I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Thousands of years ago, Rove went to the Albanian forest to collect Helena's body, and accidentally witnessed Ravenclaw's death.

It is certain that Helena was killed by Baron, but whether her mother Ravenclaw was killed by Slytherin, there is no solid evidence.

At least, when Rove arrived at the scene of the crime, he only saw Ravenclaw's body, not the murderer.

Thousands of years later, Grindelwald extracted the memory through the soul in the basilisk, and finally confirmed that the murderer...is Salazar Slytherin!

Slytherin, one of the Big Four, killed Ravenclaw, which sounds like a psychedelic thing, but there are also sufficient motives.

Hufflepuff once speculated that Slytherin may have obtained the "sealed left arm" to complement the body of the ancient wizard.

But Rove never expected that Slytherin made Horcruxes when he was still killing Ravenclaw!

And the existence of the Horcrux is enough to show that Slytherin himself is still alive... This is extremely bad news.

"When I was extracting memory, I also found an interesting thing."

Grindelwald stretched out a withered and spotted hand, gently stroked the skeleton pipe and said:

"After Slytherin killed Ravenclaw, he quietly returned to Hogwarts, let the Basilisk enter the Chamber of Secrets, and began a long sleep."

"After that, in nearly a thousand years, the basilisk was awakened three times and met three wizards."

"Corvinus Gunter, Tom Riddle, and..." Rove stretched out a finger, pointed to himself, and said, "Me."

"That's right." Grindelwald nodded and said:

"Corvinus Gaunt spent the longest time with the basilisk, and he took it with him and left Hogwarts..."

Dumbledore shifted his gaze to Grindelwald, frowned and asked, "Where did they go?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Grindelwald seemed to have a great sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, and deliberately pretended to say:

"you guess?"

"You like to talk or not."

"Then I won't say anything."

"..."

For a moment, Luo Fu felt that standing in this room was a superfluous existence. He wished to leave immediately and leave them as a two-person world.

The two dragged each other for a long time before Grindelwald said slowly:

"They went to Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"Ilvermorny?" Rove was surprised to hear the name, "What did Gaunt take the basilisk there for?"

"I don't know." Grindelwald shook his head. "The basilisk and Slytherin's soul are entangled together. The memory is very fragmented. I can't extract effective information."

Dumbledore was thoughtful.

Grindelwald didn't disturb his thinking, but stared at Rove intently.

"Boy, I also noticed one more thing. Both Gaunt and Riddle followed the basilisk...or, under the bewitching of the Horcrux, they learned the black magic left by Slytherin.

Especially Tom Riddle, when he was sixteen years old, let the basilisk kill a female student and made a Horcrux. "

Grindelwald paused for a moment, stroked his sleeves with bony, wrinkled fingers, and continued:

"And you... actually rejected the basilisk and didn't follow it to learn Slytherin magic."

"Isn't it?" Roff asked.

"That's all powerful magic. You see Voldemort, now he has become the best junior after me."

Grindelwald's blue eyes were deep and cold, he smiled and said:

"If you dislike Slytherin's magic, you can learn from me, and I promise you will not lose to Voldemort in the future."

Rove held back a smile, looked at Dumbledore and said:

"Professor, I report Grindelwald to you. He has evil intentions and wants to develop me into a witch party. I suggest that you transfer him to Azkaban to receive re-education from dementors."

"..."

Dumbledore recovered from his contemplation, he smiled and said:

"Rove, I will consider your suggestion, you can go shopping as you like, visit Grindelwald's prison... go."

Rove hummed, turned and left, leaving the room to Dumbledore and Grindelwald. When he went out, he also... locked the door.

Grindelwald stared at Dumbledore with a meaningful smile.

"Why, are you afraid that I will teach him badly and lead him astray?"

"Don't worry about it." Dumbledore said calmly:

"I have been with Rove for a long time, and I know this kid better than you. He still has a long way to go, but he is definitely not just someone you can influence."

"Let's talk about it." The old man paused and said, "With me and Newt around, Rove won't become another you."

"You're so optimistic about him?" Grindelwald asked curiously.

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't bring him to see you." Dumbledore said with a smile:

"It's not just me who is optimistic about Rove, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw are all like this."

"That's just because he used the time converter, went back a thousand years ago, and met them, that's all, it doesn't explain anything." Grindelwald insisted.

"Rove can use the time-turner, go back to a thousand years ago, and come back unscathed, which has already explained a lot." Dumbledore said with a smile:

"When you and I were at his age, we were far inferior to him... He has greater kindness towards the world than you, and knows what he wants better than me."

"I like the kid anyway."

Grindelwald raised his sparse eyebrows, which softened when he and Dumbledore's eyes met.

"Albus, if I had a teacher like you to guide me, everything would be different.

Perhaps, that wrong summer will never happen again, and we will never reach this point. "

Hearing the words "wrong summer", memories quietly came back to Dumbledore's heart. Some old wounds would never heal, just a few short words, and they would bleed again.

The old man said bitterly:

"Gellert, there is no point in indulging in the past and regrets, assuming that it belongs to the old man in his twilight."

"But I'm an old man in my twilight years. Apart from waiting to die every day, all I have left are memories."

Grindelwald hunched over, standing quietly by the window, facing the sky alone, the cold wind whistling around him.

"I may be dying, and I've been dreaming about the past lately...especially that day, when we both lay on the grass and formed a blood alliance, vowing never to turn our backs on each other, never to hurt each other.

The sun was so bright that day. "

Dumbledore fell silent.

There was a sudden drizzle outside the window, and it hit Grindelwald obliquely on the face, like tears, but he didn't seem to feel it at all, he just sighed:

"You thought it was just another normal day, only to find out years later that it was actually the best day of your life.

Just one day like that, never again. "

Dumbledore was silent, but his eyes were full of sadness.

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