Harry looked at him solemnly.

Casting spells without a wand, and still lifting weights like this—this is something that is difficult for him to do, and now his level of casting spells without a wand is only to the extent that he uses a levitation charm to float a few pieces of paper, and it is difficult for him to control it smoothly with magic if the number exceeds seven, or the weight is greater than seven pieces of parchment.

"Don't look at me like that, we're not enemies now." Grindelwald shook his head and snapped his fingers slightly.

Two chairs clicked out.

He sat back.

Harry and Dumbledore sat down as well.

"Thank you, my favorite brandy." Grindelwald couldn't wait to pour himself a glass of wine, "I've drunk it for a long time, I miss it." ”

Dumbledore poured himself a glass of wine on a rare occasion as well.

"So, what did you come to visit me for?" Grindelwald took a sip and leaned back lazily, looking at them half-open.

Harry asked him, "Don't you have heavenly eyes?" ”

"The eye of heaven allows me to see the future." Grindelwald shook his head, "And it's an uncertain future, Potter, the future is not something mysterious, it's like a bitch, it's changing anytime and anywhere." ”

"It's hard to even determine the facts, let alone people's hearts?"

He was careless.

"Gellert, I," Dumbledore whispered.

"Albus." Grindelwald waved his hand, "We're not there yet." ”

Without hesitation, Harry spoke, "We want to ask you about Avalon. ”

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, he shook his head helplessly, and drank the remaining wine in the cup: "Potter, you should shut up at this time, and let the two old guys relive the past." ”

"You won't be able to die for a while." Harry shook his head, "Ask important questions while you haven't drunk much and you're still sober." ”

Grindelwald muttered, "You're a bad sight." ”

Dumbledore smiled slightly, exhaled a long, low breath, and raised his hand to put the small, densely rippling wine from the glass into his mouth.

"Avalon." Grindelwald refilled himself and whispered, "I haven't been." ”

"Back then, Albus and I were obsessed with the Three Hallows in pursuit of greater power."

"To be precise, not only the Three Sacred Vessels, but also many powerful forces we have chased, and Avalon, as the Promised Land and the Ideal Land, is naturally one of the targets we are chasing."

"But the popular Avalon is much more difficult to find than the Three Sacred Weapons."

"At least at the time we had found some clues about the Elder Wand, and even knew whose hand it was. However, at that time, we couldn't resist the powerful force, wouldn't it be better to have more of it? ”

"So, we set out on a journey to find Avalon."

He paused, moistening his throat with a drink, "But it wasn't a good trip, Albus always had to go home, and our contradictions began to reveal themselves at that time."

Harry coughed twice, reminding him not to bother with "inconsequential" matters.

Grindelwald paused for a moment before continuing: "Oh, well, we have actually found the entrance to Avalon, but unfortunately the ideal country was sealed by the mist, and we couldn't find any way to enter at that time. ”

"Later, because of some contradictions, they broke out."

"I've found the Elder Wand again, and this is the end of our quest for Avalon."

Harry nodded, "Sealed in the mist?" So you should know how to get in? Or the time when the fog will be lifted? ”

Grindelwald smiled and whispered, "Of course, of course I do. ”

"The way to get into Avalon is actually very simple, the mystery is hidden in the mystery, and a lot of the stories have already told us, haven't they?"

Harry thought of something, and he took a deep breath: "Only the dead can enter Avalon?" ”

"No"

He quickly shook his head and repudiated his claims.

Voldemort said he had entered Avalon, when he was still young—not dead yet.

Harry frowned as he began to recall the myths and legends about Avalon.

Legend has it that King Arthur was seriously wounded in the Battle of Mordmorey and was dying when several fairies appeared, and they extradited King Arthur to Avalon, where he was rumored to be buried, of course. It is also rumored that King Arthur is not dead, he is healing in the Golden Apple Paradise, and he will reappear when the people need him.

Harry looked up, his brow furrowed, "So, it's the dying to enter Avalon?" ”

Grindelwald nodded: "You are as sharp as in the newspapers." ”

"Near-death, or half-alive, half-dead, in such a state can enter Avalon."

He put the cup down and shook his head.

"Horcruxes, what evil magic."

"I almost fell in love with it back then, but who would have thought that the magic that longed for immortality would already step into the realm of death when I used it?"

Harry shook his head, "I don't want to be like that. ”

"It's not just Horcruxes, one kind of magic has this effect." Grindelwald shook his head, "Let me think."

