The blonde boy was in front of the crucible at this time, and with an excited face, he added far more medicinal herbs to the crucible than the standard dose....

The burgundy-haired girl tried to persuade the boy with a worried face:

"Listen, Gellert Age Booster is an extremely dangerous thing, especially with a dose like yours, if you don't live for a hundred years, you will directly turn into white bones!"

The blonde boy was always confident, and he didn't listen to the girl's worries at all.

"Alice, you're worried too much, we're going to gather the Deathly Hallows to rule the Muggles.... Besides, who else but you could possibly defeat me. At last.... Add 13g of Thestrals tail feather powder. ”

As a cloud of black smoke poured out, all that was about to overflow the cauldron was a few drops at the bottom of the cauldron....

The boy's eyes rolled, and he smiled evilly as he turned his back to the girl's face.

The young man turned around and said to the girl gently, "Alice, you are right, refining the elixir is indeed too dangerous. As he spoke, he stroked the girl's hair.

The girl blushed and looked to the side, "You're always like this...."

"It's not because you're here...", the boy took the girl's cheek and kissed it tenderly.

The girl's eyes that had just closed suddenly widened, and she pushed the boy away.

"Gellert! Did you just take the age-booster in your mouth!? ”

The boy put his hands behind his head and stuck out his tongue, "Don't worry, if something goes wrong, I'll leave and cast my magic to turn you back." ”

Suddenly, the girl's hair turned from burgundy to snow-white in an instant.... But nothing else has changed?

The girl looked at her still immature hands, touched her face again to make sure there were no wrinkles, and tilted her head in confusion.

"Is there a problem with the recipe?"

The young man's expression changed from confidence to stinky fart, and his nose was about to rise to the sky....

"How is it possible, this is a potion prepared by me, Grindelwald, the future Dark Lord." As he spoke, he took out a mirror and pointed it at the girl.

"Is your hair graying.... Is it a problem with the dosage of age-enhancing agents? ”

When the boy heard the girl repeatedly questioning the quality of the potion, he finally felt a little displeased, and crossed his waist and said:

"First of all, I'm Geliot Grindelwald, the future Dark Lord makes potions that are absolutely absolutely fine. Secondly...."

As he spoke, a notebook floated in front of the girl and opened automatically.... is the story of the Deathly Hallows.

"What do you mean.... Have we collected all the Deathly Hallows? The girl fiddled with her snow-white hair in disbelief...

It's pretty good....

"Of course, now it's my turn-"

The boy poured all the remaining potions from the cauldron into his mouth....

"Look, I've changed anything...."The confidence and arrogance on the young man's face suddenly disappeared, and he fell to his knees in pain....

The hair quickly turned from blonde to a lifeless gray-white, and the whole person began to wrinkle like shrunken clothes....

"Mirrors... Give me the mirror...."

At this time, the high-spirited golden boy in the mirror was no longer the high-spirited golden boy, but an old man with wrinkles on his bald head and limbs as thin as bamboo poles.....

"Sure enough, it should still be a matter of potions...."The girl lifted up the 'boy' in front of her with a worried face, and did not dislike the 'boy' appearance at this time.

The 'boy''s eyes were wide open, and he looked incredulous, "No.... The problem is not in the potions...."

"You don't mean to say that I snatched the Deathly Hallows and left you.....

The 'boy' slightly restrained the fierce light in his eyes and waved his hand, "It's a curse, it's a curse on your body.... We didn't get the Deathly Hallows....."

"But that's just a possibility, and if we join forces, we can definitely change the ..... in the future."

I can't remember what the girl said next, and until the effect of the anti-aging agent ended, the 'boy' kept staring at his wrinkled hands with an expression of disbelief....

On the wrists of the 'boy's, there is a reddish-brown mark....

And such marks can only be formed by wearing handcuffs all year round....

Who is it that can defeat oneself and not kill oneself to get rid of the troubles....

It turns out that this is how we end?