Hogwarts Shippuden

1945, Europe, Alps.

Scattered raindrops fell from the sparse dark clouds in the night sky, hitting the constantly flowing river, splashing little ripples.

A full moon poked its head out from behind the sparse rain clouds in the night sky, covering the valley with a layer of white silver frost.

The rushing river kept washing the banks on both sides, a man stood firmly on the bank, the moonlight fell on his face, and the outline of his face was outlined shallowly or deeply.

Although he looks a bit vicissitudes because of his age, he still retains a bit of his handsomeness when he was young.

Because of the previous battle, his body has been covered with all kinds of scars, and even the original gorgeous wizard robe has lost a sleeve, and he is gasping for breath at this moment.

Opposite him, a man of his age was breathing loudly as well. In the dim moonlight, his blond hair was still as bright as the sun, and his strange-colored eyes shone with a strange light.

Both were equally embarrassed.

The eyes of Dumbledore and Grindelwald intertwined in the air, and they exchanged fiercely silently. After a while, they both raised their wands towards each other in unison.

They all knew that this would be their final blow to decide the outcome.

Two rays of light, one red and one blue, shot out from the tips of each other's rods. At the moment of collision, a spherical transparent air wave burst out from the interweaving point of the two rays, and the dust aroused immediately covered the entire building. valley.

After this earth-shattering shock had passed, the valley where the two of them were located had completely changed.

The surrounding mountain wall is full of shocking cracks, the rock is crumbling, and the gravel is constantly rolling from it.

Grindelwald was already unable to plunge his head into the river in front of him. Driven by the current, his body was slowly drifting away to the cliff at the end of the river.

An arm grabbed Grindelwald, who was about to fall off the cliff.

Dumbledore struggled to drag Grindelwald from the water to the bank of the river. For Dumbledore, who had just experienced a world-shattering decisive battle, Grindelwald's body was a little too heavy.

He struggled to move his old rival Grindelwald to the temporary safety of the river bank.

The defeated Grindelwald lay on the ground with a complicated expression, all kinds of past events flashed in his mind, but in the end all his thoughts turned into a hearty smile: "You won again, Albus ."

"That's it, Gale."

The exhausted Dumbledore leaned against the rock and slowly sat down beside Grindelwald, "We are close friends, I don't want to kill you, but this war must end, and if it continues, it will only endanger the magic world. future."

"I will spend the rest of my life in Nurmengard," Grindelwald said lightly.

"Gail..."

"But before that, the last thing..." Grindelwald put his trembling hands into his clothes and took out a small card with arrows drawn from his arms.

Dumbledore looked at the guide card that Grindelwald handed him with some doubts, not knowing what it meant.

Where does Grindelwald want him to go?

"This card has the address of a safe house where our son is," said Grindelwald with a narrow smile on his face. "Congratulations, you're going to be a mother."

In such a serious moment, Grindelwald has a rare display of his dark humor.

Dumbledore looked at the card in his hand with a black line, God was going to be a mother.

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to get angry, Grindelwald suppressed the smile on his face, "Okay, his mother is someone else, but part of your blood is flowing in his body, that's true."

Grindelwald patted Dumbledore on the shoulder, "I'll ask you to take good care of him in the future."

Dumbledore took a deep breath,

Trying to resist the urge to use the Elder Wand to give Grindelwald a shot of Avada, he didn't want his child to lose a father at a young age.

Then Dumbledore nodded slowly. "I'll take care of him. What are you going to name him?"

"Kyle. Kyle Grindelwald." After giving a name, the exhausted Grindelwald lay silently on the ground, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

This wizarding war provoked by Grindelwald, known as the "Dark Lord", swept the entire European continent. With Albus Dumbledore defeating Gellert Grindelwald, it finally fell. Prologue.

This valley where the two fought decisively was also known by later people as the Valley of the End.

Grindelwald, who was defeated by Dumbledore in the Valley of the End, was imprisoned in Nurmengard Castle.

...

A year later, a remote manor in Devon, England.

"Niko, about Kyle...Is there really no way?"

In the splendid living room of the manor, Dumbledore looked a little sad, looked at the old man with white beard and hair with a pleading look, and couldn't help asking again.

The old man called Nico took off the black-framed reading glasses on his face, "Dumbledore, you know, this child was born by magic, and his body has not yet been born with a complete soul."

"When Rozier gave birth to him, he failed to give birth to a soul, which has already shown..."

Nicole Lemay shook his head. His words were here, and the meaning was clear enough, and there was no need to continue.

Dumbledore understood what he meant, but he still didn't give up.

"What if you use the Philosopher's Stone?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Nicole Lemay's voice was low:

"Even the Philosopher's Stone is not omnipotent. After all, it involves the most profound soul level. So far, we have not been able to fully understand the mystery of the soul."

"Even the most proficient in black magic..."

Nicole LeMay's words suddenly stopped, trying to avoid mentioning Grindelwald's name in front of Dumbledore.

"He's also helpless about Kyle's situation."

Dumbledore lowered his eyes, a look of disappointment on his face, and this disappointment was soon covered by a layer of hope.

"What about the resurrection stone?"

Nicole LeMay leaned forward, "Dumbledore, you and I both know the legend about the Deathly Hallows. The Resurrection Stone can only summon the souls of the dead, not bring new life to a body..."

Dumbledore couldn't help sighing, and then sank his body completely into the soft sofa.

Could it be that his last promise to Grindelwald could not be fulfilled?

"I see." When hope was dashed again, Dumbledore's voice couldn't help but take on a hint of frustration.

Even the immense heat radiating from the roaring fireplace could not dispel the coldness in his heart.

His last hope was also dashed.

Dumbledore looked like he was ten years older, and those blue eyes that originally shone with blue light had lost their former brilliance, and they looked bleak and depressed.