It's been a long time, but it's probably only a moment...... Jon suddenly realized that he was naked, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Before the thought could become clearer in his mind, a gown appeared in the fog not far away......

Jon quickly picked it up and slipped it on, the gown fitting perfectly...... It was soft, clean and warm.

"It's amazing!" Jon smiled at the corner of his mouth as he began to look around.

The farther he looked, the more he saw—

Above his head was a glass dome that glistened in the sun, perhaps a palace, Jon secretly guessed.

Things around him began to appear one after another before his eyes. He finally found that this large space, bright and clean, a hall larger than the school auditorium, and a shining hemispherical ceiling, was very empty, and he was alone, except-

"I didn't expect you to find this place!" a gentle voice came from behind him.

Albus Dumbledore walked towards him, his steps brisk and straight, he was wearing a dark blue robe that was too clean to be clean.

"Jon. Dumbledore spread his arms, and his arms looked very smooth, even white.

"It's a pleasure to see you here, Professor!" Jon said with a smile, and then came to the old headmaster with a warm hug.

Just as they were hugging, two chairs appeared in front of them, unnoticed by Jon before, placed under a high, shiny ceiling not far away.

"Let's go sit down!" Dumbledore suggested.

He strode over and sat down in one of the chairs, while Jon Hart sat in the other.

......

"It looks beautiful here!" Jon was the first to speak, "How long have you been here, Professor?"

"To be honest, I don't know!" Dumbledore shook his head, "It may only be a few minutes...... But it was like staying for a few days and nights. ”

"And how do you feel?" Jon continued.

"Pretty good...... it seems," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"There is no such thing as a good dessert...... And no one listens to your unintelligible jokes...... There's no group of portraits chirping in your ears......" Jon whispered.

"And do you know where this is?" asked Dumbledore mischievously.

"Well, let me guess......; Or in your brain...... Or maybe it......'s in my brain," Jon replied calmly, "I'm a prophet, Professor, so I know something I shouldn't know......"

"Indeed, I was negligent...... Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, pretending to be serious, "I shouldn't have the mind of an ordinary person to figure out the real genius......"

"Professor, it's going to make me a little ......fluttering if you say something against your will," Jon said with a smile.

Albus Dumbledore seemed to be in a good mood...... And since Jon first met Dumbledore, he had never looked like an old man at all, not like an old man, he looked like a naughty old boy.

"In a sense, all three of your guesses are correct......" Dumbledore said as if joking, "So the question is, where are we?"

“...... Just my personal feelings!" After a pause, Jon said meaningfully, "It's like at King's Cross Station!"

"King's Cross Station!" Dumbledore giggled unabashedly, "Sounds wonderful, is it true?"

"yes......" Jon nodded, "It's empty, not even the cleaners...... But it seems to me that the train could come at any time......"

"You're trying to persuade me to board the train back...... Looks like you're trying to persuade me to go back?" Dumbledore gave Jon a meaningful look.

"That's right!" Jon replied without hesitation.

......

Albus Dumbledore looked annoyed, and the smile on his face vanished.

He sat there like a child in his hundreds, stamping his feet and rubbing his hands from time to time.

"It's my choice...... Jon, it's my own choice......" Dumbledore hesitated, and said slowly.

"But now...... You've got another chance to choose......" Jon said with a serious face, "The Deathly Hallows gave me a chance to dominate death, and it also gave you a second chance!"

"I said it...... I'm tired of what life used to be...... I don't want to live just for duty anymore......" Dumbledore shook his head.

"You don't have to live for responsibility anymore...... Jon shook his head, "You can pursue the life you desire...... Miss Ariana Dumbledore has been gone, many, many years away...... Whether it's your fault or not, and it's not yours anymore, you don't have to bear the blame for so many years...... You've already died once, so let the guilt fade with time......"

"The life I aspire to?" Albus Dumbledore said with a wry smile.

"You once told me the story of your good friend Nick Lemay. Jon continued to speak with some bitterness, "But you are different from Mr. Flammel, who has lived for more than six hundred years, and who has enjoyed countless ups and downs, and who is really tired of life, and you, who have never even been exposed to any 'easy and happy' life......"

