"However, you are the only wizard who can match him, and I want you to fight against him."

Didn't you say that the goal was the same?

All right!

You go deal with Grindelwald, let me see if you're what you seem!"

Travers stared at Dumbledore, and the Aurors stared at him.

Under the gaze of many people, Dumbledore slowly shook his head, "I can't."

Travers was going to laugh.

You said you did everything to deal with Grindelwald, and you asked you to come out and pay him, and you won't?

Then you tell me, these forces are not used for rebellion?

Are you so arrogant that you don't even want to prove yourself, and you want me to humble your faith?

Travers waved his wand expressionlessly.

Teenage Dumbledore and teenage Grindelwald dynamic photos appear.

The Aurors, including Theseus, were amazed.

The two men stared at each other in the picture, and Travers said, "You used to be like brothers to Grindelwald."

Dumbledore looked at the image and said in a voice that concealed regret and memories, "We are more than brothers."

It was a painful memory, like honey, with a bitter sweetness.

When he saw the photo, he thought of his sister, and his heart was full of remorse.

But worse still, he misses, he misses the only time in his life that he felt fully understood.

Travers gritted his teeth and said, "Are you willing to fight him?"

This is an ultimatum.

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with pain, and he said his answer, "I can't."

Travers was already disappointed in the wizard, "So, you've chosen which side to side with."

With a wave of his wand, a metal bracelet appeared on Dumbledore's wrist.

This is the warning ring, and from now on, every magic of Dumbledore will be known to the Ministry of Magic.

At the same time, the number of people spying on him will be doubled.

He left angrily.

Theseus was still thinking about how his former teacher and Grindelwald were closer than his brothers.

He was stopped, it was Dumbledore.

"If Grindelwald summons ***, don't obstruct it." Dumbledore said sincerely, "Don't let Travers send you, if you still trust me."

Traverse: "Theseus!" Is it that others take people for fools if they don't speak?

As soon as I went out, you co-opted my subordinates, isn't it too bullying?

Theseus has a complicated expression, can you tell me, what relationship can be closer than a brother?

Theseus, who is a brother-in-law and a hugging maniac, said that he did not understand that there was anything better in the world than a brother.

...

Rita also came to Hogwarts, but she wasn't with the others.

Instead, he came to the corridor full of memories of his student days.

Pausing in front of the door of the auditorium, she looked up at the floating candles.

It doesn't matter how long it takes to stay here.

Continuing to walk, she came to the former classroom.

She was once ostracized in this school, and the girls said bad things about her, and the teachers were more distrustful of her rumors.

Something about Lestrange became a lever for her attack.

It was only Newt who gave her some good memories in this school.

Slytherin's little snake meets a loving badger.

Sitting at her old desk, her thoughts were pulled back.

"Hello, Rita." Dumbledore showed up at some point, "What a surprise."

Rita was very indifferent to his arrival, saying, "Because you saw me in the classroom? Am I such a bad student?"

Dumbledore smiled, "On the contrary, you are my smartest student."

"I mean bad, not stupid." Rita stood up and laughed to herself, "Don't bother thinking about the answer, you didn't like me.

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"You're wrong," Dumbledore said with a frown, "I never thought you were bad."

"Then you're different." Rita was noncommittal, "Everyone thinks I'm bad, they're right, I'm evil."

Dumbledore looked at his former student and said, "I know that the rumors of your brother Ecovacs are painful for you."

"No, you don't understand." Rita remained aloof, but with a mockery of caring for others, "Unless your brother is dead too."

Aberforth: Listen to me, thank you.

Dumbledore paused slightly, "My sister died."

Rita glared at him in surprise.

Both are hostile to each other, and at the same time curious about each other's experiences.

Rita's voice was less cold, "Do you love her?"

Dumbledore heard this, his expression filled with remorse and pain.

He took a deep breath and walked towards Rita.

"I regret that I didn't love enough."

Looking into those eyes, Dumbledore said, "It's never too late to let go, confession is a relief, it's a relief."

Rita didn't let go of his words, only one defense.

"I've been with regret all my life, don't let it hurt you." Dumbledore persuaded patiently.

Rita didn't say anything and left the place.

Dumbledore stared at the old table, still speechless.

...

Toward evening, John was running errands at the post office.

"Sir, I need to double-check."

The messenger's eyes widened: "These three letters are going to be sent in 1997?"

Sending a letter after 70 years?

The post office had never received such an outrageous commission.

John placed a gold coin on the counter.

Courier: "It's not about money."

The second.

Messenger: "Well, I need to remind you that no one has ever been so crazy."

The third.

Courier: "No, don't force me."

Fourth.

Messenger: "I ......"

Fifth.

Courier: "I need to talk to the post office."

Sixth.

Courier: "I'll arrange it for you right away."

John put a bag down, and the messenger opened it tremblingly.

There were gold and diamonds inside, and he couldn't open his eyes.

The messenger said with a serious face, "I'm going to tattoo the date on my body, even if it's dead, I'll send it over!"

At this moment, the messenger's face was filled with a sense of sacredness.

John nodded in satisfaction and motioned for the messenger to come over.

He whispered, "Remember, be sure to send it over, if you lose it, the money will be used to buy your head."

The messenger shook his body and smiled awkwardly, "It's funny, sir."

"Do you think I'll be kidding you if I can come up with the money?"

John looked at him with a smirk and let the messenger swallow hard.

He secretly swore in his heart that even if his leg was broken, he would send the letter over.

Taking out a sealed box, the messenger solemnly placed the three letters inside.

Place the box on the tallest cabinet in the post office as a reminder to yourself.

John nodded in satisfaction.

He didn't have to worry that the messenger wouldn't remember, because he had already cast a spell on the post office.

And the same goes for the bag of jewelry.

If the time is up, the letter will not be delivered, and they will all finish playing.

Don't say that John is vicious, he wants to make sure that nothing goes wrong and give him enough leverage.

Those who do not keep their word will not be sorry to die.

Walking out of the post office, he saw the black curtains fluttering in Paris.

"Grindelwald." John whispered

Mumble.

John, who had done everything, walked towards the safe house.

When he got under the house, he stopped.

Looking up, Credence and Nagini were standing on the rooftop.

They were confronted by another person.

Grindelwald.

...

"What do you want?" Clydons growled warily.

"What do you want? Nothing." Grindelwald sat on the roof, not even taking out his wand, "But can I give it to you?" Everything I didn't have."

He looked at Credence, "But what do you want, my child?"

Credence was drawn by his words and said, "I want to know who I am."

Seeing Credence take the bait, Grindelwald smiled and pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

The parchment flew from his hand to Credens.

"From this you can find evidence of your identity."

"Come to the Père Lachaise cemetery tonight and you will find out the truth." Grindelwald didn't have to be afraid that he wouldn't come, he bowed, and the apparition vanished.

Credence stayed put, clutching a map of the Père Lachaise cemetery.

He wasn't sure if he should go.

"Looks like you've found a clue."

John's voice rang out from behind.

Credence looked back in surprise and asked, "What should I do?"

John walked on the roof, glanced casually at the map, and said; "According to your heart, Credence."

"Do you want to come with us?" Credence looked at John expectantly.

"No, I'm here to say goodbye."

John shook his head and said, "It's time for me to leave, Credence."

He nodded slightly at the two of them and said, "I hope you can do what you want, this time I need to be away longer."

"Wait, no!" Credence shouted in reserve.

John vanished.

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