Standing at the dilapidated entrance to Numgard, Dumbo spoke slowly in a vicissitudes of life about his old past with Grindelwald.

"Two like-minded guys, after they met, became close friends and were inseparable all day long...... Dearer than brothers. ”

"We've planned to leave Godric's Valley together and embark on a quest to find the Deathly Hallows."

"But my brother disagreed, he said that we still had a sick, poor sister to take care of, and he begged me to stay, and we quarreled and refused to give in to each other."

Dumbledore sighed, his eyes complicated:

"Aberforth foolishly drew his wand, and even more stupidly, I drew it too."

"Together with Grindelwald, the three of us scuffled together, and neither of us noticed that Ariana had come downstairs."

Dumbledore lowered his eyelids and said affectionately and sadly:

"I'm not sure whose spell it was, but it doesn't matter anymore, Ariana was standing there one second and fell to the ground the next...... Killed. ”

Rove looked at the slightly slumped old figure and sighed softly.

Although he knew the inside story for a long time, he was still full of emotion when he heard the old man slowly talk about this painful past.

That summer,

Dumbledore was eighteen years old, Grindelwald was sixteen, two of the most talented teenagers in the wizarding world, met at the most prime age, and should have borne the most brilliant fruit, but was ruined by an accident that no one wanted to see.

Sooner or later, maybe everything will be different.

It can only be said that they did meet in each other's best years, but not the most appropriate age for each other.

The two quickly walked into the castle, and Rove looked around:

The hall was vast and wide, almost decaying in many places, and the walls and rows of wooden beams and columns were covered with lichen and purple moss.

As they ascended the staircase, they were greeted by halls, chambers, arches, and grooved columns on which the gray moss gathered into a massive moss moss.

The tower windows are also entwined with black vines that climb out of the doors, up the arches, and up the high stone walls.

The environment here is not even as good as Azkaban and Oxsta prisons!

It was hard for Rove to imagine that there had been a gathering of witches who terrified the wizarding world, and it was even more difficult to imagine that someone could survive here for more than half a century, and that person was still ......

Grindelwald!

They reached the top of the tower and continued on, their footsteps echoing strangely unevenly in the long hallways.

There were doors in the aisles, some closed, many open and cracked. All the rooms are abandoned.

Finally, Dumbledore stopped at the far corner doorway, which had a house number, but it was faded and almost unrecognizable.

Dumbledore stood in the doorway, paused for a moment, and then slowly pushed the door open.

An old man in a thin gray robe, standing alone by the window, thin as a skeleton, his cheeks constricted inwards and his eye sockets sunken inward.

"Albus, long time no see." The old man's old lips grinned slightly, revealing a toothless mouth.

"I thought you would never come again."

Grindelwald smiled when he saw Dumbledore, and his entire withered face seemed to have every wrinkle and crevice, exuding a strange brilliance.

Dumbledore deliberately avoided his eyes, and just bowed his head and said softly to Rove, "He is Gellert Grindelwald." ”

Rove stared at Grindelwald.

When the original Dark Lord was young, he was an extremely handsome man, but at this time he was just a bad old man, only those deep blue eyes, he could still vaguely see the former demeanor.

"Hello, my name is Rove Scamander."

Grindelwald looked at the boy with interest, his wrinkled face and eyes shining like polished sapphires.

"Oh, you're Newt's grandson? I've heard Albus talk about you many times, has he ever told you about me before? ”

Rov was a little confused for a moment, and quietly glanced at Dumbledore out of the corner of his eye.

In fact, the Headmaster had never spoken to Grindelwald in front of him before, otherwise he wouldn't have known that the basilisk had sent it here.

The boy had no choice but to blink, avoiding talking and saying, "My grandfather has told you many times, and he said that you have been friends for decades. ”

"Newt? I don't have half a Galleon friendship with your grandfather. Grindelwald said politely: "He also stole something as precious as mine." ”

Rove sneered, Grindelwald was probably talking about sniffing the Blood Pact pendant that he had stolen.

That was indeed Grindelwald and Dumbledore's...... A token of affection.

Dumbledore interrupted the conversation and asked, "What about the basilisk?" ”

"I hibernated." "You know, I don't have food to feed it," Grindelwald said. ”

"And how are you investigating?"

"I followed the piece of soul in the basilisk and checked his memories, most of them have been entangled with the basilisk, and it is very chaotic." Grindelwald said.

"I had to use a lot of highly skilled Dementor Mind to elicit it, and finally extracted the memory from when I made the Horcrux...... Want to see it? ”

Dumbledore nodded.

Grindelwald raised his arm, and a skeletal cigarette pouch floated from the corner.

The Skull Tobacco Pouch is a precious alchemical item similar to the Meditation Pot.

The purpose of the meditation basin is to put the memory in the basin so that others can go in and watch it.

The skeleton cigarette pouch is to inhale and puff out magic smoke and put out the picture of the brain in the form of a small video.

Grindelwald picked up the pouch, inhaled deeply through the tube, and then began to exhale.

A large, brightly colored painting seemed to stretch out from between his lips and extend to the stone ceiling.

What catches your eye is a huge circular pit from the outside to the inside, from white to gray, from gray to black, and from black to red.

There are also two wizards at the bottom of the pit.

Rove recognized at a glance the wizard lying on the ground, and he muttered:

"Professor Rowena Ravenclaw."

Beside Ravenclaw, there was also a man and a hovering basilisk.

The man waved his wand, aimed it at himself, and said loudly:

"Soul Breaker, Anda Jones!"

As the spell ended, he let out a roar of pain, and dark shadows gathered on the ground, squirming slowly and silently in the moonlight.

Finally, the shadow split into another shadow, and it stood up and sprang towards the basilisk, burrowing into its body.

The basilisk hissed, but eventually a piece of soul was sealed inside it.

Rove watched the scene quietly, he already understood it completely.

After killing Ravenclaw, Slytherin used a basilisk to craft a ...... Horcruxes.

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(End of chapter)