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Chapter 294 Dumbledore’s Foreign Aid

Dumbledore's eyes were fixed on the letter on which he spoke, and his fists under the desk were clenched tighter and tighter.

Although the text of the letter shows the respect of a good student, since Tom changed his name to Voldemort, Dumbledore has never regarded him as a student.

Let alone being a good student.

"...Your most obedient student, Tom Riddle." After reading the last signature, the letter turned into green flames and burned.

The dim light gave Dumbledore's long white beard a golden edge, but his eyes burned with green flames.

"Tom, if I don't agree to form an alliance with you, you will make this letter public and make my reputation among the half-bloods plummet."

"If I agree, even if I want to die with you, you will become an immortal monument among mixed bloods. Mixed bloods will be even more hostile to pure bloods, and the wizarding world will never have peace."

Dumbledore leaned back on his chair with a tired look on his face, sighed heavily, and said to himself:
"Why have you changed so much? Could it be that at the moment of life and death, your mind did not continue to degenerate deeper, but instead twisted to another level?"

He looked out the window through his half-moon glasses, and the bright sunshine weaved into the illusion of a handsome man in the sky.

"Gellert..." Dumbledore smiled sweetly, and all the problems that troubled him seemed to be solved in an instant.

He stood up with high spirits and used his wand to order the quill to write on a piece of parchment:

"Mr. Riddle, long time no see, I almost forgot that you were still my student."

"I recently heard that you want to speak out for mixed-race wizards. As your senior and teacher when you were a student, I have something to say to you from the bottom of my heart."

"You have a good idea, but you ignore many practical problems."

"Just like when you went crazy and stood on the pure-blood side to purge the mixed-blood wizards, this time, I think you didn't think about how to make the mixed-bloods live better."

"You just lit the fuse of war again. I don't know how many wizards died in this war."

"However, you are now asking me for advice as a student. As the principal of Hogwarts and your former teacher, I feel it is my responsibility to enlighten you and answer your questions."

"However, these matters are difficult to resolve through correspondence."

"So, I sincerely invite you to be a teacher at Hogwarts. In this way, we can have more time to communicate and improve your ideas."

"I hope that you can truly filter on the mixed-blood side, instead of refusing to accept the advice of an elder, a fairly reputable mixed-blood wizard."

"Albus Dumbledore."

After Dumbledore finished writing the last word, his wand suddenly raised, and the parchment automatically folded into a paper airplane.

The paper plane got out of the window, its flying speed skyrocketed again, and it quickly disappeared into Hogwarts.

Dumbledore looked at the direction where the paper plane disappeared with satisfaction. Then he waved his wand again, and his whole body twisted into the spatial singularity. The headmaster's office was suddenly empty.

When he Apparated again, Dumbledore was already standing in front of a castle on the top of a mountain.

He pursed his lips and looked at the familiar castle. In his right hand, he took out a delicate comb from his pocket and slowly combed his long beard.

He was familiar with everything in Nurmengard Castle.

The only thing he wasn't familiar with was the sealing magic he had placed around the castle.

Dumbledore adjusted his breathing, but his heart couldn't help beating.

"This won't do, Dumbledore, this won't do." He murmured to himself, as if trying to convince his heart.

"You are doing it for the entire wizarding world, not for yourself."

"You must calmly fight for the interests of the entire wizarding world and not be swayed by your own emotions."

The more Dumbledore spoke, the drier his mouth became.

There may only be one chance to release Gellert Grindelwald in an honest and fair manner.

"He shouldn't blame me. No, he should come out for the wizarding world."

Dumbledore clenched his fists on his chest, shaking hard to encourage himself.

"This is for a bright future, Dumbledore, you are doing the right thing, you should do it, you can't hesitate, you-"

Dumbledore's pupils suddenly lost focus.

Because a haggard but graceful old man appeared in front of the gate of Nurmengard.

His hair was well taken care of. Although his short hair was pale, it was full of luster. The beard also wraps up his upper lip and sharp chin just right. They should be very hard and give people a tingling feeling when stuck on the body.

His eyes were as blue as the sky, clearer than the clearest freshwater lake.

"Gellert..." Dumbledore muttered, as if falling into a dream.

Gellert Grindelwald raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

When he smiled, the wrinkles on his face were revealed, and now he looked like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"Albus, you finally came to see me." Grindelwald said with a hint of complaint in his voice.

He stood in front of the gate and wanted to stretch his hand out of the iron bars, but was blocked by a golden barrier covered with magic text.

Dumbledore's heart trembled, but he raised his chin and said stiffly: "I'm just here to discuss something with you."

When Grindelwald saw Dumbledore's victorious posture, his eyes became sad, but this sadness was only fleeting, and he smiled again.

"Are we going to talk through this door? Albus."

"If this matter is difficult, why not come in and have a chat?"

After Dumbledore said what he just said, regret clung to his heart like a thorn.

Every time his heart beat, it was bleeding in pain.

He examined himself vigorously:

Dumbledore, Dumbledore, don’t you know Gellert?
Are you going to completely forget the past?

You are going to take advantage of him next. Before that, why have you lost even the kindness that strangers should show?

However, after Dumbledore saw Grindelwald's smile instead of his angrily leaving figure.

The thorns that wrapped around the heart turned into dry sticks, and the dry sticks burned with flames.

Dumbledore's heart felt hot again.

So, he couldn't help but said: "I want a cup of coffee, no-"

"No sugar, but dark chocolate, and coffee beans from the Caribbean?" Grindelwald interrupted Dumbledore, and the water in his eyes became brighter.

Dumbledore said 'hmm' with a nasal sound, and the corners of his mouth were raised in a wide arc, and even his beard was raised by an inch.

He walked into Nurmengard, and the golden barrier did not hinder him.

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore who broke through the golden light and walked in, his eyes dazed for a while.

Dumbledore also had blond hair when he was young.

Now, everyone is old.

"Gellert, I need your help."

"Ah."

"Don't you ask what it is?"

"Anything is fine."

"..." Dumbledore looked down at his gorgeous wizard robe, but felt that Grindelwald's old suit was so dazzling that he almost burst into tears.

People are not as good as before, clothes are not as old as before.

Maybe, I should have come earlier.

"Thank you." Dumbledore whispered, quietly wiping away the wet marks from the corners of his eyes while wiping his glasses.

"It's my turn to thank you, Albus. I thought I'd never see you again."

Dumbledore was speechless, and then wiped his glasses more vigorously.

　Gone.

　　After taking cold medicine, my body felt too fragile.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)