Père Lachaise Cemetery is engulfed in a sea of ​​fire. From the cracks in the ruins, you can see the fire dragons and phoenixes passing by outside. The dark blue flames are like waves rising from hell. They are wanton and crazy, just like round waves.

In the center of the square is the cheerful and public Grindelwald.

The leader, Cyril Marshall, and the pure-blood family wizards named by Grindelwald have all been reduced to ashes, and the remaining people are desperately resisting the attack of the magic flame.

The two people on the field who have the easiest time are Newt and Sean. Newt is the strongest and has experience in dealing with magic flames. As long as Grindelwald doesn't use his hands to deal with him with all his strength, the teacher of the Care of Magical Creatures class can still handle it with ease.

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Sean was protected by James and Sirius, and no one else could feel it. Sean, who also knew this spell, knew very well that Grindelwald had specifically controlled it, and the flames around them were beating crazily.

But the intensity of the attack was not strong.

This is considered a preferential treatment for James and Sirius, because Grindelwald knows that he is familiar with these two people, which greatly gives him face. If it were other wizards, even if they were also protecting Sean, Magic Flame would not

A trace of mercy, because - even if everything here is reduced to ashes, Grindelwald's magic flame fused with the Loyalty Curse will not harm Sean.

The two who had the most time to spare looked at the crack above their heads following Grindelwald's laughter.

An old man in milky white robes slowly revealed his figure. He waved his wand, mud blocks, stone pillars twisted and changed, and various shields protected him from the incoming flames.

"Professor Dumbledore..." Sean muttered to himself.

He guessed that Dumbledore would come, and he also felt that he should come. But for some reason, he always had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Dumbledore is here?" James, who cast the spell, heard Sean talking to himself. He turned around and saw an excited look on his face.

"If you don't come, we will really burn to death here - do you think you can become a ghost after being burned to ashes?" Sirius was still talking.

Grindelwald ignored everyone else in the field. He looked up at each other happily, with happiness in his voice.

"Oh, Albus, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Dumbledore slowly landed under the shield, his eyes filled with sadness that Sean couldn't understand: "Gellert..."

"No, don't talk yet," Grindelwald waved his hand happily, "Let me guess, do you want to persuade me to stop?"

"Gellert..." Dumbledore repeated the other person's name.

"Tsk, let me think about it," Grindelwald said with a distressed look, "It would definitely be unrealistic for you to cooperate with me. We are both stubborn and annoying old guys - oh, oh, do you want to

Take your people back?"

"Gellert." Dumbledore's tone became more serious.

Grindelwald didn't look at the other person's face. He seemed to be talking to himself: "To be frank, that weirdo who plays well with magical beasts - well, now it's the old man who blames me. Mr. Mr. Blame the Old Man for letting me not

I'm so happy. I originally planned to apologize to you at his funeral, but now that you're here, I think our friendship is even more precious. Well, you can keep your condolences."

Dumbledore looked directly at the other person.

Grindelwald still smiled: "Let's go, I'll give you this face."

"Gellert."

"Let's go," Grindelwald's smile gradually disappeared, "I'll give you this—opportunity."

"Gellert!"

The cheerful and arrogant smile on Grindelwald's face no longer disappeared, he was as calm and indifferent as a lake on a moonlit night.

"Albus," he said slowly, "my name is Gellert Grindelwald. I have spent more than a hundred years since I was born. I have killed and saved people, but I have never

I don’t feel like I’ll be sorry to anyone—except you.”

Dumbledore said nothing, his face showing slight pain.

"I thought that you and I, the two most outstanding geniuses in the world, could work together to create a new world, but fate never changes according to human will. We parted ways and used our own way to fulfill the promise we made when we were young.

, but loneliness always makes people feel lonely, right? Fortunately, the trajectory of the world has changed, and we are back together again - tsk, how exciting."

"Stop talking," Dumbledore said.

Grindelwald did not stop: "I don't care if you send our little Newt to testify against me, and I don't care if you ignore the plan behind this bullshit guard. But I don't understand, why did you come to see me today?

"

Dumbledore couldn't bear to close his eyes: "Gellert, let's take it easy."

Sean felt like he had fallen into an ice cave.

Did Dumbledore know all this? Not only did he know, he even helped?

Sean looked at the two old men in the center in disbelief. He never understood why the Wizards United Guards dared to attack Grindelwald. Even if the years have worn away the nightmares in some people's hearts and made some idiots arrogant, but

There cannot be a single smart person behind such a large organization.

