So that's what happened.

Karl looked at Dumbledore and Nicol Lemay with a twinkle in his eyes, and saw that neither of them retorted, and he couldn't help but be surprised.

He looked down at the stone on the table with a strange red glow, and the red brilliance was a sign of the nature of the stone itself—fascinating, yet dangerous.

It appeals to everyone who desires eternal life, but once you use it, you can't stop.

"With the passage of time, your body will decay and your spirit will gradually wither, but because of its existence, you will not die, and, you will certainly not think of it, boy......"

Karl looked up at Grindelwald, who glanced at Nicol Lemay, then at Dumbledore, grinning at him, and then at Cal.

"With the existence of this stone, this old man can't even commit suicide, and the philosopher's stone won't let him die at all!"

"Don't let me?" Karl wondered.

"Yes, no. Grindelwald nodded.

"What do you think the Philosopher's Stone is, boy?"

Grindelwald asked himself, "It's the only living magical creature in the world!!"

"In fact, every time the elixir is made, it's feeding the Philosopher's Stone – the Philosopher's Stone feeds on the wizard's luck, and its 'excrement,'" Grindelwald smiled wryly, "it's the elixir." ”

"Of course, it can turn any metal into gold, and as far as I know," Grindelwald looked at Nicol Lemay, "that's what the Philosopher's Stone was created for." ”

With that, he looked straight at Nicol Lemay, who was staring at the philosopher's stone on the table.

After a while, Nicol Lemay nodded slowly.

"I just wanted to make a philosopher's stone, but I didn't expect to accidentally create such a stone. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Dumbledore, "I can't destroy it on my own, so I'll have to give it to Albus." ”

Seeing Nicol Lemay admit it, Grindelwald smiled.

"Only two, you say?" Karl looked at Grindelwald, and he felt that the old man had something to say.

Sure enough, Grindelwald smiled at him.

"The second one is you, boy. ”

"That's exactly what I'm going to tell you, Carl. Dumbledore spoke suddenly, his voice trembling slightly.

"Come on, Albus, don't be so hypocritical, if it weren't for the fact that things have come to this point, you would say?"

Grindelwald pointed at Carl and said, "I've only recovered half of this kid's memory so far!"

He looked into Dumbledore's eyes, behind the old man's half-moon glasses, a pair of blue eyes that revealed a rare anxiety.

Ignoring Nicol Lemay, who was still standing on the side, Grindelwald continued, with a hint of emotion in his voice.

"Seriously, Albus, sometimes I feel tired for you, you always like to keep everything under your control, for fear that others will do things beyond your control, but let's see the results......"

"For those fools, those mediocre people whose talents are far inferior to yours, of course your trick works, but for those whose talents are not inferior to yours-"

"Tom Riddle is the clearest example of this! What is the result of you being so defensive against him, suppressing him?"

"I remember when he applied to teach at Hogwarts after you became Headmaster, you turned him down. ”

"Although he may not have been sincere at the time, the real situation is that you are afraid, and you are afraid that the students he teaches are beyond your control. ”

"Seriously, Albus, this is probably the worst decision you've ever made in your life. ”

"Now, you still want to use the same trick against this kid!"

When Grindelwald said this, Dumbledore's eyes were filled with pain, which made Grindelwald even more excited.

"People always say that you don't covet power and are willing to stay in school as a teacher, to be honest, if you hadn't killed your sister with your own hands, you would have been willing to retreat?

"Don't say it. Karl whispered.

He was horrified and wanted to hear it, but the sight of Dumbebledore's appearance made his heart tremble.

By the end of the sentence, Dumbledore was already in tears.

"Carl, let him say, there should be an explanation for the past of so many years. Dumbledore's voice was surprisingly calm, but his tears streamed down the deep wrinkles on his cheeks.

Grindelwald finally noticed Dumbledore's reaction, and there was a bit of remorse and regret in his eyes, and even his voice slowed down a little.

Coughing lightly to hide the turmoil in his heart, Grindelwald looked at Carl and spoke again: "In other respects, I am inferior to him, but in terms of duels, without the Elder Wand, he can't win against me." ”

For some reason, when Grindelwald said this, he glanced at Dumbledore weakly, and was relieved to see that he did not refute.

"You may have heard about what happened at that funeral. Grindelwald looked at Karl and said.

Karl nodded slowly.

Seeing this, Grindelwald continued: "Aberforth, that old boy, although we are in a scuffle, he spends most of his time helping his brother-"

"Although the fight was provoked by that idiot, when I was in the big division, I was alone against the two of them-"

"To be honest, although that kid acts recklessly, his talent is not bad, and I have half a pound and eight taels with Albus, but with him, I can't stand it. As a last resort, I applied the Killing Curse, and—"

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore again, and the old man had closed his eyes in pain.

"Then, Albus flew out of my requisitioning spell, but unexpectedly, it hit his sister. ”

......

"I fled, feeling a little guilty, after all, I had sent the killing curse. ”

"For many years after that, we avoided seeing each other. ”

"Until that year, just two years before that big war, maybe both of us had a hunch and we met. ”

"We weren't young anymore, the past was like a childhood memory for us, and to be honest, we met at that time in a very similar scene as we do today, and we both had a premonition of what was coming, so we decided to do something together, kind of a memory. ”

At this point, Grindelwald looked back at Dumbledore, "I don't have any memories of the future, Albus, it's your turn." ”

Hearing this, Dumbledore slowly opened his eyes.

The old man's voice resounded faintly, echoing in the empty headmaster's office, "because of that pitiful pride in my heart......"

"After all, to be immodest, Gellert and I, two of the strongest men in the world, decided to do something that no one had done before – we decided to use magic to create a life, to surpass the Philosopher's Stone, to create a real, living life. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at Grindelwald with a bit of bitterness on his face, "However, although we are old, we are still too naïve to try to create a perfect life. ”

"We tried our best to inject all the good things in us into that life, but then we realized that the so-called perfection itself is a kind of deficiency-"

Sighing softly, Dumbledore said, "The life that was created, she had no life at all. ”

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