Hogwarts Everything is Three

Seeing the old wizard whose teeth had been completely filled, the light of the magic lamp was beating on Grindelwald's white hair that was sparse due to age but also meticulously combed. From Dumbledore's perspective, it made the eyes. The wizard became younger, making him a little dizzy.

　　 Grindelwald leaned slightly, stretched out an arm slowly and gracefully, and raised his hand with his palms up. Grindelwald's eyes looked down at Dumbledore as if he didn't need to blink at all.

Dumbledore raised his left hand and rubbed his nose and sighed, then handed it to Grindelwald's palm-but unexpectedly Grindelwald did not take his hand but dodged quickly, and quickly He grabbed Dumbledore's right hand holding the wand, and then pulled Dumbledore staggered and pulled closer to himself.

Dumbledore's silver-white, waist-length hair dangled in front of him, and he stood in a daze. The blue eyes behind the crescent-shaped glasses looked at each other's eyes intently. The pale and old cheeks were now flushed. Grindelwald held Dumbledore’s wrist forcefully, pulled the white wizard’s healed right hand to the end of his nose, sniffed Dumbledore’s right hand vigorously, and from beginning to end, his eyes were Without leaving Dumbledore, this made the old man's complexion more ruddy.

"Sorbus tree...Wizards who hold magic wands made of this wood often have a clear mind and a pure heart. The sorbus tree wand can also exert defensive spells to the best extent, so it protects the owner. With great talent, other wands are inferior." Grindelwald's hand holding Dumbledore's wrist loosened. "If you remember correctly, your new wand is the same as your old wand?"

　　 Dumbledore's face was hot for a while, and he realized that he had misunderstood. The other party was just recognizing his new wand.

"The holder of the elderberry wand always seems to have a strong sense of identification with the wizard chosen by the rowan wand." Grindelwald's right eye with only a strange gray-white pupil blinked slightly, revealing a charming Smiling, "As the former owner of the old magic wand... I quite agree with this view, what do you think, Albus?"

"If it has been spread for a long time, it usually makes sense..." Dumbledore turned around a little annoyed to prevent the other person from looking at his expression, pretending to be calm and sitting on the chair facing the TV, grabbing Fox's beak A popcorn that I just pecked at, he threw it into his mouth and said vaguely, "I also used an elderberry wand."

"In addition, I didn't know you changed the soap... Cedar fused with citrus flavor... Sister Ogilvy soap..." Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth reclosed with a smirk. He leaned forward slightly, his nose seemed to be pointed. And Dumbledore's crooked nose came together, "I haven't smelled it in a few years."

　　 "Grigovich asked me to wash my hands before making me the magic wand selection material." Dumbledore frowned suddenly after he answered, "have not smelled it in a few years? Who else have you smelled?"

"Why? I'm jealous?" Grindelwald teased deliberately. He took out a 2.5-liter bottle of Coke from the cabinet and poured a glass of Dumbledore. "I recently provided me with this Muggle drink inexplicably. , But the taste should at least suit you better than beer and sauerkraut juice..."

"Gellert, I noticed that your new prison suit seems to be a size bigger than last time... it fits well." Dumbledore winked at Grindelwald playfully, and finally appeared to be back to normal and no longer affected by Green. Devo's emotional provocative influence, he replied unconvincingly.

After a while, using his fingers to cast a chilled Coke made Dumbledore’s expression more relaxed. He leaned back on the chair more and more freely, and soon the popcorn bucket reached the bottom. After a few more times, it was caused by the carbon dioxide in the drink. After his full hiccup was unscrupulously vented, Dumbledore seemed a lot easier than he was with Grigovich before.

"Then, Albus... Recently what has happened makes you very worried, and everyone else will only ask you for help to clarify your confusion... Grindelwald's right eye pupil shrank, and the repaired beard on the top of his lips also rose. Said Young, "A lot has happened at Hogwarts... Do you want to know what Alan Harris wants to do? "

"Gedler, don't use your abilities to look at me." Dumbledore habitually faced each other with his fingers and fingers, and his blue eyes flicked across Grindelwald. "There are so many things in Harris that remind me of you...so I I really want to hear your opinion. If you were him, what would be the purpose of doing these things?"

"Where do you think we look like?" The skin exposed under Grindelwald's neck showed an unnatural white color. He raised his chin, raised his brows and deliberately asked, "Skin? Hair color? Gender. ?"

"Stop kidding..." Although Dumbledore said so, he looked at Grindelwald from above the half-moon glasses and smiled, with a pleasant voice. "You really look alike, don't you? Both like to explore. Ancient magic, and they are all good at speech, good at grasping the hearts of others, seeing through their nature... can easily stir up other people's emotions, and can make good use of..."

"Then it should be that the three of us look alike..." Grindelwald said with a smile on his face, then put his smile away and said with a serious face, "but we are always just'like', essentially different individuals. So the things you want are different."

　　 Dumbledore nodded in agreement and asked, "Then what do you think he wants?"

　　 "Albus, what did we ever want to do?" Grindelwald did not answer directly.

