Salzburg, Austria.

Faced with the Austrian Federal Police Department and the enthusiastic Salzburg middle-aged and elderly walking group, the wizards of the Austrian Ministry of Magic, who realized their situation, did not hesitate for long.

Soon, the wizards followed their inner instructions and walked out of the hospital building and left in a police car - it was safest and wisest to obey the law and wait for the Ministry of Magic to release on bail.

With the lights of the last police car disappearing at the end of the winding road, the whole incident seems to have come to an end.

However, the crowd gathered at the entrance of the hospital did not disperse, quietly staring at the black fabric still floating in the sky, waiting for the person who had summoned them to appear again.

They had been waiting for this moment for so many years, and they didn't mind waiting a little longer.

Finally, a slightly thin lonely figure appeared on the trail up the mountain, as unhurried as I had remembered, but far older and haggard than the "god"-like figure that everyone had imagined.

"I'm coming. ”

Across the street, Gellert Grindelwald slowly stopped, his gaze slowly swept over the familiar and unfamiliar faces, smiled slightly, and nodded to everyone—in an unusually calm tone, as if it had only been an afternoon since they had last met.

Even though the face and body shape have changed drastically, as the old wizard's voice sounded again, the once invincible shadow traveled through time and space and merged with the current Grindelwald, and no one questioned it anymore.

"Grindelwald. ”

"Grindelwald. ”

"Grindelwald. ”

There was a small commotion in the crowd, many of them whispering Grindelwald's name as if they were enchanted, while many more had a look of relief on their faces—and a sense of loss.

It's been 46 years since the last meeting, and it's really ...... It's too long.

Long enough for all the stories to become legends, long enough to turn all the blood and impetuosity into a silence as steel, so long that they have forgotten what they ever wanted to say......

I don't know when, for most saints, waiting for Gellert Grindelwald is no longer the goal, and the process of waiting and searching is the spiritual pillar that supports their lives.

There was a long silence, without a trace of movement, and the joy of reunion that everyone had imagined did not appear, and a complex emotion gradually spread in the air.

Across the street, the wrinkled Old Demon King and his equally old followers stared at each other in silence, as if there was a mirror in between.

From the folds in the faces that were no longer young, Gellert Grindelwald saw a vague shadow of himself, and that undisguised disappointment - of course, it was to be expected.

"Of course, as you can see, I'm old, we're all old. Just this morning, I almost died of a small sudden illness. This world is no longer the era that belongs to us. ”

As if not sensing the oppressive atmosphere, Grindelwald shrugged his shoulders, took the initiative to break the silence, and said with a relaxed face, "However, it makes me happy to see you again. Not because you have always answered my call—but because you all seem healthy, not persecuted, not destitute......"

Gellert Grindelwald turned his head and looked into the distance, where the long line of Salzburg police cars had appeared on the main trunk of the city, and the old wizard's face was filled with a heartfelt smile.

"Obviously, you have not given up on your ideals because of my departure, nor have you lost your life by dwelling on your past experiences. ”

Everything is valuable.

For Grindelwald, it is far easier to sacrifice oneself than to sacrifice anyone, as long as it can be closer to the ideal.

After the waves that Grindelwald made back then, it was like the agreement after that duel.

Albus Dumbledore did not break his promise, and in the way he was accustomed to, in a gentler and longer way, he pushed the entire wizarding world in the direction that the two had hoped - even Voldemort could not stop it from happening.

If there is any regret among them, there is no doubt that these saints who have never given up their ideals are in front of them.

In return, the Saints, along with Gellert Grindelwald, will be charged with provoking the war before being forgotten by all.

"Forty-six years...... We waited in this city for a full forty-six years. ”

Kurt Mayer, who was at the front of the crowd, took a deep breath, stepped out of the crowd, looked at Grindelwald and whispered, "If you don't show up, perhaps, we'll wait another forty-six years – until we're buried in the grave." ”

"I know. Grindelwald nodded gently.

"I don't know what other people think, but I'm not here to get any compliment. It's not about lamenting the passage of time and reminiscing about the old days - I just have to look in the mirror every morning to do those things. ”

Library ......

Mrs. Meyer squeezed her husband's hand with some concern, but unconsciously stepped forward and stood side by side with the man.

"Grindelwald. ”

Kurt Mayer patted the back of his wife's hand and looked up into Grindelwald's eyes, as fearless as he had been at every meeting in the halls of Newmontard Castle half a century ago.

"If you're just here to say these boring things, well, you shouldn't show up again. ”

"So?"

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow in amusement, and motioned for the wizard to continue, with no anger on his face at the bumper.

"You are not an all-knowing and all-powerful God, nor are you some immaculate saint. Over the years, you have been absent from almost all the changes in the wizarding world...... You are no longer as powerful and knowledgeable as you once were. ”

Kurt Mayer gave Grindelwald a deep look and said word by word.

With the witch's increasingly unkind words, Grindelwald still didn't have any angry expression, but nodded generously.

"You're right, the world has changed so much. To be precise, even back then, I still didn't fully see the world clearly. As for now, that's even less to say......"

"So...... You can no longer carry all the responsibilities alone. ”

Kurt Mayer took another small step forward, bowed his head slightly, landed on one knee, hid his expression in the darkness, and said something that he had not had time to say forty-six years ago.

"Whatever you plan to do, this time, please don't leave us behind. ”

"Sacrificing for your ideals shouldn't be just your right...... Such...... Unfair ......"

"And my ......," said Mrs. Mayer, smiling slightly, and walked over to her husband, her right hand clenched into a fist in her chest, and landed on one knee.

"Me too......" An old gentleman with one-sided glasses also walked out.

"Old Kurt, you are so cunning......" The middle-aged woman in the plaid skirt wiped her eyes and scolded with a smile.

"Now that you have ended our waiting, you have to compensate for a new mission. A wizard with gray temples walked out and looked at Grindelwald with a hippie smile as he had fifty years ago.

"We have always been there for you and never left ......"

"Today, I can play at least five of those little guys alone. ”

"Give the order, what we need to do. ”

“......”

The smile on Grindelwald's face slowly faded, and he silently glanced at the white-haired wizard in front of him, and then raised his head to look at the group of wizards with the same expression, and suddenly his brow relaxed.

Yes, this is the kind of person, and only such a person can truly change the world. What was he worried about?

Grindelwald nodded hard and slowly, and walked through the street into the middle of the crowd, his tone as proud and proud as ever.

"Of course, this is also the purpose of my summoning of you again. I hope that you will survive as long as possible. Let the world not forget the existence of Grindelwald and the saints......"

As he spoke, a carefree and delicate little face appeared in front of Grindelwald's eyes, and a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"This mission may be extraordinarily long, from now until you close your eyes forever......"

The newborn world had broken ground, and while she didn't know what she was about to face, that day would come.

Until then, as an old guy who should have entered the dustbin of history a long time ago, the only thing he can do is to give her as much time and space as possible to grow - and, if necessary, take the initiative to take all the damage, even if it is reduced to ashes.

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rua~I love this world~

I really hope that I can have the pen power of those great gods, but I still feel that it is still a little bit less tasteful.

Destiny, pillars, loss, confusion, heartache, anticipation, cohesion...... That's kind of the emotion.

If you can, well, can you teach me what needs to be changed or how to write better. The fat chicken can't wait to eat it in an instant......