The Periodic Table of Words and Spirits at Hogwarts

"Are you going to frame me with the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Dumbledore"?

After confirming again and again that he was not dazzled when he saw the signed name, Zhang Qi raised his head.

"Although it is indeed an efficient way to maintain safety by deducing others with the worst possible, I still hope that my students can become a little brighter in their hearts."

After hearing this, Dumbledore scratched his beard in embarrassment, and then continued:

"I think you should know who this is?"

"Gellert Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord in Europe, a lunatic with both temperament and ideals, is now imprisoned in Nurmengard Castle in Austria."

Zhang Qi paused, then frowned and asked:

"You still keep in touch with him"?

"Old friend, even if he is still serving his sentence in prison, it is normal to have some daily correspondence."

Dumbledore stared at the westward sun, wondering what he was thinking.

"But he's old now, and even if he is released, he won't be able to cause disaster like before, so the jurisdiction is naturally a lot looser now."

"Not to mention that it's your own people who are on duty this year, and your grandfather had some exchanges with Gellert back then, and your grandmother back then"...

"Please don't mention my grandmother. It was the pain of her life to be rejected when she was young, and even when she was dying before her death, her grandmother still called out that person's name in hallucinations."

"But, it made me hate him even more."

Zhang Qi said coldly.

"The things of the older generation should not be left in the hearts of young people, and the old people were once young after all, so let the things of the past rust with time."

Dumbledore also sighed.

Anyone with discernment back then could see Vader's intentions for Grindelwald, but few people knew that it was impossible.

Because Grindelwald had already made a promise with someone.

A promise that crosses the bloodline.

The two pendants are still carefully kept in an exquisite box, and Dumbledore will gently wipe them with a clean handkerchief when he is free.

Only Dumbledore himself understood the pain of that year.

When pointing the tip of his green wand at his lover, Dumbledore was quite sure that he didn't even have the guts to do it.

If Grindelwald fought back then, history would be completely rewritten.

But he didn't.

After realizing that he had made a blunder, Grindelwald threw away his wand and sat there with his head down, wondering what he was thinking.

The swarming International Auror team immediately tortured and arrested him, and then formed the International Wizarding Tribunal for trial.

In the end, Grindelwald was sentenced to life in prison, spending the rest of his life on the frigid Nurmengard Tower.

And Dumbledore also gave up the power that was at his fingertips and turned to teaching at Hogwarts with peace of mind.

Because at that time, he knew that the magic world had a root problem.

The discrimination of wizards against ordinary people and the fear of ordinary people towards the special abilities of wizards will eventually lead to a war.

And the only thing he can do is to tell those children what kindness is and what love is.

If everyone in this world knows what kindness is and how to be kind, then all disputes will naturally disappear.

Dumbledore actually knew in his heart that this kind of utopian fantasy was impossible.

But that didn't stop him from doing his best.

After all, a Divine friend of Grindelwald once discussed this with Dumbledore, and the man said this at the time:

"Look at us, we did everything you thought we couldn't do at the time."

After that conversation, although the two never met formally, Dumbledore worked hard for this sentence for nearly 50 years.

Because he also believes that as long as he insists on doing it, the impossible will eventually become possible.

"Can you ensure the confidentiality of this meeting"?

Zhang Qi sat there thinking for a long time and asked abruptly.

"Of course I can, I've been there several times, and no one has found me."

Dumbledore nodded with certainty.

"I remember that when you sent me the admission letter, you also told me that it was safe here, but it seems that the truth is not in line with it"...

Zhang Qi's face twitched involuntarily.

"I assure you, child, this is really an accident, and you can definitely enjoy life at school this year."

Dumbledore said very solemnly.

"I, I borrow you auspicious words"...

Zhang Qi wanted to punch the old man in his heart at this time, but he finally held back.

"So when are we going to leave?"

Zhang Qiping calmed down and asked.

"How about now? You can come back just in the evening."

Dumbledore glanced at it, the afternoon was already a bit like the sun set in the west, and he nodded confidently.

"Then it's better to be respectful than to obey orders. In other words, where are we going?"

"Oh, it's an amazing way. I've always felt that this way of traveling is actually quite comfortable."

Dumbledore said with a smile, then reached out and patted Zhang Qi on the shoulder.

"Fox".

"Peng"!

With the sound of an explosion, the two of them instantly distorted and disappeared into a mass of golden-red flames~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Only a cloud of heat was left in place.

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"This stuff is delicious."

On the top floor of Nurmengard, Grindelwald was sitting quietly at his small desk reading a newspaper, with a teacup and a pastry tray in front of him.

Pushing the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, Grindelwald put another piece of scallion cake into his mouth, chewing carefully while flipping through the newspaper in his hand.

"Warmly Celebrating Happy International Children's Day".

This is the news section.

"The first round of heavy rainfall will usher in the next three days today and tomorrow"...

This should be the weather forecast section for Muggles, but it seems to be similar to my own calculation.

Grindelwald flipped through the newspapers that the guards brought from China, even though these newspapers were delivered with the rations every week, usually in the evening for a week, and they were printed in the most difficult Chinese in the world.

But Grindelwald was still very happy, because life here is very boring.

"Shenzhou announced the launch of the first aircraft carrier for sea trials and will soon be delivered to the Navy for training."

Grindelwald turned to the last page of the newspaper, and the news took up a large section.

"Hoo"!

Just when he pushed another pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose, he was going to watch this news carefully.

Grindelwald's slightly dull ears compared to his youth heard the sound of flames burning from behind him.

"Dumbledore"?

Grindelwald turned his head in surprise, only to find that his old lover was not the only one who had come.

That young and somewhat immature face gradually overlapped with someone in his mind.

Grindelwald nodded suddenly.

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