Looking at the old wizard in front of him whose teeth had been completely filled, the glow of the magic lamp danced on Grindelwald's white hair, which was sparse due to age but also meticulously combed, and from Dumbledore's point of view, it made the wizard in front of him a little younger, making him a little dizzy.

Grindelwald leaned over slightly, slowly but gracefully stretched out an arm, and raised his hand upwards with his palm, Grindelwald's eyes kept looking down at Dumbledore as if they didn't need to blink at all.

Dumbledore raised his left hand, rubbed his nose, sighed, and handed it to Grindelwald's palm - but unexpectedly, Grindelwald did not take his hand but quickly dodged it, and quickly grabbed Dumbledore's right hand holding the wand, and then pulled it hard, pulling Dumbledore staggering and pulling him closer to himself.

Dumbledore's silvery-white, waist-length hair dangled in front of him, he stood in place in a daze, the blue eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses looked intently at each other's eyes, the originally pale and old cheeks were flushed at this time, Grindelwald held Dumbledore's wrist strongly, pulled the white wizard's healed right hand to the end of his nose, sniffed Dumbledore's right hand, and from beginning to end, his gaze did not leave Dumbledore, which made the old man's face more ruddy.

"Rowan wood... Wizards with wands made of this wood tend to have clear minds and pure hearts, and the rowan wand can also use defensive spells to the best degree, so it has a high level of talent in protecting its owner, which is inferior to other wands. Grindelwald's grip on Dumbledore's wrist let go, "If memory serves, your new wand is the same as your original Elder Wand?"

Dumbledore's face was a little hot for a moment, and he realized that he had misunderstood, and that the other party was just identifying his new wand.

"The wielder of the elderwood wand always seems to have a strong sense of identification with the wizard chosen by the rowan wood wand. Grindelwald's right eye, with its strange gray-white pupils, blinked lightly and revealed a charming smile, "As the former owner of the Elder Wand... I agree with that, don't you think, Albus?"

"If it lasts for a long time, it usually makes sense..."Dumbledore turned to avoid looking at his expression in annoyance, pretended to be calm and sat down in the chair facing the TV, grabbed a popcorn that had just been pecked from Fawkes's beak, threw it into his mouth, and said a little vaguely, "I've used an elderberry wand too." ”

"Besides, I didn't even know you changed the soap... Cedar blends with citrus flavors... Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth rejoined with a wicked smile, and he leaned forward slightly, his pointed nose seemed to match Dumbledore's crooked nose, "I haven't smelled it in a few years." ”

"Grigovich just gave me a wash of my hands before making my wand. Dumbledore frowned suddenly, "You haven't smelled it in a few years?

"Why?, jealous?" Grindelwald teased with some deliberate frustration, taking a 2.5-liter bottle of Coke from the cabinet and pouring Dumbledore a glass, "Although this Muggle drink has been offered to me for some reason lately, it should at least taste better for you than beer and sauerkraut juice..."

"Gellert, I've noticed that your new prison suit seems to be a size bigger than last time... It fits perfectly. Dumbledore winked mischievously at Grindelwald, finally recovering a little longer from Grindelwald's emotional teasing, and replied unconvinced.

Later, the chilled Coke with his fingers made Dumbledore's expression more relaxed, and he leaned back in his chair more and more freely, and soon the popcorn bucket bottomed out, and after a few unbridled vents of the full burps caused by the carbon dioxide in the drink, Dumbledore's whole person seemed much more relaxed than he had been with Grigovich before.

"So, Albus... You're worried about what's happening lately, and everyone else is just asking you for help... The pupil of Grindelwald's right eye shrank, and the beard that had been repaired above his lips was raised, "There's a lot going on at Hogwarts... You want to know what Alan Harris wants to do?"

"Gedler, don't use your powers to look at me. Dumbledore habitually fingered his hands together, his blue eyes glancing over Grindelwald, "There's a lot of Harris that reminds me of you... So I'd love to hear from you, if you're him, what would be the purpose of doing this?"

"What do you think we look like?" asked Grindelwald, who raised his chin and raised his brow to ask whimsically, "Skin, hair color, gender?"

"Don't be kidding," Dumbledore said, but he also looked at Grindelwald from above the half-moon lenses and smiled, his voice a little pleasant, "You are quite alike, aren't you? It's easy to stir up other people's emotions and make good use of them..."

"Then the three of us should be quite similar," Grindelwald said with a hippie smile, then put away his smile and said, "But we are always just 'like', we are essentially different individuals, so we want different things." ”

Dumbledore nodded in agreement and asked, "What do you think he wants?"

"Albus, what did we ever want to do?" Grindelwald didn't answer directly.