"In order to break the "International Secrecy Act" and realize the rule of wizards over mortals... Gedler, I changed later, so we had a lot of disputes... You mean Ellen too?" Dumbledore's white beard shook his chest. Akira, his expression didn't seem surprising.

“It’s a practice for Harris TV to broadcast those Muggle-related programs and the illusion I created at the rally; the UK previously issued warnings to countries requiring compliance with secrecy laws, and then forced the African president to compromise...” Grindel Wo leaned towards Dumbledore and approached Dumbledore. His words revealed some of his youthful'wildness', "I don't have his patience, but I have to say that many countries are now under unsustainable secrecy laws. It’s been annoying, isn’t it? It’s a pity that I didn’t have an advanced magic device like a TV back then..."

"Fortunately not!" Dumbledore glared at his boyfriend in disapproval, drank a big sip of Coke and hiccuped a soda, "but I did consider this possibility... but today this floating city, don't you think you think Do you want to make wizards farther away from Muggles? Form a more closed world of wizards?

"That's why I said that the three of us are essentially different individuals, and we want different things..." Grindelwald shook his head, "Albus, you have noticed it yourself. In fact, you don't want to believe it is because of Harris. As the sun is rising, but you are like the sunset. You can’t control the other party or defeat him... I can understand, you are too tired and unwilling and unable to have greater disputes with him... Anyway, you think he treats Muggles. His attitude is much better than me? Anyway, he won’t squeeze the value of Muggles like me? But you are wrong, Albus. In my opinion, the breaking of the Confidentiality Act is only a small part of his thoughts... What you want to do may be more troublesome than you think..."

"Oh?" Dumbledore finally raised an eyebrow and was a little surprised. "My worst plan is that although the Ministry of Magic is controlled by Harris, the affairs of Scrimgeour and the goblin made him aware of the constraints... Out of such a floating city of his own... My worst plan is that he wants Hogwarts to break away from the nominal control of the British Ministry of Magic... But Gellert, your worries seem to be more than this?"

　　 "Who do you think the old magic wand is most likely to be in?" Grindelwald continued to answer with rhetorical questions.

　　 Dumbledore nodded and shook his head: "Do you think it is him too?... Maybe Tom will go astray, but we are not overly dependent on this foreign object..."

"Albus, don't forget, this little boy is pulling a big car behind..." Grindelwald reminded in a serious tone, "There is a goddess behind him, she is declaring that she is fighting against a **** of death... "

　　 While talking, Grindelwald waved his fingers in the air.

　　 "Old Wand." Grindelwald drew a vertical line in the air; "Resurrection Stone." He added a circle on the vertical line; "Invisible Cloak" he drew a triangle outside the vertical line and the circle.

"In the legend, the person who owns all the Deathly Hallows is the owner of the Reaper..." Dumbledore stared at the Deathly Hallows symbol floating in the air, "If they really do it for this noble purpose... I don't have any opinion on this. …Although I am personally puzzled whether the **** of death really exists...In fact, I think that Ms. Ravenclaw may only have powers that ordinary wizards don’t know..."

"I met you when I was young and invited you to find the Deathly Hallows with me... Where do you think I learned about the Deathly Hallows and use him as my personal mark?" Grindelwald threw it over again. A rhetorical question, before Dumbledore could answer, he pointed to the mark in the sky, "The one who induced me to know this mark and start looking for them is also the owner of our Eris Mirror, the goddess Eris..." Grindelwald Let his face get closer to Dumbledore’s face, "And the Deathly Hallows necklace on the boy’s chest is not because his grandfather admires me... I can tell, it’s not my mark... because I didn’t finish me. The promise, before I collected the three sacred objects, I was locked in here~www.ltnovel.com~ so I taught the boy how to use his hand as a compensation to the goddess behind him..." Grindelwald exhaled. Dumbledore’s face, "But recently, I also discovered that...well, I guessed this goddess. It seems that there is another identity-Rowena Ravenclaw, the founder of your former work school."

Dumbledore was shocked by the information implicit in his boyfriend's words. He felt that things exceeded all the possibilities he could think of before. It was like a big net behind it was manipulating chess pieces, manipulating what Dumbledore thought was. The player's actions are average.

"That Harris boy has gone much farther than I am... Albus, maybe you should observe his eyes more. You are very dissatisfied with me not taking Muggles seriously... But in his bones, even if he did this Good things to the wizards...but maybe you don’t take the wizards seriously..." Grindelwald said with satisfaction, seeing Dumbledore’s expression reacting, and he began to retract the sofa and give himself a sip Soda, "So you think you’re relaxed? You think you can relax? Your white wizard career is just on the road... But don’t expect me to help you deal with my successor... I just want more Remind you to pay attention to the real struggle between the "gods"... By the way, if I guess it's correct, the Potter's undead boy... the authentic invisibility cloak handed down by Peverier Lost it a long time ago?"

　　 "I didn't lose it...but I was in Harina well."

　　 "Huh?"

　　 "But Gedler, you are right. Although this kind of struggle between the gods is incomprehensible to mortals, it is not good for mortals besides danger..."