This Hogwarts is not normal

Neumengardburg, a prison once used by the Umbra party to imprison opponents.

Half a century later, only one prisoner remained inside.

Dumbledore walked slowly towards the door.

No matter how many years go by, we still have to see each other.

There are fragments of Voldemort's soul in Harry's body, and Trelawney made another real prophecy tonight.

Is it an excuse?

Dumbledore stopped in front of the cracked stone door.

He raised his head and looked at the slogan he proposed.

I remembered it for a moment, and was confused for a moment.

His azure eyes looked at the door again, the door that seemed to break apart at the slightest touch.

The hesitation in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared, and he slowly raised the Elder Wand in his hand.

Circles of light blue ripples spread out, freezing magic one after another like ice cubes.

It's not that the Austrian Ministry of Magic is too weak, but that Dumbledore, blessed by the Deathly Hallows, is too strong.

He stretched out his hand and gently touched the heavy stone door and walked into the Nurmengard Castle with only one prisoner.

Through the light on the tip of the staff, you can see the ruins of the entrance hall.

There is no solemnity in the impression, only the lifelessness that has been ruthlessly destroyed by time.

Dead, really dead.

Those two talented young men with great ambitions have long since died.

Dumbledore didn't feel too sad and walked straight to the incomplete marble staircase.

Second floor, third floor, fourth floor...

Finally, he reached the top.

There was still no breath of living things, but he knew that the person he was looking for was at the end of the corridor.

As he walked through each cell, his expression gradually relaxed.

As if he were visiting an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, Dumbledore walked into Grindelwald's cell with a smile.

Completely opposite to the image in my memory, the man who had always had very good taste was sitting on the wooden bed. He was so old that there were only a few hairs left, and he was so old that even his teeth were about to fall out.

Grindelwald smiled, "You are getting old."

Dumbledore twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he was choked and speechless.

After a brief eye contact, the dilapidated walls began to peel off bit by bit, and the dead cell came to life.

Grindelwald's ragged clothes turned back into a tall black coat, his silver-white hair grew back, and his sunken cheeks became fuller.

The wrinkles disappeared and the teeth came back.

I can still vaguely see the high-spirited look back then, but the momentum that seemed to be about to conquer the world has disappeared.

Although he is two years younger than him, Grindelwald is much younger and does not look like an old man who is over a hundred years old at all.

Dumbledore twitched his lips again, "I almost believed it just now."

Being dying is a lie, and being unable to use magic is also a lie.

Infiltrate mana into the fortress bit by bit, turning it into a medium for magic.

The current Nurmengard can be seen as a large wand, a wand that only belongs to Grindelwald.

Dumbledore waved the Elder Wand and conjured an ordinary wooden chair out of thin air.

As soon as he sat down, a small round table appeared in front of him.

Grindelwald stood up, walked to sit opposite him, "People often only believe what they want to believe, and don't care about the truth."

A pot of black tea appeared on the table, as well as a plate filled with exquisite candies.

"He said your taste has not changed." Grindelwald pushed the plate over.

Dumbledore picked up a rainbow-colored candy and showed an innocent smile like a child.

"Gellert, I really envy your current life."

The flavor of rainbow candies is very complex, and each color represents a flavor.

It's sour, bitter, spicy, salty and astringent, just like his seemingly beautiful life on the outside.

Grindelwald smiled and said nothing.

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, President of the International Union of Wizards, recipient of the First Order of Merlin, Grand Wizard, President of the International Union of Wizards, and Chief Magician of the Wizengamot...

These extremely eye-catching titles are actually burdens and shackles.

Dumbledore savored the taste of the rainbow candies, as if falling into memories again.

Grindelwald had been watching him quietly.

I don't know how much time passed, but Dumbledore suddenly said: "My relationship with Aberforth has improved a lot."

"Because of Nagini?"

"That's part of the reason, but I think we actually reconciled very early on."

Dumbledore picked up a star-shaped golden candy and put it in his mouth.

The edible gold foil on the outside has no taste, but the inside has a very refreshing mint sweetness.

He closed his eyes and thought, "I did something wrong again."

Grindelwald's tone was particularly gentle, "This is not your fault. Even if you teach him personally, what should happen will definitely happen."

Voldemort was the product of a love potion and was doomed to never understand what love is for the rest of his life.

Dumbledore opened his eyes and smiled to himself, "You know, if I don't really give it a try, I will never give up."

"You can throw away your burden at any time."

"But I can't, at least not now."

Grindelwald's eyes dimmed for a moment, "Albus, let's talk about our heir."

Not me, but us.

Dumbledore sighed with a troubled face, "He is very good, far better than you think."

Mr. Charming, the biggest school governor at Hogwarts, the British youth representative of the Wizengamot, the public enemy of the alchemists...

As the prophet of this century, Grindelwald actually knew all this a long time ago.

But he was very patient and listened to everything.

"A real prophecy appeared tonight. I think it must belong to him, right?"

"You already have the answer in your mind, don't you?"

Dumbledore looked down at the plate with candies, "Then I can have a peaceful sleep tonight."

Grindelwald drank the lipstick tea, "However, what you are really worried about will happen soon."

Dumbledore's hand holding the candy paused in mid-air.

"Bring that child here, I will solve his troubles."

"I really can't hide it from you." Dumbledore smiled bitterly and stuffed the candy into his mouth.

Grindelwald shook his head, "Because you have no choice but to hide it from me."

The answer to the prophecy has been found, and there is no need to worry about the soul fragments in Harry's body.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Dumbledore had used Grindelwald's prophetic abilities several times, and they were enemies at that time.

But before the Umbrella Party was established, the two had an extremely close relationship in Godric's Hollow.

"I like the taste, aren't you going to try one?"

"Well, we still have a lot of time."

We haven’t seen each other for 48 years, so of course we have endless things to say.

Since the protagonist of the prophecy is not Voldemort, we might as well stay here and reminisce about the past.

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