Both of them fell silent.

Witness?

What to witness?

They all knew exactly what Harry meant by the "testimony" that came out of his mouth.

"Harry, this matter." Dumbledore sighed and shook his head.

Harry interrupted, "It's not as complicated as you think. ”

"Aberforth doesn't hate you as much as he used to, and everything needs you to sit down and talk about it calmly."

"At least take the first step."

The two of them raised their knives and forks in unison and cut the food on their plates.

"One of the greatest white wizards." Harry sneered, "A dark wizard from all over Europe, and even North America, can't do such a small thing now?" ”

"Ha, Tom knows how to resurrect and struggle, what about you?"

"I took out the cheese from the trap and set it in front of you, obviously eager for it, but I didn't dare to touch it."

Time cannot be seen or touched, and the only measure is every breath, every sunrise and moonset, and every uncontrollable thought. It looks soft and flows past people, without any sensation, and even if you dip your hand into the slowest stream, you can feel the waves of water on your hand.

Time is not.

But looking back, unconsciously, I have been carried by the inertia of time, floating to nowhere, standing in an unknown position.

More than fifty years of inertia, rampage.

They have long since become the shape of time.

Harry took a sip of his glass and sighed, "Don't talk about this kind of unpleasant thing for you, Mr. Grindelwald, do you know how many Horcruxes Voldemort has?" ”

Grindelwald shook his head: "I don't know. ”

"He's just Tom Riddle, and I don't pay that much attention to him."

"But even if you count Harry, there won't be more than seven Horcruxes at most."

This sentence stunned Dumbledore and Harry.

They were a little confused at first, but they quickly reacted again.

"We seem to be missing something." Dumbledore took the knife and tapped the plate gently.

Harry nodded, swallowing the beef in his mouth, "Count me no more than seven Horcruxes." ”

"That is to say, aside from my surprise, he originally only had six Horcruxes, counting the main soul, which is exactly enough to meet the number seven."

"Lord Voldemort's soul died too quickly, and he didn't have time to think about him at all, even if he supported him for a while longer, and had a little more sense of existence?"

Speaking of which, he paused: "We destroy three now, and he himself is resurrected with Hufflepuff Gold Cups." ”

"Ravenclaw's crown has been identified as his Horcrux, but it hasn't been found yet."

He raised his hand and spread his palm.

"Five."

He raised his other hand and gave him a thumbs up: "There is also a Horcrux, we don't know what it is, and it was also made by Voldemort last." ”

He looked at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald shook his head: "Potter, I'm not a jack of all trades, and although I can see some things, I don't know everything." ”

Dumbledore lit the table, "I asked Mr. Gryffindor, all his important relics have been preserved, he has seen them all." ”

"The Holy Grail." Harry withdrew his hand, "I mean the legendary one, not the Hufflepuff lady's. ”

Avalon.

With Voldemort's thirst for legends, it's hard not to believe that he would give up a legend of this magnitude.

The meal was hastily eaten.

Most of the time Harry asked questions, Grindelwald replied, Dumbledore was unusually quiet, rarely spoke, and even when he did, he was discussing Voldemort with Harry.

"Where's my room?" As soon as the last glass of wine fell into his stomach, Harry immediately stood up and asked Grindelwald.

Grindelwald was slightly drunk, and he waved his hand: "Room? Newmont Gadrido is the room. ”

"Harry, you can take your pick, and with your Transfiguration Charm level, you can live wherever you want."

Harry sneered, "Mr. Grindelwald's hospitality, I really should learn it." ”

"It's not just the dinner that the guests have to prepare."

"Even the accommodation needs to be prepared by the guests?"

Grindelwald smiled: "No one will be a guest in the prison." ”

Harry didn't speak, getting up and leaving.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore were speechless.

The night passed.

The morning sun poured in through the windows.

Harry had deliberately chosen a room in Xiangyang, and the two bottles of brandy he had eaten last night had no effect on him. After washing, I walked out of the castle and began to exercise.

Newmengard was bigger than expected, almost half the size of Hogwarts, but it was only a prison.

It's hard to imagine how many enemies Grindelwald provoked when he was at his peak.

Wait for him to come back after his workout.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were still asleep in the living room, lying in their chairs without any figures, both draped in blankets and stained with each other's magical energy.

"Albus, get up." With a flick of Harry's wand, he conjured a rooster.

Dumbledore opened his eyes in a daze, "Fawkes, be quiet." ”

"So Fox can learn to crow?" Harry was a little surprised.

