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Chapter 461 A Group of Madmen and a Sad Widow

There was no doubt about who the person mentioned in the prophecy was. Dumbledore calmly looked at Trelawney, who seemed to have her soul pulled out of her, with heavy eyes, and chewed over the prophecy in his mind over and over again.

He is hope, a ray of fire that pierces the darkness, yet he is described as a shooting star.

Gellert also mentioned that Vinciu Lord would experience death.

He asked for follow-up questions, but Gellert was unable to get an accurate answer. He could only vaguely predict that Wenxiu Lord would definitely come back to life in the future.

Yes, come alive, not wake up.

The silver-haired young man in the future picture just looks like he is sleeping in Voldemort's arms, but there will be a voice in his mind reminding Grindelwald that Vinci Lord is dead.

Gellert didn't know how Vinciu Lord came back to life, but the subsequent foreseen scenes told him that Vinciu Lord would be happy.

Just a few days ago, Gellert had predicted something again, this time it was no longer about the future of Vinciu Lord, but the entire wizarding world.

He and Dumbledore once envisioned and fought for it, and even after they fell out, he never gave up the ideal he was working hard to achieve.

So...will Wenxiu Lord really be safe and sound as predicted?

Fate has drawn a predetermined path for everyone. If someone wants to break it and turn suffering into happiness, that person will have to bear the karma that belongs to others.

If death is the karma that Wenxiu Lord has to bear, then is resurrection the preference the world gives him?

His strength was so great that Dumbledore vaguely sensed some shackles of fate.

As Muggle technology becomes increasingly powerful, the wizarding world is gradually being excluded from the world. Even if Voldemort dies completely, the future of the wizarding world is extremely bleak.

What Vincius Lord wants to do is not only to kill Voldemort, but also to save the wizarding world.

If he is against the world, how can the world give him any favor?

"Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Dumbledore?"

Gathering his thoughts, Dumbledore stroked his newly grown beard and put down the wine glass in his hand.

"Oh, Ms. Sybill Trelawney, don't worry. According to the agreement, I will hire you as the professor of Divination. You can live in Hogwarts, and Hogwarts will protect you."

The woman opposite, who was wearing thick glasses that magnified her eyes and looked nervous, breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the cinnamon warm wine in front of her and took a sip.

"That's great, Headmaster Dumbledore. May I move into Hogwarts today? As you know, things have been very turbulent recently, and the Ministry of Magic is in chaos. I really can't guarantee that the prophecy won't be seen by someone with ulterior motives."

"Of course, you are a professor at Hogwarts now, and you can move in any time you wish."

The long-haired old man smiled kindly, his deep blue eyes hidden behind the half-moon shaped lenses contained endless thoughts.

He was old, and the wizarding world needed Vinciu Lord more than he did.

No one can afford the consequences of losing Wenxiu Lord, let alone the younger generations.

They and Vinciu Lord were each other's locks, but when they failed, their obsession was enough to drag the entire wizarding world into the abyss.

Because the only time he went all in and lost everything, Dumbledore was never a person willing to gamble on possibilities.

If possible, could he use his own life to protect Wenxiu Lord from this disaster?

After saying goodbye to Trelawney and thinking about the possibility of returning to Hogwarts, Dumbledore pushed open the door and stood there in a daze, his brain freezing.

The wizard robe, which was old-fashioned compared to today's styles, covered the slender and crossed legs.

The short light blonde hair is meticulously groomed.

The young man stared at the sky outside the window with sharp eyebrows and indifferent eyes. He turned his head when he heard the voice, and looked over with eyes as deep as the bottom of the sea. It was a scorching summer day.

The young man sat in front of the bright window, as if he wanted to melt into the sunlight.

Dumbledore was in a trance, with the smell of summer and barns lingering in his nose.

The young man in sight raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, then stood up and walked towards him, extending his hand.

"Al, long time no see."

He unconsciously reached out to hold the young man's hand, until he saw his own old hands. Dumbledore came to his senses, slapped Gellert's hand away, walked into the office and closed the door.

Following Dumbledore happily, Grindelwald put his hands behind his back, like a loyal little follower.

"I know Al misses me a lot, otherwise why would he lose consciousness every time he sees me like this?"

Pushing away the cup of tea handed to him by Grindelwald, Dumbledore sat on the other side of the sofa and poured himself a new cup.

It is better to believe that Voldemort is a good person than to believe that there is nothing wrong with the cup of tea in Grindelwald's hand.

"Gellert."

Grindelwald sat across from him and put the cup of tea he was holding back on the table, "What's wrong, Al?"

There was a long silence, and Grindelwald did not wait for any follow-up, as if Dumbledore just wanted to call his name.

"Albus, you and I are both insiders, only Wenxiu Lord is the miracle."

There was no change in the old man's expression, but the tea in the cup shook and almost spilled out of the cup.

Seeing this, the young man's aura rose and he changed the subject.

"Don't be the great Dumbledore, Albus. You promised to watch over me. Not only will those brats go crazy, but I will too."

With his feet firmly planted on the ground, Grindelwald leaned over the table and supported himself, looking into the eyes behind the lenses.

"The wizarding world can't afford a bunch of lunatics, so how can it afford a grieving widower?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Dumbledore didn't get angry after hearing the threat for a long time, but his face turned red with anger.

Just as he was about to say something, his body changed. The beard that had just grown out gradually disappeared, and the pure white, almost transparent hair was ignited by flames.

"Gellert Grindelwald!" The old voice turned into the voice of his youth.

He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the person in front of him, but was suddenly pulled into an embrace.

"Don't be mad Al, I just missed you so much."

Old...young...uh, the two of them hugged each other, rarely putting aside all emotions, just calmly feeling each other's life.

After learning about the ending of the two from Vince Lord, Grindelwald cherishes every minute with Dumbledore.

He loves each day as if it were his last before he dies.

In the evening, in Lord Manor, Dumbledore was sitting on pins and needles under ten gazes.

"Umm, Headmaster Dumbledore?" Lily spoke slowly, hesitating.

"Ahem, it's me." Dumbledore coughed uncomfortably. Facing the teasing gaze of Vince Lord, his ears turned red almost as red as his hair.

"Tsk tsk." Wenxiu Lord's eyes were shining with the brilliance of hitting the CP, and the smile at the corner of his lips couldn't be suppressed no matter how hard he tried.

His hand under the table was grabbed, and Wenxiu Lord came back to his senses. Severus was staring at him with a frown.

Scratching Severus' palm, Wenxiu Lord focused his gaze and got to the point.

Glancing at everyone present, especially after seeing Lucius, Wenxiu Lord had a strange expression.

"This is what you are doing?"

Holding the other hand of Wenxiu Lord under the table, Barty narrowed his eyes in satisfaction and explained, "Mr. Malfoy wants to join forces with us to kill Voldemort."

Now the person who made fun of and supported the couple became Dumbledore.

"No." Wenxiu Lord refused without thinking.

Dumbledore, who had reached a cooperation with him, naturally knew the reason, but others didn't know.

The air pressure in the room suddenly dropped, and even Dumbledore had to drink some sweet milk to calm himself.

"Why?" Lucius' lips moved, his voice as soft as a mosquito's.

Everyone's eyes enveloped Wenxiu Lord, like a cage that made him unable to move, and everyone was waiting for an answer.

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Wenxiu Lord sighed and looked for help to Dumbledore who was watching the show.

Not surprisingly, it was ignored.

The cat was isolated and helpless, the cat got angry and pulled his hand away, the cat decided to flip the table and put the blame on the old bee.