I weave fate in parallel time and space

During the decades when Gayward was transferred to the tower on Sky Island and imprisoned, he could actually count the number of times he saw Dumbledore on one finger.

He didn't see Dumbledore again until the battlefields in Western France and Germany in Europe began.

The environment in the tower was better than the prison he stayed in before, but not much better, otherwise the meaning of "imprisonment" would be lost.

A simple bed, a space that is not too big but not too small either, with a high ceiling unique to tower buildings.

But compared to his previous cell, the only difference was that the windows were larger, allowing him to see the stars.

Although many people don't know it, Gayward's astrology is actually very powerful, even so powerful that it can predict the future.

He foresaw the occurrence of World War I decades in advance and even planned to prepare for it.

Therefore, through astrology, he can even know all the major events happening in this world.

He looked at the sky on Sky Island, which was much brighter than the outside world, and always felt like he was going back to the past.

The days he lived on Sky Island were the happiest decades in his unlucky life.

Here, there is no need to quarrel with others, because the people here are either scholars or students who are like a blank sheet of paper.

There is no need to worry about any danger, because there is no safer place in the world than Sky Island.

Moreover, there are many close friends here who have no other interest conditions attached.

"Branches~"

The iron door was opened from the outside.

Gaward withdrew his eyes from looking at the stars, slowly turned his head and looked at Dumbledore who was standing behind the iron fence.

The starlight from the cell window reflected on his old face through the bars.

Gaward was silent for a moment, and then he joked,

"Dumbledore, you are as old as the bark of a tree now."

"So are you," Dumbledore said.

"We're about the same age," Gayward said.

After a pause, he sarcastically said, "You didn't come here specifically to see me, did you?"

Dumbledore lowered his eyes and remained silent. After a while, he spoke.

"I reviewed everything you did. Although your final idea failed to come true, it is undeniable that it was precisely because of your riot that the entire magic world began to formally think about what magicians should do. How to get along reasonably with ordinary people in this world.

The appearance of Merlin accelerated this. "

He slowly raised his head, "With your prophecy ability, you should have anticipated this possibility from the beginning, right?"

"What do you want to express?" Gayward mocked, "Do you think I'm a good person?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "I've just been wondering why you insisted on making things so big even though you knew Merlin might take action.

Now, I finally figured it out.

Because whether you win or lose, you have a purpose to achieve. "

"You really like to work on meaningless things." Gayward mocked.

Dumbledore said nothing.

Gayward stared at Dumbledore quietly, "So what if it is, so what if it is not? If you had known all this at that time, would you have fulfilled your original promise and stood by me?"

"We were all too naive at that time, and we did not think about the pain and sacrifice it might bring." Dumbledore said in a low voice, "I said at the beginning that as long as you are for justice, I will stand by you without hesitation. around."

"Am I not for justice?" Gayward asked.

"You are too radical, Gayward." Dumbledore said calmly, "Do you know how many people died in those riots of yours? Helen was seriously injured because of you and almost died!"

"Are there few people dying now?" Gaward mocked.

Obviously, he already knows about the war happening in the outside world at this moment.

Dumbledore didn't answer but continued.

"I have a chance to make meritorious service, and maybe I can reduce your sentence."

"Is it about the Dragon's Nest?" Gaward said.

Dumbledore didn't seem surprised that Gayward knew about the outside world after being locked up here for so long, so he just continued.

"What about your wishes?"

"What do you think?" Gaward had a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

Dumbledore didn't answer. He just silently took out a photo from his body and placed the photo on the ground along the gap in the fence.

"I will do it again tomorrow, and I respect your choice."

With that said, he closed the door again.

For a while, the cell became quiet again
Gayward paused for a long time, then slowly stepped forward to pick up the photo. When he saw the person in the photo, his eyes opened slightly.

It was a magical photo of a woman. She was standing in the yard, happily showing off her newly bought skirt to others. The woman was not very beautiful, but she could tell at a glance that she was very gentle, and her smile was very beautiful. Brilliant, like a little sun.

