Voldemort raised his hand in anger.

The hoarfrost tore through the ceiling of the abandoned castle, piercing through and hitting every point of support.

Boom -

In the midst of the wind and snow.

The building, which had been built by Grindelwald to imprison his enemies, but eventually became his own, collapsed after more than 60 years of life, and was buried in this almost untouched mountain along with heavy snow and strong winds.

He couldn't destroy Grindelwald, so he could only use this castle to vent his anger.

Where's the Elder Wand?

Voldemort flew up, staring at the ruins beneath his feet.

It was a cunning old fellow, and perhaps he expected himself to destroy Newmondgard.

If so, there is nothing safer than hiding the Elder Wand in the rubble that has been destroyed by itself.

He flew back to the ship.

Let the Hunt Knights search the ruins.

In the distance, on the mountain, a group of Auror phantasms departed.

Voldemort noticed, smiled contemptuously, and did not hinder.

Go ahead! Run!

Return to yourself once again, and defeat the dark wizards who have ravaged all of Europe and America, and spread the news of the destruction of Newmondard.

Now except for Potter and Dumbledore teaming up, he is not afraid of anyone.

Fear will be your best food.

He sat in the bow of the ship, watching the knights move, pondering a question.

Where will Grindelwald go?

Once, like himself, he had countless followers and followers behind him.

Can. Human beings are very realistic creatures, and once they lose power, those who once followed them will immediately abandon them.

Voldemort knew this best.

He has only lost power for more than ten years, and the only people who are really willing to stay by his side are Bellatrix, Severus, and his dearest son.

And Grindelwald has been failing for more than fifty years.

He is in the outside world, and does he still have supporters who love him?

Where else could he escape?

As Voldemort pondered, the Portkey tugged at Grindelwald's body, rolling him to the ground.

Falling in a heavy snowfall.

Grindelwald looked up at the starry sky, surrounded by closed-door shops, and beyond, the castle dotted behind a dense forest.

Hogsmeuld had a lot of snow, too.

He raised his hand.

Uttering the incantation in a brisk tone: "Call the Gods to Guard", a silver phoenix flew out of his fingertips, flapped its wings, and flew towards the castle.

In the principal's office.

They are still arguing.

Snape scolded fiercely, emptying out all the words he had used, or not, and Yennefer grabbed Ciri's hand and asked her what had happened to her, while Geralt listened quietly.

Dumbledore shook his head, still adamant of his opinion.

Suddenly, a silver light flew in through the window.

It landed beside Fawkes, quiet, and said nothing.

Dumbledore immediately got up, flicked his wand, snapped, and vanished.

Snape was stunned.

"What's going on again?" Geralt looked at the silver phoenix, his brow furrowed slightly.

Harry shook his head, "Who else but Albus can have a phoenix as their patronus?" ”

He also stood up, pushed open the window, and called out, "Hat." ”

Phew-

A motorcycle flew in, floating in the air, and came to a safe stop at the window: "Hey, Harry! ”

"Take me to Hogsmeade." Harry whispered.

Hermione immediately got up and walked behind Harry.

Snape stood up.

Geralt probed and asked again, "Won't it be any trouble?" ”

Harry shook his head and got on his motorcycle, "Of course not, two long-lost old lovers meet." ”

"Stay with Ciri."

Geralt reassured.

Yennefer didn't even raise her head, as long as it wasn't a wild hunt or that Voldemort came to capture Ciri, she didn't care much about anything else.

Harry and Hermione flew out on their motorcycles.

Snape jumped out of the window and flew over. He also had the magic of flight, but not as well as Voldemort.

Hogsmeade, the most important street.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood opposite each other, silent, less than ten paces between them.

In their eyes, they all looked like each other when they were twenty years old.

But at this moment, they are all over a hundred years old.

The motorcycle fell and stopped beside the two of them.

There was no hatred, no joy at reunion, no sigh from lovers.

The Sorting Hat flashed its headlights and looked at the two of them, not daring to speak.

Hermione sat in the car, staring at the two of them.

Harry's tone was calm: "Mr. Grindelwald, it's hard to imagine that you would escape from prison and take the initiative to escape under Albus's nose. ”

His voice shattered the silence.

Grindelwald turned to look at him and smiled, "Harry, I'm not an escape, with your wisdom you should be able to guess why I'm here." ”

Harry nodded, sneering, "Beaten by Voldemort?" Had to flee here? ”

Grindelwald nodded, smiling more contentedly: "Yes, Harry, Voldemort is too powerful now. ”

"I'm not his opponent, although I should have died more than eighty years ago, but I have lived for more than eighty years, and there are so many regrets, if I die like that, it would be too wronged."

"Fortunately, my ability to save my life has not weakened."

"I can only pity Baba and find Dumbledore who can fight Voldemort and protect me."

Harry added, "And Mr. Potter. ”

Grindelwald burst out laughing, and he was happy.

Hermione tilted her head and patted the motorcycle gently, a little relieved.

Dumbledore cared about many things, but Grindelwald never cared about anything, and if they wanted to be reunited, no one could stop them.

But they haven't seen each other for decades.

It is necessary to have a reason that can break the mustard in their hearts and make them meet with confidence.

That's the best reason for that.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with a complicated expression.

He knows very well that his former lover is a person who is unwilling to bow his head, and he has a glimpse of the future of wizards, and he must go against the trend of the times, even if he is misunderstood as a powerful dark wizard, he must draw his wand and recite a spell against the tide of fate.

But now, he left all his dignity behind in order to stand in front of him.

"Gellert." Dumbledore whispered his name.

His lips quirmed, and he wanted to say something.

Harry clapped his hands: "It's cold here, why don't you find a bar and sit down?" ”

He looked up into the distance, and the door of the three brooms was open, and the light was cast inside, and there was a lady in the door who poked her head out, looking curiously.

"The three brooms didn't open the door." His face was not red and his heart was not beating, "Looks like we have to go to the pig's head bar." ”

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were silent.

(End of chapter)