With a whirlwind of the sky...... In front of Jon was the slightly familiar forest.

In the early morning forest, there is silence...... Jon glanced up and could vaguely see the sunlight shining through the shade of the leaves, swaying from side to side, revealing an elusive silence.

Placing the half-new riding boots on the ground, Jon raised his wand to it again, and whispered:

"Portus!"

Reassembling the "portkey" that had been removed from the effect, he returned to his suitcase, and Jon strode towards the edge of the forest.

A few strange howls came from the depths of the forest...... The cry was not high-pitched, it was a little low, and at the same time it revealed a terrifying meaning, which made people shudder to hear.

But almost at the same time, a noble song rang out over Jon's head.

Fawkes appeared, already sensing the death of her master and chasing her master here......

At this moment, she was singing a poignant elegy in a way that Jon had never heard before. The phoenix's song, like that ringing in his head, rather than in reality, seemed to be an elegy for his own sorrow, echoing through the jungle and the bushes.

The sound of the beast in the distance ceased instantly...... As if nothing had happened, as if they were afraid of this phoenix elegy.

Fawkes's elegy echoed, and the sound of the music continued to flutter in the air...... Jon looked up and shook his head gently at her, though.

The phoenix suppressed her sadness and slowly flew down from the sky.

"It's not over yet...... There's one last glimmer of hope......" Jon said with a serious face, "Hurry up...... Take me there!"

Phoenix glanced at it from afar, and she seemed to understand something......

Jon also took the opportunity to grab one of her paws...... One man and one bird, flying towards the edge of the dense forest at a rapid speed.

......

The surrounding bushes and trees are thriving and withering at a rate visible to the naked eye.

There is hardly any trace of life anymore!

As Jon and Fawkes traverse the wilderness, the eerie, formidable fortress in the distance grows closer.

The fortress was on a not-so-high cliff, and within miles of it was a ruined desert, but with Fawkes' claws, Jon quickly navigated the sky.

In his mind, the effect of the elixir told him...... Time is running out and we have to hurry!

However, two hundred yards from the "Tower of Newmengard," Fawkes gradually fell...... This clever bird had already sensed the powerful protective magic that had been laid around the entire fortress.

It was close, though, and Jon ran as fast as he could, with his suitcase in hand, toward the spiky iron door.

Fiercely plastered at the door, Jon silently prayed, praying that Gellert Grindelwald would not be asleep now.

...... Thankfully, Jon didn't knock on the door for long.

Just a minute later, a crack opened in the spiky black door......

The old, scrawny, frail old wizard appeared before Jon.

This time, though, he didn't have a broom in his hand.

Gellert Grindelwald's face was extremely solemn, and before Jon could speak, he preemptively asked, "...... Dead......"

"Yes......" Jon nodded first, then quickly shook his head: "No......"

Putting down the suitcase, he began to search the suitcase carefully.

"If Albus hadn't died, why would you be in such a hurry to come to me......" Grindelwald asked faintly.

However, by this time, Jon had carefully lifted the "corpse" of "Albus Dumbledore" from his suitcase - with Fawkes' help.

Gellert Greenwald bent down and touched Dumbledore's chest and then his neck......

His already weak face became even paler at this time!

"Looks like I guessed right...... He's dead......" Grindelwald let out a sigh that made people feel a little distressed: "Old friend, you are ahead of me after all......"

"No...... Mr. Grindelwald ...... "looked at the speed and decay of life on Grindelwald's face...... Jon rummaged through the suitcase and said quickly, "Professor Dumbledore is still saved, maybe you can save him......"

"Me?" Gellert Grindelwald smiled dismally, "What can I do with a wasted man who hasn't used any magic in fifty years......

"Albus is dead...... his voice grew lower, "no magic can save him...... Unless, unless...... How could that be, it took me decades to find one of the three when I was younger, and now ......"

"Wait...... How is this possible!" Grindelwald, who was already almost exhausted, suddenly gained a little more vitality in an instant.

His eyes widened, and he looked at Jon's hand in disbelief.

......

Jon was holding a silver cape...... A very supple, very natural, and very inconspicuous "cloak of invisibility".

Gellert Grindelwald grabbed it tremblingly, then stroked it gently, confirmed......

"That's right...... That's right...... That's right......" he said hysterically.

I don't know where the strength came from, Grindelwald got up extremely "vigorously" and draped the "invisibility cloak" on Dumbledore's "corpse".

"Maybe it's too late......" he said to Jon and to himself, "there's still that stone...... If Albus's wand is brought with him...... Maybe there's a chance to ......."

"Mr. Grindelwald, you said the 'Resurrection Stone'......" Jon had already taken out two other Deathly Hallows from his suitcase, "I've heard that whoever collects three Deathly Hallows can dominate Death...... It's just that I don't know how to do it......"

Taking a breath, Jon continued, "...... So, is Professor Dumbledore still saved?"

Grindelwald carefully took the fingernail-sized stone, touched it with his fingers, and glanced at the wand Jon was holding in his hand.

"No problem......" he took a deep breath and his voice came to his senses: "No problem...... All three Deathly Hallows are here...... It is true that it can dominate death......"

"Quick, follow me!" he commanded without hesitation.

At the same time, he picked up the invisible corpse of Dumbledore, which was "covered" by the invisibility cloak, and strode towards the top of the tower.

Jon hurriedly followed him.

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