That is his mother.

Before entering prison, he suffered a punishment, which was to have the most important thing in his memory taken away.

He forgot what his mother looked like.

But looking at this photo, some past memories began to emerge in his mind - those things that were taken away from him by the Magic Association.

He caressed the picture gently, but said nothing.

Dumbledore had actually been seeking a commutation of his sentence over the years.

But obviously, with his reputation in the wizarding world as "children who cry", this is almost impossible, and the Magic Association has always been afraid of Dumbledore's reputation and excluded him from the center of power.

It is almost impossible to commute a sentence.

Gayward knew this friend very well. Although he was as intelligent as anyone, he was still too naive compared to those dirty politicians.

Although he has the ability to overturn the entire magical world, he is always willing to abide by the rules.

But he was able to get this thing back from the Magic Association. He must have made a lot of commitments.
Time always makes people think about many things. He actually has no hatred towards Dumbledore.

He was not surprised by the choice Dumbledore would make.

His parents were both servants of the nobility, and he also suffered humiliation in the aristocratic school, and he deeply realized the oppression and exploitation of the lower class by the upper class.

In fact, it is not just him, including Gaiward, who are also victims of the upper class.

For Dumbledore, the power possessed by magicians was even more terrifying than the nobles who controlled the economy, power and army.

In the face of the aristocracy, if the people really cannot stand the exploitation, they can take up arms and overthrow the government.

But facing the magician, there is really no way.

Because no matter how hard the nobles oppressed mankind, they could not completely eradicate the people's spirit of resistance.

But magicians can really transform humans spiritually.

But Gayward always believes that the world must always be driven by pioneers. If we don't take that step because of concerns about possible disadvantages, human civilization will not be able to move forward.

There are also righteous people among magicians. If there is really injustice in such a world, then magicians will naturally correct it.He didn't feel that he was at fault, and he didn't feel that Dumbledore was at fault.

Therefore, they choose to determine the future of this world through their own power.

Just like the magic duels they used to have.

Obviously, he lost.

And as a result, he accepted it calmly.

Dumbledore is not a person who likes politics. He even hates politics. He thinks it is a dirty thing.

The reason why he chose to stand for election at that time was to stop himself.

He failed, and there was no need for him to become the president of the Magic Association.

Yet such a person who hates politics chose to remain the president of the Magic Association for two years. The reason is actually obvious.

It can be said that Dumbledore has done everything he can.

Gaward exhaled a long breath, slowly turned his head and looked at the starry sky through the window.

In the north, a dim star twinkled, looming, emitting dark light. This was an indescribable light. Although it was dark at the moment, the star was very obvious.

In astrology, that star's name is the Death Star.

The appearance of this star basically means that death is approaching.

Therefore, from that time on, Gayward knew that once he walked out of this tower, he would surely die. This was his destined fate.

that's the truth.

On the battlefield of Verdun, if Merlin hadn't arrived, he would have been defeated by the dragon.

Because at that time, I had squeezed out the last drop of magic power in my body, but even so, the dragon still did not die.

And this time, he was also supposed to die after being poisoned by fire, but because of Merlin, he got another chance.
Merlin has always been beyond Gaward's predictions.

His trajectory is not shown in the stars, and cannot be predicted by any predictive magic.

And every move he makes can easily change the established future.

This is actually the reason why he lost in the first place.

Because the future he expected was not the future Merlin wanted.
This is what he wanted to understand during the long time in this cage.

But even though he already knew the outcome, he still agreed to Dumbledore's request and went to the Dragon's Lair to garrison.

Because he also divined a movie about Dumbledore's future.

If he doesn't get out of the tower, then he will be the one shining with the Death Star.
There is no doubt that in the magic world, he is the only one who can face those dragons.

The long memory was interrupted, and Gayward's consciousness became more and more blurred as time passed. In his blurred vision, he seemed to be able to see the giant dragon that was constantly eating his body.

