When Alan crossed the cage next door and saw him, he stood straight in the middle of the cage, the light of the magic lamp beating on his body, but he didn't move. The tailor-made prison uniform on his body made him look well-dressed. If Alan hadn't known that he hadn't informed Grindelwald himself in advance, he would have thought that Grindelwald was waiting here to greet him.

The little exposed skin under the prison uniform took on an unnatural white, and under the white hair, which had been sparse by age but also meticulously combed, there was a shallow smile on his face, as if it were a habit. Under the shiny forehead, a pair of strange eyes kept staring at Alan as if they didn't need to blink at all, his pupils were completely different, the one on the right was a strange gray-white pupil.

Although he seemed to be healthy now, Alan could tell that the face was once full of traces of being disturbed by sorrow, and that his complexion had only recovered in a short period of time.

"Good afternoon. Grindelwald was the first to greet Alan with his characteristic elegance.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Grindelwald, I'm Alan Harris. Alan introduced himself as he stood still in front of him.

"You're Owen Harris's son, aren't you?" Grindelwald barely moved except for the corner of his mouth raised, just smiling and standing face to face with Allen.

"Yes, I'm his youngest son," Alan added after nodding.

Grindelwald kept a smiling expression, but his eyes still didn't blink once, and he looked at Alan with a scrutinizing gaze: "Can you see your proof?"

"Of course. Alan was not surprised, and took out his wallet and took out a necklace with the symbol of the Death Hallows that his father had given him before leaving, which was also the personal mark of Grindelwald.

Grindelwald said apologetically, "Please come closer."

Alan took a few steps forward holding the necklace.

"Come closer. Grindelwald also took a few slow steps forward, staring at Alan for a moment before turning his gaze to the necklace.

When he raised his head again, his right eye blinked slightly, revealing a charming smile: "It's true, but Owen sent a student to meet me?"

"Actually, I asked to come and see you, and I am also the heir of the Harris family. Alan looked at him with a smile in return.

"You may be seated. Grindelwald pointed to the chair behind Allen with his chin.

"There's a chair at your desk too, and I don't think I've been rude enough to sit down and have an old man stand and talk to me. Alan gestured to the armchair in front of the table in Grindelwald's cell. He didn't sit down first, otherwise he would be looking up at Grindelwald and the other person looking down at him, "Also, the sketch of the central square on your wall is pretty good, did you draw it yourself?"

"I beg your pardon. With that, Grindelwald didn't use his wand but waved his hand to move the chair behind him, and then sat down with Allen, and the two looked at each other face to face again, "So you are so familiar with the city of Nuremberg?"

"Actually, I just came from there, and all these details are from your memories?" Alan continued to chat with him lightly.

Grindelwald smiled and nodded, but his voice became a little melancholy.

"Alan, all I have is memories and the smell of the outside world coming from this small window," he pointed to the narrow window behind him, "Owen, this kid doesn't really want to invite me out, but at least he still misses the old feelings, and these furniture items that I got after helping him last year have improved my quality of life a lot." ”

Just as Alan was about to say something, Grindelwald raised his hand to interrupt him, then looked up and sniffed intently, closed his eyes for a while and opened his mouth again: "Sister O'Givie Soap, it seems that you have a girlfriend with good taste, and your necklace was also given to you by her?" sniffed vigorously again, he looked down at Alan and smiled a little mischievously, "The only drawback in the central square is that there is too much pigeon." ”

"Uh......" Alan shifted around his seat, avoiding Grindelwald's gaze and deliberately using his wand to clean up his boots, removing the pigeon droppings that he hadn't noticed when he was also on his boots, "I'm sorry, Mr. Grindelwald." ”

Grindelwald's smile softened as he shook his head: "No, no, no, Alan, you're doing a great job, you're polite, and you're very patient. Although only cleaned up, wandless spellcasting is a technique that only a handful of good wizards can use. He paused again and winked at Alan: "Call me Gellert, then, Alan, you came to see me today for ......"

Seeing that the atmosphere was finally getting better and easing, Alan told Grindelwald about Voldemort's return and the fact that he had the fragments of the modified Nemesis Doppelganger Mirror that could be replicated and projected for combat practice.

"Alan, you're very dishonest, although I haven't been lucky enough to get the Mortal Enemy Doppelganger Mirror, but I think if you want to copy my projection, you don't need to talk nonsense with an old man like me, you just need to take it out and take a picture of me for a while. So, Alan, you're here to see me today for ......" Grindelwald asked the same question again.

"That's exactly what I'm here to see you for," Alan paused, then continued, "Actually, I'd like to learn some of your own spells and lore from you, so I thought it would be better to have your permission to use the mirror." ”

Grindelwald didn't reply directly: "So Ellen, you're a Ravenclaw, and why are you so desperate to improve your strength? Didn't you tell me that Dumbledore wasn't defeated by the resurrected Tom Riddle?"

"He believed in a prophecy too much, and besides, even after all these years, he still haunted Miss Ariana Dumbledore, and I even suspect that if it weren't for so many responsibilities entangled in him, he would have wanted to ...... a long time ago" Alan asked Grindelwald before he could react to what had happened to the three of them, "Do you know which of the three of you cast the spell that hit Miss Ariana Dumbledore by mistake back then?" But you never told him the truth out of protection, and you didn't harass Britain when you were doing "reforms" in Europe. And apart from his relationship with the Blood Alliance, he hasn't personally come to stop you for a long time, and he hasn't dared to explore, he's afraid that you will tell him the truth?"

The smile on Grindelwald's face finally disappeared: "Although I don't know how you knew so clearly about the accident back then, what is the purpose of wanting to defeat him personally? Replace Dumbledore as the next greatest White Wizard? Owen asked me for so many people, it seems that you will not be small in the future, or do you want to become a new generation of Dark Lord?"

"Mr. Gatler, I'm not Dumbledore, and I'm not Lord Voldemort, and this precious knowledge shouldn't be gone. Alan didn't answer Grindelwald's question directly, and tilted his head: "It is said that your right eye will change color when you activate the prophecy ability, what do you think I am for?"

"What's the necklace around your neck?" Grindelwald gestured to the necklace around Ellen's neck, who was a little embarrassed, he didn't want Grindelwald to mistake himself for his die-hard admirer, but eventually pulled out the necklace with the Deathly Hallows emblem.

Grindelwald stared at the personal symbol that also belonged to him in silence, and after a long moment he reopened his mouth: "Take out your nemesis doppelganger mirror, and you have tools like the meditation basin ready, right?"