The Last Goodbye

Be with me, Siegfried.I need you.I love you.Do you really know what love is, Odile?Love is forbearance, love is kindness; love is not jealous, not boastful, not publicized; love is not to shame others, not for self-interest, not easily angered, does not care about past animosities; love does not associate with evil thoughts, but only with the truth Go hand in hand; love is always guarding, always believing, always expecting, and always enduring.Do you really know what love is, Odile?

Love is everything that you are not.

Odile laughed loudly, unfolded her arrow-like wings, and took off her ceramic-like mask, revealing her long tail like Satan and sharp horns like Loki.With a hook from Zhu Hong's finger, the prince was imprisoned in a death row cast by huge waves.What a pity, Siegfried.Odile smiled charmingly.Since you don't want to be my lover, you can only be my trophy.No pity at all, Odile.Siegfried laughed too.I would rather die sober than live sinking.

--"Swan Lake"

Abraxas didn't move, although everyone around him backed away.

He didn't understand why they were backing away.It made no difference whether it was five or ten paces from Grindelwald, and he could break their necks no harder than he could break a flower.Unless they can withdraw from Europe, they will not be able to escape this man's sphere of influence.

Besides, Grindelwald didn't even bother to fight with these young children.How many pages the Daily Prophet spent laying out the trips of 'Europe's Hope' and 'Britain's Savior' to Sweden, it was obvious that they were Grindelwald's target, and the others were just spectators.

He'd bring them here, maybe he just needed someone to witness his success.Running away is unwise, staying is the right choice - if Dumbledore wins, his behavior is bravery without fear of evil; if Grindelwald wins, his behavior is just right surrender, so there is no need to run away at all.

At that moment, Abraxas really felt that the blood flowing in his body was indeed the blood of the Malfoy family.

Grindelwald noticed him—it was natural, he was the only one left within a five-meter radius around the man.The dark wizard gave him a friendly smile.The dim light made Grindelwald's blond hair paler, but the gloom couldn't hide the enchanting magic that haunted him.The power attracted people like a magnet, almost making Abraxas feel a kind of weightless dizziness, as if he suddenly fell from a high altitude and fell into layers of clouds.

"Master Malfoy, good to see you here."

The smile on the black wizard's face grew warmer. Abraxas even doubted that if he spoke, the other party would wave his wand without hesitation and conjure him a cup of hot chocolate.

"How is your father recently?"

Grindelwald actually started to play with him!It would be too rude not to say anything else.The boy nodded politely, "My father is fine, thank you for your concern."

"I heard from Alphard that you just transferred here this semester? Are you still used to Durmstrang?"

Abraxas reflexively wanted to answer, and then his eyes widened, "... Who are you listening to?"

"Your friend, Master Black. He appears to be assisting the British Government with a dangerous mission, and I hope he succeeds."

Abraxas just felt his head was suddenly hit by the Confusion Charm, and it started buzzing.He subconsciously wanted to move forward, but was pulled back by a person.A silver light rose from the ground in front of the boy, and then with a whoosh, the jumping silver shot out, like a running rabbit, with the distance between him and the black wizard as the radius, it pulled out a perfect circle in an instant. circle. Grindelwald was enclosed in the center of the silver ring, staring at the silver ring surrounding him with a half-smile.

The silver magic is jumping happily on the scorched earth, as if the ignited hydrogen is endowed with life, making people feel unprecedented peace at a glance. Abraxas' heart hanging in his throat slowly fell back into his chest, and he turned his head to look at the person holding him, who smiled at him.

"Your magic is still so exquisite." The black wizard standing in the silver ring complimented. "Brave." The intruder replied casually, not paying attention to the trapped enemy at all, Albus just looked at his student worriedly, "Are you all right, Abraxas?"

"...Professor, he just said..."

"I heard." Professor Dumbledore finally looked at the neglected enemy, "Where is Alphard?"

Grindelwald returned him a charming smile, "Are you asking me where your people are? Or did Spencer-Moon not tell you what missions he sent your students on? Your overprotectiveness is over him. I can't even see it."

His tone was full of sarcasm, but his smile was still so tender.

The blue eyes on the opposite side were sinking, and Dumbledore's long red-brown hair was like burning anger.

"You look so cute worrying about the students." Grindelwald was still smiling, playing with the wand in his hand unhurriedly.He suddenly glanced in one direction, but his attention quickly returned to his old friend. "Stay closer and say to me 'please tell me where he is'. I will seriously consider it." Abraxas shoulder The power tightened.He turned his head to look at the people around him.The other party is also looking at him.The wizard's eyes were extraordinarily blue in the gray sky, "Stay away from us, Abraxas. Don't let anyone else get close. Do you understand?"

"Professor..." But before he finished speaking, the other party let go of his shoulders and stepped into the silver ring.There's actually a lot of space here. There was still a few steps between Albus and Grindelwald.This distance is a little far away for speaking.Pretty close for a duel, of course.

The wizard who walked in had regained his composure, "Please tell me where he is." Albus said politely. Grindelwald smiled slightly, as if he just wanted to tease the other party just now, "He's by Hitler's side."

"Fawkes." A big golden-red bird landed on Dumbledore's shoulder, "Take Newt and Harry to Germany, please, and find Alphard Black. Whatever he's doing, please stop him, go."

The big bird gave a low cry, and flew out of the silver circle with a whir.

Grindelwald didn't even look at the bird, but instead stared at his old friend's clothes with interest, "Are you wearing white today?" Seeing a few more drops of rain falling on the Hogwarts professor's white robe, it now Already stained by dusty rainwater, "It seems you didn't expect it to be covered with ashes and blood today."

"I'm not like you, I can predict the future." The other party replied flatly, "Let them go. We just need to settle this matter."

"You misunderstood." Grindelwald was still playing with his wand, and now his attention was not on the other party, and he glanced not far away between speaking, "They are not the audience, Albus. You are " He raised his voice slightly, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. I brought you here just to share with you the world in my eyes. Look, old friend..." He looked at his opponent with a smile , "You used to always blame me for not being gentle enough."

A gasp interrupted their conversation.

The moment he heard the gasp, Dumbledore's wand flicked in the air, and a pale silver screen rose not far away - but it had no effect.The crowd not far away was still commotion. Albus frowned slightly, and turned to the small group of commotions, as if something was approaching them. "Don't be afraid." Grindelwald said again, his voice still so slow and soft, with a kind of hypnotic comfort, "This is just the world in memory, what you see is only the afterimage in my mind. Of course, any Physical defenses cannot stop memory."

It just so happened that someone patted Abraxas on the shoulder at this time, the young master was startled, and turned around to meet a familiar face. "Don't worry." Riddle said softly, "Newt and Harry have already passed. Let's wait for their news." Before Abraxas could reply, there was another commotion in the distance.The two looked in the direction of the sound source, and finally saw the things that caused the commotion—it was a group of strangers.

They are not like the rain, they are coming one by one, passing directly through the students' bodies.It seems that Grindelwald is not lying, this is indeed the world in memory.Realizing this, however, did little to assuage everyone's nervousness—the group of people crossing was just too scary.They were old and young, men and women, but without exception, they all looked haggard and bony.The blue and white striped uniforms fit loosely on them, and the wind blew out their skeletons like firewood.Their faces are also like skeletons, with grayish-yellow skin stretched tightly on their faces, and eyes sunken into their sockets. It is no exaggeration to say that they are a