Chapter 787：

She hunched over and looked up at the once-broken skylight.

She heard a knock on the door.

At this late night, she would always think of something.

The summer of 1889 was the busiest time in Bathilda's house.

Bathilda, who likes quietness, does not dislike those children.

On the contrary, she enjoyed seeing the two children looking for the white-haired child.

Bathilda had forgotten this memory for a long time.

She was not sure whether she had dreamed about that memory, but occasionally she would be in a trance, as if there should be what kind of person somewhere.

I haven’t been to the attic room for a long time.

There was a lot of dust there.

Five minutes after the knocking stopped, she opened the door belatedly.

Outside, the polite boy stood there again.

John smiled at the old woman, "Ms. Bathilda, I hope I didn't disturb you."

This old woman with rich writing experience also smiled the same moment when she saw John.

Dull emotions will make people lose something, but they will also prevent people from being troubled by sadness.

Bathilda said: "This time, don't put a blanket on me."

"I don't think so." John bowed slightly and chuckled, "Then, Ms. Bathilda, let's get ready to leave."

He took out the elder wand, which symbolized power, and knocked gently on Bathilda's door.

On this rather small house, there are lines that intersect horizontally and vertically.

The squares formed by the intertwined lines overlap each other, making the house shrink quickly.

In the end, there was only one Rubik's Cube size left.

John picked it up and put it into Bathilda's hand.

"It's so small." Bathilda looked at the small house, as small as a model.

After doing all this, John looked to the other side.

…

The man with strange eyes sat calmly in a home that did not belong to him.

The moment John appeared, Grindelwald understood that his punishment was finally coming.

"Don't you take the opportunity to leave?" When John saw him staying well in the house, inexplicable emotions flashed in his eyes.

"I don't think I can live up to the opportunity that Al has given me." Grindelwald said, "You think so too, Joel."

John was noncommittal.

He did think that if Grindelwald escaped, he could let the man die again openly.

Unfortunately, Grindelwald is no longer a martyr.

Because Dumbledore's martyrdom made his life extremely precious.

"I think you are ready." John glanced at Grindelwald and said flatly, "In exchange of equal value, you need to bear the punishment."

"Yes, I'm ready," Grindelwald walked out of the room slowly, his eyes falling on the aunt he only remembered, and he smiled, "Long time no see, Aunt Bathilda."

"Gellert, my God, you have aged so much," Bathilda said, "but you are still younger than Albus."

Grindelwald smiled. If Bathilda saw Dumbledore now, she would not have such emotion.

"I have prepared a place for you." John said calmly, "Come with me to take Lady Bathilda to the Wizarding City."

"As you command, my king." Grindelwald smiled evilly.

Is he crazy?

maybe.

When he wanted to die but couldn't, when he thought he would be alone forever.

His punishment has left traces on his body all the time.

Facing the coming punishment, it may be eternal confinement or eternal torture.

Either way, Grindelwald will accept it.

As he said, he was very happy with the Witch King's curse.

A Yeqi carriage fell from the sky.

The three of them got on the carriage and flew up under the wings of the Thestral.

At the same time, in the sky, Yeqi carriages were flying towards a certain place.

These are the first passengers of the wizard city's special train.

In the closed King's Cross station.

A wizard and scholar who was accompanied by someone and filled with knowledge was slowly walking into the Nine and a Quarter Station.

A train to the Wizarding City is waiting.

As the last passengers walked into it.

An obelisk appeared in front of the starting train.

The mixed energy of blue and purple opened the channel in front, and then the train shuttled in.

They were galloping on the sea, and the whales not far away made ethereal sounds.

The train slowly drove into the wizarding city.

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Chapter 794 The Tower of Eternal Loneliness

This magnificent city, which is about to be completed, welcomes the first batch of wizards.

Accompanied by John, Bathilda put down the small house.

Reproduce the magic of shrinking in reverse, and the entire house quickly becomes larger.

In the end, the house in Godric's Hollow reappeared in the Wizarding City.

This place is ecologically similar to Godric's Hollow, and it was the place John specially selected for Bathilda.

"You're leaving, right?"

Bathilda looked at the two people who were about to leave, and those two young faces seemed to appear in her eyes.

"I'll see you again, Lady Bathilda," John nodded.

Bathilda noticed something, she looked at Grindelwald, she stretched out her hand and slowly lowered it on that face.

"You can come to your great-aunt's house anytime, Gellert."

Grindelwald paused.

In his life, the only place that could be called home was that small house.

It held everything about him.

Hearing Bathilda's words, he twitched the corners of his lips and said with a lame lie: "I may come at any time."

Bathilda smiled and said goodbye to the two children.

No matter how big it is, it is still powerful.

Those people in Godric's Hollow are children after all.

And Grindelwald also came to his place of punishment.

A place that is taller and more spacious than Nurmengard.

The tower of eternal loneliness.

…

"Is this the punishment you give me, my king?"

Grindelwald smiled, and the same high tower locked himself again.

"No, you are wrong."

John looked up at the tall tower and said calmly: "Your tower is below."

He walked forward, "You shouldn't invite me."

"certainly."

Grindelwald followed John.

This empty tower does not lock Grindelwald.

What locked Grindelwald was under the tower.

John once again showed Grindelwald the greatness of magic.

Just as he chose, the great Witch King imposed the most vicious punishment.

Following their footsteps, they sank into the ground.

That is the reflection of the tower, a place where no second person will ever come in.

The shadow of the tower is exactly the same as the tower.

This is a mirror world.

"You are the same as Dumbledore," John said, "you are also a person exiled by magic."

This place is so dead.

The place of exile that exists in the shadows is where the upside-down mirror image can only be released by the Witch King.

The conversation between the two is the last echo here. After this, there will be a lifetime of loneliness here.

The Phoenix, which can reach everywhere, cannot cross the Witch King and enter the shadows.

Everything about Grindelwald is in the shadows and becomes untouchable.

John looked at Grindelwald one last time and asked: "Do you regret it, Grindelwald?"

same question.

Grindelwald's answer is.

"No, my king."

This Dark Lord, who used all means to sacrifice the world, had the most pious smile.

With his right hand gently touching his heart, Grindelwald used his signature evil smile to send his final greetings to the king.

"My King, on that eternally lonely tower, let yourself burn and shine forever like the sun."

He raised his head slightly, not sure if it was a smile or a mockery.

"The great and glorious Witch King."

John looked at him deeply, turned around and left this place.

In the mirror world, Grindelwald looked at the man who submerged into the ground and walked out of the mirror tower.

Curse?

​Maybe so.

The legend of three brothers.

The second child died of pain in the tower because of love.

The third child escaped death, but he could never appear in front of the world.