Dumbledore shook his head: "It sometimes has such an interest, and after being with Crook Mountain for a long time, it has been contaminated with some cat temperament." ”

"Fox is just a bird." Grindelwald stretched, "Are you going to leave now?" ”

Harry nodded, "We're here to be guests, not to prison." ”

"Even if you stay a few more days?" Grindelwald whispered, "The scenery around here is still very good. ”

"At least let Professor Dumbledore send me back." Harry shook his head, "I'm staying here, and you don't get along. ”

"When they talk here, they all keep their voices low, and they want to hide with a spell."

The two of them froze.

"Harry, did you hear that?" Dumbledore asked.

He knew that Harry had a keen senses, and that he had been deliberately keeping the volume in control when he had a night conversation with Grindelwald.

Harry shook his head, "No, no. ”

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and Grindelwald's face softened.

"I'm not interested in two men hugging their heads and crying about their sins." Harry spat out a sentence that made their faces, which had not yet had time to fully relax, tense again and so quickly that they almost made their facial muscles cramp.

"You still hear that?" Dumbledore's eyes widened.

Harry continued to shake his head, "No, I promise you. ”

"But what else can you two do in one night?"

The two men did not speak.

Grindelwald sighed, and he waved his hand.

The distance from the Great Hall to the Gate was not long, Grindelwald counted, a hundred and ninety-seven steps, he had never known Newmondard so specifically.

Send them out.

Dumbledore left with Harry's Apparition.

He took a deep breath, looked into the distance, raised his hand slightly, and grabbed there.

With a bang, the boulder on the hill not far away twisted and turned into a huge hand, grabbing several wizards and hanging them high.

With a snap, he disappeared into place and appeared in front of the wizards.

"Dumbledore came to me, and you were so upset?" Grindelwald raised his head and walked with his steps, one after the other, looking carefully, "Great Britain, Austria, Eremecan, France"

"Why, is the new meeting of the International Ministry of Magic going to be held in Newmengard?"

The Aurors struggled.

They were distracted and tried to speak, but their mouths were blocked and they couldn't get a word out.

"I hate it." He raised his hand slightly.

Rumble! The giant hand smashed down, the mountain shattered, the earth shook, and these people were stuffed into the stone floor.

He slowly crouched down, raised his hand, and pointed his index finger slightly on the eyebrows of the person closest to him.

"Perhaps, after more than 50 years, you have forgotten one fact."

"I'm the one who put myself in Newmengard, Dumbledore is the lock of the cage, and you don't even count as jailers."

"Only Dumbledore and myself are qualified to imprison me, to watch me, to detain me."

His voice was extremely gentle, and he gently lit the man's head in a rhythm of four or four beats: "You are not even qualified to be a jailer, and when you go back, repeat my words to your people, remember them in your heart, and if you can't remember them, copy them and hang them on the wall, and if you can't remember them, you will engrave them on your arms." ”

"Go back."

He snapped his fingers.

The giant hands dissipated, they grew from the ground, the dirt and gravel reset, and time went back as if nothing had happened here except for the injuries on those few people.

The Aurors frantically pulled out their wands.

They're going to do the apparition.

"Wait." Grindelwald remembered something and stretched out his hand.

The space around them froze, their spells failing, and they stood stunned, staring in horror at the legendary dark wizard who had been unstoppable, and even remained now.

"Tonight, bring me two bottles of brandy." Grindelwald commanded, "And a bottle of honey water." ”

"The kind that Dumbledore liked to drink."

"Also, every issue of the Daily Prophet and the Prophet will be sent to me."

"Got it?"

The Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic nodded frantically.

"Good." Grindelwald unleashed his handle and released the lock.

There was a snap, and the Aurors fled in panic.

Grindelwald also ended his brief stint and returned to Newmongaard, to the top of the towering, lonely tower, and sat on a tin single bed, looking into the distance.

The Ministry of Magic is very fast.

Within half an hour, a house-elf had brought in what Grindelwald had asked for—brandy, honey water, and today's Daily Prophet and Contradiction.

He conjured a cup and poured himself a glass of honey water.

The viscous slips off and layers are stacked in the cup.

Take a sip.

Grindelwald frowned: "Why is Albus's taste getting worse and worse now, and this kind of thing can be drunk?" ”

He refilled half a glass of brandy before he drank most of the honey.

Old Black House.

Scrimgeour sat nervously across from Dumbledore and Harry.

(End of chapter)