Chapter 849：

In the top Wizarding League, Puddlemere United won its first three consecutive championships and became the first team in history. Seeker Draco Malfoy became the most valuable player.

The principal of Hogwarts changed, Professor McGonagall succeeded the legendary principal Slughorn as the new principal, and Neville Longbottom became the head of Gryffindor.

Percy Weasley's first child, the elder brother of four children, the little wizard who will enter school next year looked up at the radiating tower.

Little Weasley asked his father.

"what is that?"

"That's right..." Hearing this, Percy with a beard looked up at the tower.

"my friend."

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Magic Tower.

There was a sound like jelly breaking.

The wand and ring lying quietly on the ground were picked up by one hand.

A familiar voice sounded, whispering to the sleeping king:

"Bye, John."

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"The ending of scattering flowers, the loneliness of the Witch King, the regret of the Witch King, and the attachment of the Witch King.

What John loves is to turn back time and return to the self that did not become the king.

In that equally mysterious and unknown world, once again, let the glory and glory fall on the world.

"I Swing the Magic Wand in Marvel"

ps: This is my level of naming. "

Chapter 857 The shadow under the tower, the isolated island in the sea

That was one year after the second sun came out.

The impact of that duel, which symbolized the peak of wizards, has gradually faded away.

The destroyed island drifted alone on the ocean.

Nurmengard collapsed because a flower began to grow again.

Losing its restraints, the sun shines on half of the tower.

The red-haired man was wearing thin white clothes. He came to the shore holding a homemade fishing rod.

The fish jumped out of the sea and connected to the hook.

This may be a truly relaxing life.

Dumbledore used the eternal flame left on the island to bake food.

Use magic to create a clear spring for yourself to drink.

The new-born rose has become delicate and beautiful.

He occasionally thought of Hogwarts.

That was the place he couldn't let go the most.

He spent almost his entire life at Hogwarts.

From attending school to becoming a professor after graduation, and then becoming a dean and principal.

Dumbledore met many people.

Some become the mainstay of the magical world like Minerva, and some become evil like Tom.

No matter what, those are his former students.

He has always believed that he can treat those students with a selfless and tolerant heart.

Until the first time, he was kicked off from that position.

Only then did he realize that he was not selfless.

The student wearing a silver mask stood in front of him. He knew what the other person looked like under the mask, but he also felt the disappointment behind the student's mask.

At that time, the always wise old man was confused.

The failure of Voldemort's education made him subconsciously fearful of the equally outstanding Slytherin.

Yes, he is partial.

The student told himself clearly that he was partial.

Dumbledore wanted to explain, but couldn't.

What he was afraid of was not only the ambition of Slytherin, but also the people he had met.

One changes his youth, one changes his old age, and the other changes everything about himself.

"Love is great." Dumbledore looked at the rose.

The sun was just right in the morning, and the sea breeze was slightly salty.

The rose was a delicate color, the red color of the Dumbledore family that he had loved when he was young.

"Love is restraint." His fingers gently landed on the petals.

That extraordinarily beautiful rose is covered with sharp thorns.

Blindly crazy love will **** your fingers.

Only by touching it gently and ambiguously can you feel satisfied with it and yourself.

The ring lying in the stamen of the flower tempts everyone to wear it.

"I know you, you want me to do whatever it takes," there was no greed in Dumbledore's eyes, only those clear eyes.

He understood the meaning of this ring.

That is greed, madness, and power.

So Dumbledore never touched him. He was an exiled wizard and a witness to the throne.

He could always feel that the child had a little respect for him.

Just like myself who was supposed to be killed, in the end he survived because of the child's soft heart.

"It's not me you want to destroy, but the me in your heart, right?"

Dumbledore's eyes were filled with sadness.

That child is so tired.

​Perhaps when I thought I was being treated fairly, that child began to be burdened with a lot.

It’s my fault, it’s been wrong since the first grade.

It is the tiredness and responsibility of creating that child by myself.

The changed person is not the child.

It’s myself.

"You are such a fool, Albus."

Dumbledore was filled with sadness.

The sky flashed with firelight.

It's the phoenix flying.

Seeds are scattered from the sky, dropping life on this barren island.

This place is full of loneliness.

But it made Dumbledore so happy that he prayed every day.

Pray for the Witch King.

My past mistakes have brought harm to the magical world three times.

The phoenix alights and sings for its master.

This is probably one of Dumbledore's few pastimes.

This is punishment. Even Dumbledore doesn't know how long he will be here before dying.

Perhaps it would be kind to let oneself die in front of Grindelwald.

In the face of death, he was as noble as a martyr.

Now, after escaping from death, he was thinking about the cruelty of another death.

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Under the brightest tower.

Every noon, a different scenery occasionally appears in the shadow of the pointer-like tower.

It was black, but there was white.

There will be no hunger here, let alone dust.

There is only loneliness and unchangeability that can never be touched.

In the shadow under the tower, the lonely man has no hope.

Like the sleeping king, he has no end in sight.

It is clear that what I am thinking about is on the other side, but I cannot see it.

He once had a dream in which a phoenix appeared in the shadows, bringing not only faith but also people with thoughts.

So Grindelwald has looked forward to the phoenix's fire appearing in this dark place countless times.

But he couldn't wait.

This is the punishment given to him by the Witch King.

Isolate everything.

He could only wander between expectation and disappointment over and over again.

He is not a Slytherin, but he has the paranoia of a Slytherin.

He once thought the world was sick.

So he performed an operation on the world himself.

Now he thinks he is sick.

In the long loneliness, he could not feel the flow of time.

He longed for death and was afraid of death.

A year ago, his face smiled.

He felt he had won.

The light that penetrates the shadows is as bright and warm as the sun.

He was careful and didn't dare to touch.

The pale skin seemed to become fragile, and that little light could burn him.

After the light, there is still endless loneliness.

Grindelwald sat on that throne.

Such as the lonely throne he once personally made for the Witch King.

Sitting on it, he whispered to himself in a low voice, "It's not that bad, right?"

He was once imprisoned in a high tower.

What is the difference between him then and now?