“...... It's not fair to you to leave like that...... Do you say yes?" asked Jon calmly.

Albus Dumbledore looked slightly shaken.

"Ariana...... She's waiting for me......" Dumbledore muttered as he lowered his head like a frightened child.

Jon also patted Dumbledore's white hair like a child, "Miss Dumbledore definitely doesn't want you to leave this world with so many regrets...... I know her, I believe her, she has never resented you......"

"......" Dumbledore seemed choked up and speechless.

"A lot of people will be very, very sad if you leave...... For example, Mr. Potter, you have not finished his special training course, are you, and Professor Minerva-McGonagall, I think you should know how hard your departure will be to her, and of course Mr. Grindelwald......" Jon continued patiently admonishing, "Of course, and me, if you leave like this, I will regret it for the rest of my ......life."

"Thank you...... Jon...... Thank you......" Dumbledore shrank into Jon's arms, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Let's go, let's go back......" Jon said as he soothed Dumbledore, "the train is coming soon, and I think a lot of people are waiting for us to get back......"

......

The hazy fog faded away.

A swarm of intricate rails appeared in front of them, and, of course, a marble train platform...... Although in the whole station, there is nothing.

"Do you know what it will cost me to go back!" Albus Dumbledore looked back up.

"To be honest, I don't know, and even I have to rely on a little luck to get here......" Jon replied honestly, "and, no matter what the cost, I don't care......"

"With three Deathly Hallows, you can dominate the ...... of Death," Dumbledore said slowly, "but death cannot leave you endlessly, and when I return, it means that the Deathly Hallows will no longer be a Deathly Hallows, and you will no longer be able to dominate the ...... of death."

"I told you, Professor Dumbledore...... I don't care......" Jon shook his head gently: "What's more, the three Deathly Hallows didn't belong to me in the first place, the 'Invisibility Cloak' belongs to Mr. Potter, the 'Elder Wand' belongs to you, and only the 'Resurrection Stone' can barely be considered mine...... I'm just borrowing their power for the time being!"

"Besides, I'm only fifteen, and death is very, very far away......," Jon added.

"But you have to deal with Tom...... Even if you let me go back, my soul will no longer be the soul I once was, and I will no longer have the power I once had......," Dumbledore argued, "Even if I go back, I will be just an ordinary wizard...... I can't help you more!"

"To deal with a Tom Riddle, you need to rely on the power of the Hallows?" Jon asked rhetorically, "Haven't I lived up to your trust and expectations?"

Dumbledore looked a little dumbfounded.

Jon gently held him up, "Let's go, Professor...... The train has arrived, it's time for us to go back!"

As Jon's words fell, a long whistle was heard in the distance—

Then, a red steam train slowly drove towards the platform.

......

Gellert Grindelwald trembled as he looked at the stone bed, at the boy and the old man lying on either side of the stone bed.

Looking at the old wand in the boy's hand, the invisibility cloak and the resurrection stone on the old man's body......

Throughout his life, the Dark Lord had never been so nervous.

The boy's eyelids twitched slightly, and he struggled to his feet from the stone bed.

"How's it going...... Mr. Grindelwald hurriedly rushed to Jon's side, and asked with a concerned look on his face, "Is he back...... Albus...... Did you succeed in convincing him to come back?"

"I think I made it......" Jon said calmly, "we got off together!"

"Get off?" Grindelwald was stunned.

He hurriedly turned around-

Albus Dumbledore also got up from the stone bed, he had already removed his invisibility cloak, folded it up, and put it back on the stone bed.

"Albus!" Grindelwald's voice trembled.

"Long time no see...... Gellert!"

The two old men walked up to each other and then came with a deep hug.

"Very good...... Very good...... Great......" Grindelwald let go of his hand and said slowly, "You're back...... I can go back to Hogwarts and be your Headmaster, and I can stay here and continue to be the most dangerous prisoner in the world......"

"No......" Dumbledore shook his head, "Jon advised me that I might be able to try a different life......"

"A different life?" Grindelwald was stunned.

"I've died once, and you've been imprisoned in this tower for fifty years...... We've all paid enough price, so I think we might be able to write off our old grievances!" Dumbledore said calmly, "What do you think about this, Gellert?"