This time, Merlin did not take action again
He felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, surrounded by endless darkness, bottomless, and he kept falling, kept falling, and was gradually swallowed by the darkness.
"Gayward!"

He seemed to hear a familiar voice in his ears, and he slowly turned his head. In the darkness, young Dumbledore walked towards him.

He looked about ten years old, holding a heavy book in his hand, wearing black-rimmed glasses on his nose, his face was rosy, and he looked very excited.

He handed the book in his hand to Gaward.

"Look what I found? No. 90, nine pages."

Gayward subconsciously reached out and took the book. He opened the book and took a look, then continued.

"Fierce Curse?"

"Yes, the demonic fire will become more and more powerful after being summoned. These fires can mimic the form of some monsters and continue to hunt down almost any flammable object regardless of friend or foe." Dumbledore said.

Somehow, Gaward felt as if he had experienced all this, and subconsciously followed the conversation in his memory and started talking to him.

"I have learned this spell." He said, "This is black magic, and it is very dangerous. It is easy to get out of control with increasingly powerful characteristics, and it does not distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, and it is easy to hurt yourself."

"But we can transform it!" Dumbledore said excitedly. "Think about it, Gayward, this is almost the most powerful magic we have access to. If we can transform him into a controllable Yes, we will definitely become the most powerful magicians under Merlin!"

"Do you only dare to fantasize about Under Merlin?" Gayward mocked.

Dumbledore smiled sheepishly, "Professor Merlin is too powerful. The more I learn, the more powerful I feel that he is not in the same dimension as us."

This time, Gaward did not deny it, but nodded silently.

"I actually already have some ideas." Dumbledore said, "For example, we may be able to add the magic of armor protection. It has a protective magic circuit, which may add a certain degree of stability to the fire."

Gayward thought for a moment and handed the book to Dumbledore again.

"It might work."

Dumbledore didn't answer, he just closed the book silently, then he slowly raised his head, looked at Gayward and said.

"Do you remember what we said before?"

Gaward obviously didn't come out of the conversation just now. He was stunned for a moment and then said in confusion.

"what?"

Dumbledore spoke slowly, "We once said that we would stand behind each other and face all enemies together in the future, but now, you have to leave first. Are you going to break your promise?"

"Leave first?"

As these words fell, Gayward opened his eyes, and the images of everything that happened in the dream gradually emerged in his mind.

He looked around and found that he was still in the endless darkness.

He was silent for a moment, "The enemy I face is too powerful."

"You are Gaward Hognidd, the Dark Lord who scares the entire magical world! You didn't give up when you faced the entire magical world. Are you planning to give up now?" Dumbledore asked, "What's more? , is it really impossible to defeat it?”

After a pause, "Dumbledore" continued, "Your strength is the same, so theoretically you should be evenly matched. However, your lack of experience with your new body has become the basis for the enemy to defeat you.

However, don't forget that you also have power that it does not have.
You are a magician, so you should naturally use magic to defeat your enemies. "

"Magic." Gayward murmured in a low voice. He lowered his head and looked at the magic book in Dumbledore's hand, with a glint in his eyes.

"After becoming a dragon, the huge magic power in your body will become an excellent fuel for magic, and the magic you use will be far more powerful than before," Dumbledore murmured softly.

He stared at Gaward, his bright eyes like firelight swaying in the wind.

"Go, Gayward!
Say the mantra.

That spell you and I created together.”

On the battlefield, Gaward's eyes suddenly opened wide, and he broke away from his memories.

The ferocious face of Nighold was reflected in the dragon's eyes, his flesh and blood hung on its teeth, and blood kept slipping from the corners of its mouth.

It roared fiercely and bit Gaward's neck, wanting to finish him here completely.

But at this moment, a low moan came from its ears.

"Fiendfire."

In an instant, the faint blue flame occupied Nighold's sight (End of Chapter)