not like a person who had been polished by time at all.

After she finished talking about the dark wizards who had left over the years, as well as Voldemort's rise, defeat, escape, coming to the dark forest and leaving again, when talking about leaving, she added: "Nagini is also following.

That Voldemort left together."

"Nagini?"

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, then thought about it: "You said Credence's lover who was under the blood curse, isn't she going to guard Credence's bones here and wait for Nirvana? How could she be suddenly killed by Voldemort?

Did you take it away with you?"

"I don't know, but Credence's body is still placed under the Dark Mother Tree according to your instructions. Are you sure he can really achieve nirvana?"

"I'm not sure, but everyone is dead anyway, so let's give it a try."

Grindelwald glanced at the thickest dark mother tree in the center of the forest, and immediately found his bandstand.

"Just there."

He murmured softly and waved his hand, and many branches of the trees around the mother tree grew rapidly, forming a platform in mid-air. Without him speaking, a dark wizard had already flown up to the top carrying a piano and chairs, and arranged them.

everything.

Grindelwald flew up to the platform, dusted his clothes with his fingers, and bowed slightly.

Say hello to the bright moon in the sky.

Then he sat on the chair, closed his eyes, and pressed the keys in front of him.

In the pure white light, a stone suddenly fell, causing gentle but firm ripples to spread in all directions, carrying the power of music.

It's not about convincing people with force, but seeking people who share the same interests.

Grindelwald likes to play the piano. For him, music has a special magic, so the moment the first note is pressed, all his attention is focused on the black and white keys in front of him.

The music in the memory seemed to come alive. The tenderness of meditation, sad chanting, and dark premonitions all slowly unfolded and were transmitted during Grindelwald's performance.

The whole forest fell silent and listened.

The sound of the piano is as pure as the lotus blooming in the mud, and the delicate and quiet melody with a bit of melancholy spreads in the moonlight.

This voice and the moon in the sky reflected each other, and the light was extremely soft, calmly spreading a bright and flawless glow into this crazy dark celebration.

Driven by this music, the peak of this full moon tour has also arrived.

As if to congratulate the lucky one who received the greatest blessing, Grindelwald's piano music became more beautiful.

Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata is hereby presented.