"It is rumored that if you collect all the three holy weapons, you can have the power of death, if you have all of them, control the definition of life and death, pass through the mist, and enter Avalon, what is the difficulty?"

Dumbledore's face remained unchanged.

"The Three Hallows are already in our hands." Harry whispered, "But they also seem to be more powerful magic items, not the power of the Grim Reaper." ”

Grindelwald wasn't surprised.

With a flick of his wand, Harry's Cloak flew out of the Sorting Hat and landed on the table.

Dumbledore placed his wand on the table.

"Where's the Resurrection Stone?" Grindelwald asked.

Harry replied to him: "In the hands of Professor Sprout, the Hufflepuff Dean of Hogwarts, she doesn't feel comfortable giving this thing to Dumbledore or me, she has always been in her collection, if you want to see it, the next time you let Dumbledore see you, bring Professor Sprout." ”

As he spoke, he paused.

"But it is stated in advance that the Resurrection Stone does not have the ability to truly resurrect people, and Ariana is dead when she dies, and she can't live."

Grindelwald waved his hand: "Potter, you don't have to say it so bluntly. ”

Harry chuckled, "You deliberately turned the subject here, didn't you just do this?" Isn't it good for me to tell you? ”

Grindelwald fell silent.

"What's the second method?" Harry asked him.

Grindelwald took a deep breath, shook his head, and pulled his thoughts back: "Potter, have you heard of the Department of Mysteries?" ”

"Thanks, maybe I have to remind you that I'm a sixteen-year-old wizard." Harry took a sip of his drink.

Grindelwald continued: "In the Department of Mysteries, there is an exhibition hall called the Hall of Death, which is said to contain the power of death. ”

"Oh." Harry nodded.

"I don't know much about it, Albus," Grindelwald said.

Dumbledore spoke, his voice a little hoarse, "The Hall of the Dead, that's a mysterious place, in fact, the Ministry of Magic was built there because of that veil. It existed long before the Ministry of Magic was established, and until then, it had been guarded and studied by the International Wizarding Association. ”

Harry listened quietly.

"That curtain has the same power as the Resurrection Stone, if there really is a god of death, it must be another trap of death by the god of death to lure the living to death." Dumbledore said slowly, "No one knows where the Veil came from or how long it has been around. ”

"But no amount of magic can make it go away or hurt it."

"The Ministry of Magic invited me, but even if it were me, there was nothing I could do."

He lowered his head and whispered, "How can mortals resist death." ”

"Where can I get a way into a half-life, half-death state?" Harry asked questions, as if he were asking Dumbledore and Grindelwald, as if he were asking himself.

Dumbledore shook his head, "I'm not sure, but we can try, on the premise of being on the safe side." ”

"I think we should all be able to resist the whispers of the veil."

Grindelwald looked at Harry with an uncertain look in his eyes, "Potter, Avalon seems to be important to you. ”

You could have dropped the word "seemingly." Harry replied calmly.

A silver glint flashed in Grindelwald's eyes: "You can wait until the end of July, which is your birthday." ”

"What did you spy on again?" Harry asked him.

Grindelwald looked at him incredulously and poured himself a glass of wine: "Potter, I'm here to help you, why do you use the word "voyeurism"?" I just see some future. ”

Harry chuckled.

"Of course, these futures do allow me to know more about a person." Grindelwald picked up a piece of bull's eye meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and couldn't help but sigh, "Thank God, it turns out that steak is such a delicious food, Great Britain has already made it like this, it's hard to imagine that it will be made like this in other places." ”

Harry knocked on the table and reminded him, "Lady Rosmerta says it's an authentic French practice." ”

Grindelwald shook his head: "No, that's not the case. ”

"It's not what I remember."

Harry took a sip of his drink, "When we're down to business, let's talk about other important things." ”

He paused and accentuated: "For example, when will the two of you reunite?" ”

With these words, the switch of the two people was pressed at the same time, and they lost the power and all actions came to a standstill.

Grindelwald looked up and looked at Dumbledore: "Albus, I, can you say that in fact, the relationship between us has never been broken. ”

"It's up to me to ask you that question." Dumbledore shook his head and picked up his glass, hiding his face behind it.

Harry interjected, "It seems that you are on the same page, and there should be no contradictions. ”

"So, do you need me to inform Professor McGonagall?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and his tone was a little dazed: "Inform Professor McGonagall about them?" Why? ”

"Witnesses, that's a very important part, isn't it?" Harry asked rhetorically.

(End of chapter)