Chapter 1170： ? It doesn't make much sense anymore

The Wizarding Prison of Newmontgard is different from the holiness and warmth left behind by the sun after being teleported to the floating city. This cold and dark prison has been cold and gloomy for a long time.

The topmost layer of the prison originally built by Gellert Grindelwald to detain opponents when Gellert Grindelwald was in power, in the middle cell of the prison, there is a warmth that does not match that of the prison, and bright candles hop happily on the wall.

Dumbledore wore a luxurious dark green robe with many stars and moons embroidered on it. He sat on a large and comfortable sofa chair, leaning forward, with his elbows on his knees, and his wand was swinging. Putting him beside him, he was watching the Magic TV that was broadcasting live in front of him. Although Harris TV had been banned here, it was as if the German Ministry of Magic could not control the pure-blood families. Obviously, the prison where his builders were held was also considered an extra-legal place.

"Haha, this bad boy... Hess's plan was completely lost." Grindelwald looked at the faces of the wizards on the ground with a mocking smile, "Teleported directly on the border to the destination... this time. They did not violate the rules, but the guards who gathered the national power in Germany ran away in front of everyone..."

"Harris made Hogwarts strong and great..." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "but I hope that this will not take away the compassion and conscience of the wizards... Have you noticed the attitude of the French wizards? Recently, the atmosphere in the British magical world is very bad, and some arrogant and aggressive emotions are sprouting among people."

"That's not you and I'm arrogant, Albus, this is not something you should care about..." Gellert Grindelwald sat upright beside him, slightly blessed, still carrying a breath of abstinence. "But having said that, Ravenclaw may be a true goddess, but it seems a bit sloppy? He didn't wash his hands before the show... This little detail makes the sense of sacredness that they deliberately created greatly compromised... Those wizards look like they have been used collective Imperius..."

"Gellert, the focus of your attention makes people laugh... If I see it well, the stain should be the pudding made by the elves in the Hogwarts kitchen..." Dumbledore wrinkled his nose and squinted his eyes. , Replied in a weird tone, "It's not the Imperius Curse, it's the effect of Nether Energy's full force. It was once when the floating city floated. I heard that Muggles can feel the magic because of this."

"You don't sound too worried about this?" Grindelwald looked at his companion somewhat surprised. "This doesn't sound like what you said."

"Allen still has the bottom line, as you said, they have already recklessly stopped washing their hands in such a showy moment, and he has no need to continue to lie to me." Dumbledore explained, and then he sighed. , "Reaper's matter. The results of the investigations of the Order of the Phoenix are basically all kinds of messy information, and Ms. Ravenclaw... You know that among the several animals at Hogwarts, only her representatives and others Three different types are above the top...In a sense, they are much more dangerous than Slytherin. At least you can know the purpose and reason of Tom, his men and the purebloods."

"At least, they are still willing to let you know something... they haven't killed you directly." The jumping light jumped on Grindelwald's slightly blessed and less angular cheeks, "I think you should focus on In the affairs of mortals, the struggle of the gods will be solved by themselves."

"Gellert, they actually don't care. I know..." Dumbledore hooked his little finger and pulled his wand closer to him. "I shouldn't care how powerful they are, but I have to Care how they use their power..."

"Speaking of the goddess with this ability, she and my grandson actually gave birth to an academy ghost... Alan Harris, this kid is just like those third-rate male protagonists..." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes and the corners of his mouth. With a smirk, he handed over a bucket of popcorn, "They have such a powerful force, and they only make you diarrhea... I'm sorry I don't have macaroons."

"Gellert! I told you, don't use your eyes to probe these things!" The old man Dumbledore angrily took the popcorn bucket and put it aside, but with this move he also let him hang down. In his eyes, he rubbed the wand in his sleeve, his silver eyebrows were tightly locked, and a shallow vertical line formed in the middle.

"I think the Albus I know has always been very brave, but you don’t look very good today, and the anxiety is written on your face...but you don’t seem to be because of the Harris thing that you talk about in front of me every day. Seeing Dumbledore’s previous actions in his eyes, Grindelwald moved closer to Dumbledore’s direction, "What is hidden under your sleeve?"

Dumbledore didn't reply immediately, and there was silence in the prison.

The White Wizard looked at the former Dark Lord in this way, until after a while, he drew out the special Allen wand and stretched it out to Grindelwald, "The boy I talk about every day seems to care about you more, he asked me to pass it on. Give you a gift..."

"He tried to give me a wand before... but what do you mean? Albus..." Grindelwald leaned back in his chair, avoiding Dumbledore's The hand did not accept it, and it also sounded with a uniquely elegant accent. At this time, it was full of a sense of distance, "You took my wand away, but now you return it without giving me an explanation... I need a reason. And explanation?"

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged, and the white wizard's face turned pale against the flames of the jumping on the wall.

"Sorry... Gellert." After squeezing these words out of silence, it took a while before Dumbledore could continue to speak, "You know Tom is looking for the Deathly Hallows, looking for Grigovich, he I have settled on the floating city now..." He paused, "Allen warned me that his spy among the Death Eaters told him...well, I also asked my people in the Death Eaters to confirm the news. , Tom knows that the old wand is in your hands from Grigovich. You know how long he is for longevity and strength...especially in this situation, he will find it, I can’t let you use nothing but nothing The rod casts a spell to face Tom."

"So that's why you want to stay with me for a few days?" Grindelwald's eyes with only strange gray-white pupils seemed to have a flash of fire, "And you think, if you just give me the wand, I might not be able to escape? "

"After being humiliated continuously, I can imagine what Tom this boy will do with my crooked nose. Although this will make him even more crazy, I have to say, I am afraid that we two will join hands, it may not be His opponent..." Dumbledore said in an almost certain tone.

"I haven't touched a magic wand for a long time... Maybe it's weaker than when I was young..." Grindelwald's right eye with only the strange gray-white pupils suddenly returned to normal, and it blinked slightly. Cares about you, obviously cares more about my boy, did not give us additional contact tools, and did not provide other help... which means that Albus, you are too pessimistic."

"I just don't think Tom will give up this opportunity for Germany to transfer the Auror." Dumbledore hesitated and said, "And the premise is that you have to take this wand."

"This bad boy, it seems to emphasize the danger of that mixed-blood boy..." Grindelwald's slender fingers rubbed the repaired beard above his lips, "This will give you a little warning, so that you don't pay attention to him. Getting to know his goddess...Yes, yes, he wants to warn you that the world without him is the world of mixed-blood BOY."

Noting that Grindelwald still didn’t mean to take the wand, Dumbledore’s blue eyes passed over the other’s faint eyebrows: "Gellert, the real world has changed, and I am also starting to pay attention to Muggles... Allen’s warning It’s not just rhetoric, the "Secrecy Act" will expire sooner or later... Wizards shouldn’t rule and oppress Muggles. I realized this mistake early on, and you obviously won’t have this kind of thinking anymore..." Blido's tone became a little sad, "Our previous struggle... the previous confrontation, essentially has no meaning..."

Grindelwald raised his faint brows, and he raised his chin to open his mouth in sarcasm, but a sudden show on TV interrupted their conversation and attracted the attention of the two.

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