Chapter 460: Night Talk in the Jungle (I)
"That's not your fault......"
"I have a meditation basin, Gellert. β
A flash of pain flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he shook his head and whispered, "Do you think I won't have seen that memory?"
β...... Albus. β
Grindelwald's lips twitched, as if to say something.
However, after trying several times, the original Dark Lord still couldn't say anything after all, and glanced at the white-haired dumpling sitting next to him with a gossipy face, and a thousand words in his heart turned into a faint sigh.
They are no longer young, and there is no point in deceiving themselves anymore.
What's more, it's not just the two of them who are present now, and those old things will be completely buried in the riverbed of history, and there is no need to let those disgraceful things continue to be passed on.
What Grindelwald didn't find, however......
At the same time, Elena, who was sitting next to her, nodded thoughtfully, a hint of clarity on her face.
Although the conversation between Dumbledore and Grindelwald was so erratic that most people might not understand what they were saying, she reacted almost immediately after reading the original book.
If nothing else, the two should have discussed the accident about the accidental death of Dumbledore's sister.
That one took place on the eve of Dumbledore and Grindelwald's "elopement", and it was a crucial turning point in the wizarding world for more than half a century......
"I do not deny that there are great goals in this world that are worthy of sacrifice, more important than death. β
Before Elena could recall, Dumbledore's voice continued to hear in her ears.
"But until then, I'll have to hold on to some of the most trivial lines. Even if it might make things hard, or miss out on opportunities β that's what I've told myself every day since. β
"Even if you kill one person, you can save ten, if not hundreds, of innocent lives?"
Grindelwald shook his head noncommittally, mocking in his tone.
"If every wizard who stands taller than the average person and sees farther thinks like this, then the world is already doomed! Someone has to tell the people below what the future should beβat least which paths must be wrong, instead of sitting back and watching avoidable disasters happen and then come out and clean up the pieces." β
"But on the other hand, Gellert. Have you ever wondered ......"
Dumbledore frowned, crossed his fingers in front of him, and said with a solemn face.
"Over the years, both in the wizarding and non-magical worlds, it is precisely those who have recklessly sacrificed others for the sake of great causes and lofty goals that have frequently plunged the world into disaster. β
"I see, Gellert Grindelwald, to plunge the world into disaster?! β
Grindelwald gave Dumbledore a deep look and grinned, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.
"Fifty years later, I've been in Newmondgard Castle, but I'm still well aware of what has changed in the outside worldβindeed, I killed a lot of wizards, I started a war. But have you ever wondered why so many half-blood wizards have been born over the years, or hemp wizards?!"
But in hindsight, there was a more appropriate way to do it, didn't you? β
"It's all a necessary price, and if someone doesn't take the initiative to take this step, you'll never be 100 percent perfect in something that can't be repeated. Even to this day, I have never been ashamed of my goals. β
Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and stared at Dumbledore for a few seconds before asking slowly.
"It's you, Albus. More than ten years ago, when dealing with that Voldemort, how many people lost their lives because of your withdrawal, have you thought about it yourself? Obviously, you only need to kill some of the guys in time, and you can quickly calm the whole turmoil, instead of letting it finally evolve into another Dark Lord rising. β
Speaking of the Dark Lord, Grindelwald snorted noncommittally, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
After a slight pause, the original Dark Lord continued to speak softly in his slow, methodical tone.
"Or maybe your teaching experience at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry made you forget how to fight?"
"Gellert, we all know that there are many ways in this world to destroy a person. β
The old wizard shook his head, his azure gaze staring at Grindelwald through his half-moon glasses.
Although Dumbledore's voice was still the size it was before, there was weight in each word, and his slightly bent waist was completely straight, and the whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of edge, which looked a little terrifying.
"As you say, I've had countless chances to kill Voldemort and eliminate the Death Eaters for more than a decade. However, this way of fighting violence with violence and killing against killing can never be turned back once it has been crossed. β
"Sometimes, I feel terrified, not for you, Voldemort, or anyone else in the wizarding world, but for myself - the most terrible thing in this world is not the pure bad guys, but the messengers of justice who have been released from the beast in their hearts......"