"But you are the only wizard who can rival him, and I want you to fight him."
Didn’t you say that the goals are the same?
Well!
You go deal with Grindelwald and let me see if you are who you say you are!
Travers stared at Dumbledore, and the Aurors stared at him.
Under the gaze of many people, Dumbledore slowly shook his head, "I can't."
Travers almost laughed.
You said that everything you did was to deal with Grindelwald, but you were asked to deal with him, and you refused?
Then tell me, these powers are not used for rebellion?
You are so arrogant that you are not even willing to prove yourself, and you want me to humble myself and believe you?
Travers waved his wand expressionlessly.
Dynamic photos of young Dumbledore and young Grindelwald appear.
The Aurors, including Theseus, were shocked.
The two men stare at each other in the photo, and Travers says, "You and Grindelwald were as close as brothers."
Dumbledore looked at the image and said in a voice that was filled with regret and memory: "We are closer than brothers."
It was a painful memory, like honey, with a bitter sweetness.
When he saw the photo, he thought of his sister, and he was filled with regret.
But what's worse is that he misses the feeling of being completely understood for the only time in his life.
Travers gritted his teeth and said, "Are you willing to fight him?"
This is an ultimatum.
Pain flashed in Dumbledore's eyes and he said his answer, "I can't do it."
Travers was completely disappointed with this wizard, "So, you've chosen your side."
The wand waved, and a metal bracelet appeared on Dumbledore's wrist.
This is a warning ring. From now on, every spell Dumbledore casts will be known to the Ministry of Magic.
There will be twice as many people watching him at the same time.
He left angrily.
Theseus was still thinking that his former teacher and Grindelwald were closer than brothers.
He was called, it was Dumbledore.
"If Grindelwald calls for help, don't stop him." Dumbledore said sincerely, "Don't let Travers send you, if you still trust me."
Travers: "Theseus!" Do you think others are fools if they don't speak?
Isn't it too bullying for you to win over my subordinates as soon as I leave the house?
Theseus looked complicated. Can you tell me what relationship is closer than brothers?
As a brother-in-law and a hugger, Theseus said he didn't understand that there was anything better than brothers in the world.
...
Leta also came to Hogwarts, but not with the others.
Instead, I came alone to the corridor filled with memories of my student days.
Stopping in front of the door of the auditorium, she looked up at the suspended candles.
No matter how much time passes, this place will never change.
Continuing walking, she came to the former classroom.
She used to be ostracized in this school, the girls said bad things about her, and the teachers were distrustful of her.
Something about Lestrange became the basis for her being attacked.
Only Newt gave her some good memories in this school.
Slytherin's little snake meets a loving badger.
Sitting at the old desk, her thoughts were drawn back.
"Hello, Leta." Dumbledore appeared out of nowhere, "What a surprise."
Rita was very indifferent to his arrival and said: "Because you saw me in the classroom? I am such a bad student?"
Dumbledore smiled and said, "On the contrary, you are my smartest student."
"I mean bad, not stupid." Rita stood up and laughed at herself, "Don't bother thinking about the answer, you never liked me.
"
"You're wrong," Dumbledore said with a frown, "I never thought you were bad."
"Then you are really different." Rita said noncommittally, "Other people think I am bad, and they are right, I am evil."
Dumbledore looked at his former student and said, "I understand that the rumors about your brother Corvos have made you very painful."
"No, you don't understand." Rita remained indifferent, but with a mocking concern for others, "Unless your brother is also dead."
Aberforth: Listen, thank you.
Dumbledore paused slightly, "It was my sister who died."
Rita stared at him in surprise.
There is hostility between the two, and at the same time they are curious about each other's experiences.
Rita's voice became less cold, "Do you love her?"
When Dumbledore heard this, his expression showed regret and pain.
He took a deep breath and walked towards Rita.
"I regret that I didn't love enough."
Looking into those eyes, Dumbledore said: "It is never too late to let go. Confession is a relief and a relief."
Rita was not relieved by his words, only defensive.
"I have been living with regret my whole life, don't let it harm you." Dumbledore advised patiently.
Rita left here without speaking.
Dumbledore stared at the old table and was speechless.
...
Towards evening, John was doing errands at the post office.
"Sir, I need to double-check."
The messenger's eyes widened: "These three letters are going to be sent in 1997?"
Sending a letter after seventy years?
The post office has never received such an outrageous commission.
John placed a gold coin on the counter.
Messenger: "It's not about money."
The second one.
Messenger: "Well, I need to remind you, no one has ever been so crazy."
The third one.
Messenger: "No, don't make me."
The fourth one.
Messenger: "I..."
The fifth one.
Messenger: "I need to discuss it with the post office."
The sixth one.
Messenger: "I'll make arrangements for you right away."
John put a bag down and the messenger opened it tremblingly.
There were gold and diamonds inside, so dazzling that he could hardly keep his eyes open.
The messenger said seriously: "I'm going to tattoo the date on my body. Even if I die, I will deliver it!"
At this moment, the messenger's face was filled with a sense of sanctity.
John nodded happily and motioned for the messenger to come over.
He whispered: "Remember, you must send it over. If it is lost, the money will be used to buy your head."
The messenger trembled and smiled awkwardly, "Just kidding, sir."
"Do you think I can come up with this money and still make fun of you?"
John looked at him with a half-smile, making the messenger swallow hard.
He secretly vowed in his heart that even if his leg was broken, he would still deliver the letter.
Taking out a sealed box, the messenger solemnly put the three letters into it.
Place the box on the highest cabinet in the post office as a reminder to yourself.
John nodded with satisfaction.
He didn't have to worry about the messenger not remembering, because he had already cast a spell on the post office.
The same goes for the bag of jewelry.
If the letter is not delivered when the time comes, they will all be finished.
Don't say John is evil, he wants to make sure nothing goes wrong and gives him enough leverage.
Those who do not keep their word will not regret their death.
Walking out of the post office, he saw the black curtains flying across Paris.
"Grindelwald." John whispered.
Murmur.
After finishing everything, John walked to the safe house.
When he reached the foot of the house, he stopped.
Looking up, Credence and Nagini were standing on the roof.
What they were facing was another person.
Grindelwald.
...
"What do you want?" Credence growled warily.
"What do I want from you? I ask for nothing." Grindelwald sat on the roof, not even taking out his wand, "But what can I give you? Everything I don't have."
He looked at Credence, "But what do you want, my child?"
Credence was attracted by his words and said, "You want to know who I am."
Seeing Credence taking the bait, Grindelwald smiled slightly and took out a piece of parchment from his pocket.
The parchment flew from his hand toward Credence.
"From here you can find evidence to prove your identity."
"Come to Père Lachaise Cemetery tonight and you will find the truth." Grindelwald didn't need to be afraid that he wouldn't come. He bowed and disappeared.
Credence remained where he was, clutching a map of Père Lachaise Cemetery.
He wasn't sure if he should go.
"It seems you found a clue."
John's voice sounded from behind.
Credence turned around in surprise and asked, "What should I do?"
John walked on the roof, glanced at the map casually, and said, "Follow your heart, Credence."
"Are you going to come with us?" Credence looked at John expectantly.
"No, I'm here to say goodbye."
John shook his head and said, "It's time for me to leave, Credence."
He nodded slightly towards the two of them and said, "I hope you can do as you wish. This time I need to leave for a longer time."
"Wait, no!" Credence yelled, holding out his hand.
John's figure disappeared.
...
