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Chapter 460 Prophecy

Without Wenxiu Lord's knowledge, he wanted to gather together all the people under his wings to discuss how to stir up a huge storm in the wizarding world.

And he himself is still persecuting Voldemort with great enthusiasm.

After being attacked by the Order of the Phoenix, Malfoy Manor's weather magic and the runes that maintained the magic lost their effectiveness.

Lucius' mental state has not been very good recently.

After Malfoy Manor was restored, the spells added later were naturally forgotten.

Half lying on the rocking chair on the balcony, Wenxiu Lord closed his eyes and enjoyed the sunbath and spoke comfortably.

"It's a nice day today. It's rare to see the sun. My dear Fudi, would you like to go out for a walk with me?"

Tom Riddle, who had agreed to live in Malfoy Manor for a while and had just moved all his work over but had not yet started working on it, put down the quill in his hand and looked sideways.

A breeze blew in from the balcony, bringing the scent of Wenxiu Lord's body and hair into his arms.

"It's nice, take a walk around the manor?"

The silver-haired young man lazily raised his wand, and the translucent mist slowly condensed into a map of Britain. The place where the two were currently located was still lit with a warm glow.

"Go wherever you click."

He put away his wand, closed his eyes, and pointed his fingertips casually.

Emmmm, clicked on Malfoy Manor.

Wenxiu Lord stretched and stood up, gathered up the loose hair on his forehead, and shrugged helplessly at the man in the room who was gloating over his misfortune.

"It seems that I am not fit to travel today. Let's just take a walk in the manor."

Tom Riddle stood up and walked towards the door. "Not another chance?"

Shaking his head and opening the door, Wenxiu Lord made a gesture of invitation.

"I've already said that we'll choose wherever we end up. Of course, we can't go back on our word. Let's go, Fudi."

"You don't want to call me dear anymore?"

"My dear Voldy."

The wind carried the warmth of the sun and the fragrance of flowers and plants in Malfoy Manor, dissipating and condensing, like an untied boat on the water.

Pick up a petal, and the wind will slowly release the petal into the free world before running off into the distance.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window holding a teacup, Grindelwald leaned against the wall in the darkness and reached out to grab Dumbledore's long hair as he stood in the light.

"Al, your hair seems to be fluffier."

Taking back his hair that was about to be destroyed, Dumbledore glared at Grindelwald and hit him directly on the back of his hand with the Elder Wand without any mercy.

"Not satisfied with my shaving, you want to persecute my hair?"

When he turned his head, half of his face was facing away from the light, and the old man's smooth chin could be seen clearly.

The previously thick, pure white beard that was as thick as a waterfall turned into air, revealing the old man's clothes that had not been exposed for a long time.

Rubbing the back of his hand which was not painful, Grindelwald reached out again, wanting to touch the long hair that had once been like flames in the sun but was now like white gauze.

"Al, believe me, you are now ten years younger than you were yesterday. Even if the silver-haired brat comes, he will stand on my side."

He has always been confident in his aesthetics, but he overlooked one very serious thing.

When this is said, doesn't it mean that Dumbledore has poor aesthetic taste?

As expected, Dumbledore waved his wand to tie up his long hair, then stepped aside to avoid Grindelwald's disturbing hand and spoke calmly.

"Really? I think it's a good idea for you to go back to Nurmengard now. When will you leave?"

Mr. Grindelwald used to be arrogant and stubborn, so he lost his wife.

Mr. Grindelwald did not make the same mistake again. He took a pitiful step forward and stood in the sunlight.

"I am old Al, and Nurmengard's winters are cold and its summers are hot and muggy. I will get sick."

Do you think Dumbledore will be soft-hearted if you use the facts as a self-torture tactic?

Yes, he will.

Love is a double-edged sword, and this truth also applies to him, Albus Dumbledore.

Those old illnesses tortured Grindelwald's body every year. Dumbledore saw it all, so how could he not feel anything?

Without replying to Grindelwald, Dumbledore simply raised his teacup and gently touched the rim of Grindelwald's cup.

The two of them appeared in front of the French window together, their bodies half light and half dark.

"The weather is really nice today. Do you want to go for a walk by the lake?" Grindelwald invited them to take a walk.

He tilted his head to look at Dumbledore's old face. In the sunlight, his deep-sea eyes reflected that summer in Godric's Hollow.

The old man's appearance remained the same as before.

"No, I'm going to wait for the owl to deliver the potion I bought." Dumbledore ruthlessly rejected his invitation.

Without his beard, Dumbledore felt as if he had gone out without wearing underwear. He had no intention of leaving the office until the potion was delivered.

"Well, that's a shame."

With the pure white hair wrapped around his index finger, Grindelwald lowered his head and once again made a suggestion that would result in a beating.

"Al, the two bottles of anti-aging potion I bought yesterday have arrived. Let's..."

"Shut up Gellert, I have to go out this afternoon."

Gellert, who kept his mouth shut, really wanted to defend himself, "I just wanted to see your long, silky red hair again."

"Shut up."

Gellert wisely shut up when he saw the red that could not be hidden after the white beard disappeared.

He was sure that if he said one more word, he would be sleeping in Nurmengard tonight.

Today's good weather seems to indicate that everything will go well.

The people who discussed in Lord Manor also got a good result.

"I will go to Headmaster Dumbledore immediately."

The movement of leaving paused, and because of the pulling force, he staggered back a step. The corners of Sirius' lips turned down, and when he turned his head and saw that it was little Barty who grabbed his wrist, the corners of his lips almost drooped to the ground.

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't touch me."

Shaking off the claws on his hand, Sirius took out a handkerchief with disgust and wiped the skin it touched vigorously. After wiping, he burned it directly, leaving only some ash.

Little Barty was not annoyed by being rejected by his real name. He could settle this little conflict with Voldemort after he died.

"I will go with you to Dumbledore. I have something to ask him. This is related to our plan."

Raising his eyelids and looking at the other people, Remus had no expression. Lucius was still kept in the dark and didn't know that Vince Lord was an undercover agent.

The looks Severus and Regulus gave him made it clear that they wanted to go too.

It's just that Regulus was standing on the opposite side and the distance was not enough, and Severus also disliked him, so he let little Barty hold him back.

"Tsk, let's go."

Although it's all for the sake of culture and the magic world, it's still very unpleasant.

Holding his anger, Sirius reluctantly took the three of them away from Lord Manor.

Mr. Dumbledore, who had not expected to be very busy in the afternoon, was sitting in a corner of the Hog's Head Bar, drinking sweet wine with a calm appearance but shock in his heart.

"The man who saved the magic world has changed... He gave the Dark Lord a reason to live, and became the hell of killing he created... He gave those who were determined to die the will to live... He injected new life into the decadent magic world... He will be the origin of all forces, turning into a meteor to lead everyone... He will burn the flames and light up the long-awaited dawn..."

In the noisy and dirty tavern, in a corner where no one cared, Sybill Trelawney's voice was hoarse like the struggle of a drowning person before suffocation.