"Dumbledore?"

Sellers looked over, and a white shadow floated through the deep darkness.

Dumbledore stepped on the flames that were about to be extinguished, as if walking through the desolate wilderness, stepping on stubborn dead grass.

He first glanced at Grindelwald with low eyebrows, with worry and panic hidden in his eyes, and soon, he confirmed that Grindelwald was fine, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and raised his eyes to Cyrus.

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