Grindelwald fell into a brief moment of contemplation.

Finally, he looked up: "I want to ...... I agree with you, Albus!"

......

Jon was on the stone bed, picking up the cloak that Dumbledore had folded.

It's still supple and smooth...... But above, there is no trace of soul breath anymore. Now, it's just a well-made, long-standing, well-preserved ordinary invisibility cloak.

The same goes for the Resurrection Stone, Jon can no longer use this fingernail-sized stone to summon countless Shades, serve his allegiance, and fight for himself as he did at Dracula's Castle.

Of course...... And the Elder Wand!

Picking up the elderberry wand, Jon shouted, "Professor, your wand?"

Albus Dumbledore looked back, and he shook his head, "No...... I'm dead, so the ownership of the Elder Wand is no longer mine......"

Jon was stunned, "Wait, it's Astoria who killed you...... Does that mean that the owner of the Elder Wand has become her?"

"Nope. Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, "I chose to be killed by Miss Greengrass of my own free will, so the ownership of the wand will not change at that time, and you may have forgotten that you successfully used the Disarming Charm on me at the Gaunt Mansion a few months ago......"

"Oh, yes......" Jon muttered as he recalled, "but you can't do without a wand......"

"No, this wand has pretty bad memories for me and Gellert!" Dumbledore said with a serious face, "And even if I no longer have the power I once had, it won't make much of a difference if I don't carry a wand with me......"

“...... In addition, the Elder Wand is no longer a Deathly Hallows, although it is still more powerful than a normal wand, and it is your right whether you choose to use it or use it as a keepsake. ”

Jon nodded, and finally asked, "Okay, Professor, what are your plans or arrangements for the future?"

"What's the plan, I discussed it with Gellert just now, and we agreed to prepare a trip around the world first...... Dumbledore blinked a little mischievously: "Let's start from the East!"

......

The two old and the young walked out of the tower and came to the desolate courtyard.

Both elders looked energetic and energetic.

"Can you leave the fortress, Mr. Grindelwald......" Jon asked, curiously, "Do you need to go through any formalities or anything?"

"Formalities?" Gellert Grindelwald snorted with some contempt, "There is no need, because this fortress was built by me......"

"But as you said before, you haven't used magic in fifty years, and you're no different from an old man now......" Jon asked in a whisper.

"That's true!" Grindelwald nodded, "But if I want, they'll be able to come back!"

The scrawny old man raised a hand—

Suddenly, the whole fortress began to tremble......

Little by little, the towers crumbled, the walls collapsed, and the surrounding barrier gradually dimmed......

The Tower of Nunmengard, the world's most terrifying wizarding prison, was reduced to ruins in a matter of minutes.

At the same time, a dark shadow appeared from afar.

It looked like a huge black cloak, like a huge black veil...... Half the size of a football field, surrounded by a black glow......

If Jon remembers correctly, it was a "Voldemort Bat......

And it was the giant Voldemort bat he had seen in the depths of Durmstrang!

The giant Voldemort Bat slowly stopped in front of the three of them, and lowered its disclosure.

Grindelwald stepped onto Voldemort's back as if he were stepping on a black cloud, and Dumbledore walked up as well.

"We're starting our journey, Jon!" Dumbledore said with a smile, "You can always come to us if you need any help......"

"This ......" Jon thought for a moment, "I think I need something right now, Professor ......"

"Oh?" Dumbledore gave him a curious look.

"First of all, there has to be an Albus Dumbledore, right...... Otherwise, the whole Scourge - ahh......hh

"That's easy......" Dumbledore nodded, plucking a few of his pale hairs and placing them in Jon's hands.

"Okay......" Jon quickly took them, and then inadvertently glanced at Grindelwald.

"Hmph...... You want my hair too?" Grindelwald snorted, then reached out and touched the few remaining hairs on the top of his head: "Forget it...... Here you go......"

"Huh?" Jon was stunned for a moment, then quickly took the hair from Grindelwald's hand.

Voldemort bats have risen into the sky—

"Then I wish you a safe journey...... Professor Dumbledore, and Mr. Grindelwald!" Jon shouted as he looked at the dark shadows in the distance.