Now the answer is obvious. They have always had a back-up, and they have the only wizard in the world who can compete with Grindelwald.

Why did Dumbledore do this? Sean couldn't understand it at all.

Grindelwald was voluntarily bound by his identity as headmaster. He even provided decades of outstanding talents to the wizarding world, forcing the other party to be on the opposite side of himself and even the world. For him, for Sean, for the students of the two schools, for

What good is the whole wizarding world?

He suddenly thought of the scene when Dumbledore came here, he was fighting against the magic flame... He was fighting against the magic flame...

Sean suddenly remembered that except for the first time they met, Grindelwald never wore that strange-looking lapel pin, which was the token of the blood alliance!

I didn't see it after that. Sean originally thought it was Grindelwald's baby, which he wouldn't normally wear. But now that he thinks about it, maybe the Blood Pact is no longer in Grindelwald's hands after that.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore: "Give me a good reason, Albus."

Dumbledore's eyelids were slightly raised, covering the lake water hidden in his blue eyes.

"This is the price."

Grindelwald chuckled disdainfully: "The price? As expected of Albus Dumbledore, who dared to sacrifice, such harsh words became more beautiful when spoken from such a kind mouth by you."

"The crimes you have committed cannot be covered up."

"Oh? It seems you were the guarantee for me back then?"

"So I will also accept the sanctions."

Grindelwald became surprisingly angry. He waved the wand in his hand violently, and the raging magic flame became even more crazy.

"You have been smart all your life, but you are always stupid at this moment! Albus! Do you think I don't know? You got on the line with those guys, and I didn't care. I thought your smart brain could figure it all out!

"

"Gellert, you don't understand." Dumbledore lowered his head.

"Yes, I don't understand. It is precisely because I don't understand that I handed over the blood pact. I gave the choice to you, Albus - let me tell me, since I have chosen to give it to you, then I will not

I blame you for your decision, but I have to say something."

Grindelwald's voice was cold.

"I'm disappointed, very disappointed."

"Of course." Dumbledore had no intention of retorting.

"Is it your betrayal?" Grindelwald stepped closer, "No, no, it's your stupidity. You chose to believe in those people who are neither human nor ghosts. Do you think you are saving the world?"

Dumbledore was silent.

Grindelwald pointed at Sean: "Look! Look at that kid! Is he the key?! Is he doing well enough now?! Is he moving forward according to your ideas?! But in the end, it was you in the beginning

Stop me from detonating this bomb, but you keep thinking he is a bomb."

"How can a bomb destroy the fuse spreading out of your body? Albus, that's what you've always thought."

Sean's chest rose and fell slightly, and he slowly exhaled to calm down his agitated mood.

Bomb...I am indeed a bomb...but did Professor Dumbledore always think that I was a bomb?

He got some information from the conversation between the two.

Sean always thought that he was the key to the prophecy, and it was true. But Dumbledore's attitude was not what he imagined...

Sean always felt that Dumbledore and Grindelwald were guiding him to grow up in their own ways so that he, the bomb, could control himself.

But now it seems that Dumbledore does not seem to think so... Yes, the bomb is a bomb after all, and the inside is still gunpowder. How to guide it? It does not require external intervention...

That external force is probably the group of people that Grindelwald calls neither humans nor ghosts.

Even though Sean tried to calm down and kept telling himself that the truth of all this had not yet been revealed, there might be some misunderstanding between Grindelwald and Dumbledore, and he could not draw a conclusion based on just the few words in front of him.

But uncontrollably, a feeling of sadness still came up.

Dumbledore did not look at Sean, he just looked at Grindelwald calmly and sadly: "I have never thought of it that way."

Grindelwald raised his chin slightly, let himself float, and then looked down at Dumbledore: "It's just self-deception, Albus, I can even guess what you are thinking, 'a perfect solution' and 'another plan'" 'I want to keep a backup plan' and 'I want to be prepared for accidents', you always think like this, using the greatest and most cowardly part of your character to deceive yourself."

As he said this, he laughed as if he was mocking himself: "It's such a tiring life."

Dumbledore slowly raised his wand: "Gellert, if I can, I will sacrifice for you without hesitation, but..."

Grindelwald interrupted him rudely: "Come on, tell me what I, an old man who has stepped into the grave with one foot, got in exchange for it? I am not happy to use myself to do a loss-making business."

Dumbledore did not answer directly, but said softly: "You will not be harmed, and you will not be sent to Azkaban."

Grindelwald showed an inexplicable smile: "Albus, do you think there can be a prison to trap me? And, before that -"
To be continued...