"In order to break the International Secrecy Law and realize the rule of wizards over mortals... Geedler, I changed so we had a lot of arguments... What do you mean Ellen too?" Dumbledore's white beard shook across his chest, and he didn't look surprised.

"It's a practice for Harris TV to broadcast those Muggle shows and the illusions I created at the rally, before Britain warned countries to abide by secrecy laws, and then forced the African president to compromise..."Grindelwald leaned towards Dumbledore, closing in on Dumbledore, and his words showed some of the 'wildness' of his youth, "I don't have his patience, but I have to say that many countries are now frustrated by untenable secrecy laws, aren't they?" Unfortunately, I didn't have the magic of a television..."

"That's a good thing, no!" Dumbledore glared at his boyfriend disapprovingly, taking a long sip of Coke and burping, "but I did consider it... But don't you think this floating city today is trying to keep wizards away from Muggles and create a more closed wizarding world?

"That's why I said that the three of us are essentially different individuals, and we want different things..."Grindelwald shook his head, "Albus, you yourself have noticed it, in fact you don't want to believe that it's because Harris is like the rising sun, and you are like the twilight, you can't control the other party and can't defeat him... I can understand that you are too tired to be willing and unable to have a bigger dispute with him... Anyway, you think he treats Muggles much better than I do? He doesn't squeeze Muggles out of their value like I do, anyway? But you're wrong, Albus, and it seems to me that the breaking of the Law of Secrecy is only a very small part of his thinking... What he wants to do may be far more troublesome than you think..."

"Oh?" Dumbledore finally raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, "My worst plan is that although the Ministry of Magic is controlled by Harris, the Scrimgeour and the goblins have made him aware of the constraints... That's why I came up with such a floating city of my own... The worst I can do is for him to get Hogwarts out of the nominal control of the British Ministry of Magic... But Gellert, your worries seem to be more than that?"

"Whose hands do you think the Elder Wand is most likely to be in right now?" Grindelwald replied with a rhetorical question.

Dumbledore nodded and shook his head, "You think it's him too?... Maybe Tom will go astray, but none of us are overly dependent on this foreign object..."

"Albus, don't forget, this little boy has a big cart behind him," Grindelwald reminded in a serious tone, "There's a goddess behind him, and she's declaring that she's fighting a Grim Reaper..."

As he spoke, Grindelwald waved his fingers in the air.

"The Elder Wand. Grindelwald drew a vertical line in the air; He added a circle above the vertical line, and in the Cloak of Invisibility, he drew a triangle on the outside of the vertical line and circle.

"Legend has it that whoever owns all the Deathly Hallows is the owner of the Deathly Hallows," Dumbledore stared at the Deathly Hallows symbol floating in the air, "if they were really for this noble purpose... I don't have a problem with that either... Although I personally wonder if the Grim Reaper really exists... In fact, I think that Lady Ravenclaw may only have powers that ordinary wizards don't know..."

"I met you when I was young and invited you to join me in my search for the Deathly Hallows... Where do you think I got the Deathly Hallows information and used it as my personal marker?" Grindelwald flicked over another rhetorical question, and before Dumbledore could reply, he pointed to the mark in the air, "The one who induced me to know about this mark and began to search for them was also the owner of our Mirror of Eris, the goddess of doom, Eris..." Grindelwald brought his face closer to Dumbledore's, "And the Deathly Hallows necklace on the boy's chest wasn't because his grandfather adored me... I can tell, that's not my mark... Because I didn't fulfill my promise and was locked up here by you before I collected the three Sacred Weapons, I taught the boy a few hands as compensation for the goddess behind him..."Grindelwald exhaled into Dumbledore's face, "But recently, I've only discovered because of this... Well, just to estimate this goddess, it seems that there is another identity - Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of the academy where you used to work. ”

Dumbledore was shocked by the implicit message in his boyfriend's words, and he felt that things were beyond all the possibilities he could have imagined before, as if there was a large net behind him manipulating the actions of the chess pieces, which Dumbledore thought were chess players.

"That Harris boy has gone a lot farther than I am... Albus, maybe you should look at his eyes more, you're upset that I don't take Muggles seriously... But in his bones, even if he did these good things for wizards... But I probably don't take wizards seriously anymore..."Grindelwald said as he reacted to Dumbledore's expression with satisfaction, and he began to retract from the couch and pour himself a sip of soda, "So you think you're relaxed? You think you can not cheer up? But don't expect me to help you with my successor... I'm just trying to draw your attention to the real struggle between the 'gods'... By the way, if I'm right, that Potter family's great undead boy... The real invisibility cloak that was handed down by Peverell has long since been lost?"

"Didn't lose it... It's fine in Harina. ”

"Huh?"

"But Gedler, you're right, this kind of struggle between the gods, although mortals can't understand it, but for mortals, it's not even more beneficial than dangerous..."

(End of chapter)