Hogwarts during the summer holidays was exceptionally peaceful, and only Peeves and ghosts remained in the noisy castle of the past, even Filch left.

It seems to be going to some training class on how to get a Squib to use magic.

Occasionally, Professor McGonagall would come back and deal with freshman questions, send them acceptance letters, or help them, but most of the time she wouldn't be there. Sometimes Dumbledore would come back, mostly at the behest of Professor McGonagall, as there were difficult issues that only the Headmaster could decide.

"That's all, Minerva?" Dumbledore signed his name to the agreement with Gringotts, which meant that the needy new students would receive a grant. It's not a lot for everyone, but it adds up to a lot of money.

"That's all for now." Professor McGonagall put away the parchment and rolled it up in her hand. Pushing the glasses on the bridge of his nose, he asked, "Have you found a candidate for the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor?" ”

"Severus will take over that position." Dumbledore replied calmly.

Professor McGonagall pushed his glasses and hurriedly said, "But Dumbledore, that position ......"

"Curse, yes, I know." Dumbledore said, "But there is no way to do it, in this situation, it is difficult to recruit a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and I searched for a whole holiday but no one agreed to take the position." ”

"But in comparison, I have a good candidate for the position of Potions professor."

"You mean Professor Slughorn? Would he have promised to return to Hogwarts at this time? Professor McGonagall was puzzled, she knew Horace Slughorn well, he was not a good professor, he only looked at the good, brilliant wizards, and ignored the mediocre.

Because of this character, they had a good relationship when Voldemort was still at Hogwarts, and could even be called his protégé, but after Voldemort became the Dark Lord, Slughorn disappeared and stopped attending his students' meetings, and no one knew where he was for a long time.

"With all due respect, it's unlikely that Professor Slughorn will agree." Professor McGonagall said, "You may need to think again, Dumbledore. ”

"It doesn't matter, I'm sure I'll convince him." Dumbledore shook his head lightly and said calmly, "Besides, there are some things I need answers from him as well. ”

"About that person?"

"Yes, it has to do with Tom." Dumbledore said, a small smile on his face, "Trust me, Minerva, he'll say yes, after all, now we have Harry, and Hermione, and Slughorn like great students, don't they?" ”

"But......" Professor McGonagall had said before she could finish her sentence, when there was a sudden thud in the window of the Headmaster's office, which drew the attention of both men.

Dumbledore's eyes were full of confusion, and he looked at Professor McGonagall, then at Fawkes on the shelf, and finally got up and went to the window.

Pushing open the window, it was an owl that looked tired. It still has water droplets on its body, and a feather on its wings is missing. Seeing Dumbledore appear, he hurriedly sent the letter in his mouth into his hand, and even picked it up with his paws.

Dumbledore took the letter, there was no information on the envelope, and looked at the tired owl again, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"What's wrong, Dumbledore?" Professor McGonagall asked softly.

"I'm sorry Minerva, I need a little personal space right now." Dumbledore clutched the letter and turned to look at Professor McGonagall flatly.

Professor McGonagall stared for a moment, nodded slightly, and without a word, took the agreement that had just been signed and left.

Dumbledore watched silently as Professor McGonagall walked out of the door, holding the letter in one hand and waving his wand in the other, and the two curtains covered the portraits of the little Brother Zhang on the wall. He hurried to a full-length mirror, and with a wave of his wand, the mirror spun to reveal a secret room.

Inside, there was only a half-height stone pillar, on which was a wide flat and hollow copper basin - a meditation basin.

He came to the meditation basin and eagerly opened the letter, which contained only a blank piece of paper. Dumbledore's expression was as usual, his wand lightly tapped on the letterhead, and a silvery-white satin-like light was pulled out.

Straight into the meditation basin, Dumbledore didn't hesitate and plunged into it.

As soon as my face was immersed in the meditation basin of sleep, a feeling of weightlessness like a phantom migration hit me, and by the time I stood firm, my eyes had completely changed.

It was an empty living room, with a lonely fireplace leaning against the wall, save for a brown couch and a small wooden coffee table.

An old man with snow-white hair and thin hair was sitting on a sofa, wearing a white robe.

"Albus." He seemed to be aware of it, and when Dumbledore's figure appeared, he turned his head with a calm look in his eyes.

"Gellert ......," Dumbledore muttered, standing still, eyes firmly on Grindelwald.

Grindelwald also got up from the couch and took two steps in Dumbledore's direction, almost touching Dumbledore as he stopped. He seemed to be able to see Dumbledore's figure, and he looked up and down for a long time before he whispered, "This should be the last letter I will write to you, Albus......"

"By the time you received it, I should have died."

"Did it scare you, did you feel a little sad?"

"Ha~"

A big smile appeared on Grindelwald's face, and his tone became much lighter.

"A few days ago, I saw some images...... You know, I have the power to prophesy, and no one but you can mislead what I see......"

"In that picture, I saw a man who looked like a snake, it should be Tom Riddle, what trouble are you facing now?"

"He was supposed to ask me about something, but I refused, and then he killed me."

A green light...... Bang! And then I died. Grindelwald gestured with his hands and tilted his head sharply, but the smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest.

"But it doesn't matter, I'm not going to tell you this boring thing with all my magic left......" He shook his head, his face instantly becoming serious, and his tone much heavier.

"Listen, Albus, it wasn't one person who came on the day I died, there was another young fellow......"

"You have to pay attention! He's dangerous, even more dangerous than Tom! ”

"I have a feeling that I should have prophesied something about that young man, but somehow my memory doesn't have anything to do with it......" Grindelwald stared with a solemn look in his eyes, "You know what I mean, Albus!" ”

Dumbledore quietly looked at Grindelwald in front of him, looking at his eyes that suddenly appeared bloodshot, looking at his extremely serious face, motionless, like a sculpture.

After a long while, Grindelwald smiled suddenly, his eyes closed and opened, and the blood disappeared cleanly. He Shi Shiran returned to the sofa and sat down, his right hand with two fingers together next to his temples, a soft white light flashing lightly on it.

Suddenly, he turned his head, and all that was left in his eyes was watery calm.

"This time, it's me who wins, Albus......"