"So, is that what you're afraid of?"

Grindelwald quietly listened to Dumbledore's story and nodded thoughtfully.

"An existence that can't be killed by the Killing Curse is indeed a difficult fellow. ”

"To be precise, it is an existence that can be immortal under its own killing curse. ”

Dumbledore added with a frown, not deliberately avoiding Elena, as for the old spider Aragog, he had already retracted into the lair with a few roasted spider legs, leaving the silent enchantment range of the wizards.

"I've looked at the place where he cast his last spell, and there is no physical remain, and judging by the signs left by the shadows, Voldemort was disintegrated into smoke and dust almost instantaneously - as far as I know, this is only the case when a wizard uses a killing curse on himself. ”

"Is it really death? Poor, I can't even control my own life. ”

A look of relief appeared on Grindelwald's face, and he glanced at Elena, who was a little confused beside him, and spread his hands to explain.

"The power of spells comes from emotions and thoughts, and I think you already know that. So, when a wizard casts a killing curse on himself, the spell erases more than just the soul. After all, the principle of the Killing Curse is-"

"Ahem. Dumbledore cleared his throat suddenly.

"Well, well, it doesn't seem like the right time to study the Killing Curse. ”

Faced with Dumbledore's warning gaze, Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders helplessly and turned the subject back again.

"So, Albus, do you know what method he used to dodge the Killing Curse?"

"There are some speculations, but unfortunately I don't have evidence ......"

"I see," Grindelwald said with an eyebrow raised and a grin, "don't worry, with the two of us working together, plus this little girl and this big dog, it will be easy to subdue a seriously injured wizard - the only difficulty is how to prevent him from escaping......"

"Quite the opposite!"

Before Grindelwald could finish speaking, Dumbledore shook his head and said in a serious voice.

"The purpose of all this I am telling you today is to hope that you will not try to provoke and test Quirinus Quirrell, or Voldemort, too much in the future. At least for now, this state is already the best for the entire wizarding world. ”

"So that's what you think - do nothing?"

Grindelwald's face gradually turned cold, and the corners of his mouth raised a disdainful arc, and he let out a sneer.

"After all these years, Albus, it turns out that you still haven't made any progress. ”

"Gellert, you don't see, it's not just Voldemort at stake—it's certainly wisest to put all the contradictions on him now. ”

"I'm sorry, but I probably see this better than you do, Mr. Headmaster. ”

Grindelwald sneered, shaking the roasted spider leg in his hand and pointing at Dumbledore as if he were holding a wand.

"I don't even need to know the details to think of the man behind that Voldemort. The pure-blood wizard family, and the once stubborn old guys, the last struggles and madness of the old times. ”

"Then you should know that time is on our side. ”

Dumbledore nonchalantly brushed aside the spider leg from Grindelwald's hand and replied calmly.

"It's an unstoppable trend that half-blood wizards and Muggle-born wizards will only grow in the wizarding world, and I won't be surprised if there is a Muggle-born Minister of Magic in a few decades. ”

"When that happens, will he speak for Muggles, or for wizards?"

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with a mocking expression, and before waiting for the old wizard to answer, he continued.

"You're running away after all, Albus. Ten years ago, you missed a great opportunity to integrate the power of the wizarding world, and now, the opportunity is in front of you again, and you are just trying to maintain the status quo and continue to observe?!"

"Times are different, Gellert. ”

Dumbledore unhurriedly peeled off a roasted spider leg, tore off a piece of white flesh and put it in his mouth, "The wizarding world doesn't need a great leader today, and the contradictions and conflicts have been alleviated much more than we did back then. ”

"And still, those obstacles are there, aren't they?"

Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

"I'll admit that fifty years ago, it was too expensive to change everything, but if it were now......"

"It still doesn't make any difference, it's not a bargaining commodity. Dumbledore shook his head firmly.

"Oh, yes, that's not what you said back then. ”

Grindelwald snorted coldly and looked into Dumbledore's eyes with a thick mockery on his face.

"Besides, all you need to do is catch Voldemort, force them out a list of wizards who have supported and participated in his activities, and use this impeccable excuse to carry out a final wave of cleanup, and all the obstacles in your way will be solved. ”

Dumbledore's expression became more and more serious, and he put down the roasted spider leg in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"If you do that, a lot of people will die. ”

"A dozen at most, but it's worth it, isn't it?" I remember...... It's called Death Eaters, right, and taking this opportunity to get rid of the instability reasonably, not many people will feel sad about these guys, right?"

"We've talked about it many times, Gellert. ”

Dumbledore frowned a little impatiently, glanced at the white-haired dumplings next to him who were holding his chin with interest and watching the two of them debate, and subconsciously said in a loud voice.

"It's a mistake to sacrifice some people for some big goals. It's like Quirrell, who hasn't made too many mistakes, at least until now - you can't just cut off all possibilities in order to prevent the so-called future. ”

"Oh, what a noble faith. Grindelwald let out a mocking snort in his nose, "Albus, could it be that you've never done anything like it in all these years...... Well, cruel things? People are always striving for the sublime, but most of it is just talking, and you didn't do anything like that when you fought the Death Eaters a dozen years ago?"

Faced with Grindelwald's rhetorical question, Dumbledore suddenly fell into a long silence.

Just when Elena thought that the discussion would end with a temporary victory for Grindelwald, Dumbledore's slightly dry voice came to her ears—Elena had never heard such a voice from an old man, and she trembled with weakness.

"Since that day, there hasn't been any. ”