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Chapter 324: Romance of the Old Times
Grindelwald, who had emerged from the Pensieve, did not explain too much to Dumbledore, but simply suggested that Dumbledore watch Harry's memory himself.

While Dumbledore was immersed in the Pensieve, Grindelwald silently looked at Harry who was teasing Fawkes, with a hesitant look on his face.

"Mr. Gellert, if you have anything you want to ask me, just ask directly." Harry didn't turn around, but he seemed to know Grindelwald's expression.

Grindelwald opened his mouth, but finally let out a long breath and said, "Nothing, Harry. I don't have anything to ask."

"Okay, Mr. Gellert." Harry stroked Fawkes' feathers with one hand, smiled at Grindelwald, and said:
"I should always be by Dumbledore's side. If you have any questions, you can always ask me."

"I will." Grindelwald looked at Harry with complicated eyes and nodded slowly.

After experiencing the strange journey in the Pensieve, Grindelwald had many uncertainties in his heart, but he was also certain of one thing -

Harry Potter was a powerful wizard whom he, or Dumbledore, should treat as an equal.

The principle of equal dialogue is equal exchange. An answer must be paid for with something of equal value.

Grindelwald had nothing to pay for the answer to his question.

……

Dumbledore emerged from his Pensieve memories, unaware of Grindelwald's thoughts.

He is now both relieved and scared.

His own reckless behavior would have ruined the good situation of the wizarding world if it weren't for Harry.

Fortunately, Harry's Memory Charm worked.

Oh, right, the forgetfulness spell!

"Harry." Dumbledore touched his nose and asked, "Harry, where is the special forgetfulness spell you mentioned in the library?"

"Second shelf, middle row of second year books, between a blue and a red book." Harry let go of Fawkes.

Fawkes chirped at Dumbledore twice in dissatisfaction, then jumped onto Harry's shoulder and rubbed him gently with his head.

"Hmm." Dumbledore groaned, thinking about how to use this unique spell, and said: "Harry, I believe you are tired today, go back to the dormitory and rest."

?

"Dumbledore, have you forgotten something?" Harry looked at him with a slightly disdainful look and said slowly:

"If you don't give me any benefits, how can you expect your people to work hard?"

"Are you going to follow Voldemort's example and not give me a penny?"

"Don't blame me for using Galleons to bribe members of the Order of the Phoenix when the time comes."

Dumbledore touched his nose, coughed dryly, and said, "You misunderstood, Harry."

"I'll give Gryffindor extra points."

"Lots of extra points," Dumbledore stressed.

"I feel that working under Mr. Gellert was much more comfortable than working with you, Dumbledore."

Harry looked at Dumbledore, whose expression changed slightly, and ignored his reaction and continued:

"If he hadn't been so extreme at the time, and if he had been a little gentler towards ordinary people, you wouldn't have had any chance of winning, right, Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore took a deep breath and asked, "How do you know this?"

"It's a secret," Harry looked at Dumbledore, watched the anger burn in his eyes, and then watched the anger slowly die out.

Harry smiled and continued, "I'm going to go out and take a Potions class with Mr. Snape. I'll buy the materials from Hogwarts."

"I'll get Severus back."

"But I don't want to." Harry spread his hands and said firmly, "I want to take outdoor classes."

"Harry, don't think I dare not--" Dumbledore picked up the Elder Wand, and his beard almost exploded, like an old lion whose territory was invaded.

"Albus!" Grindelwald grabbed Dumbledore's wand-holding hand tightly and interrupted him, "Promise Harry!" "Gellert?!"

If Harry heard correctly, there was a hint of grievance in Dumbledore's tone.

"Promise him, Albus. Believe me." Grindelwald stared at Dumbledore. His pure blue eyes, like clear water, cooled Dumbledore's angry heart.

"Okay." Dumbledore sniffed and finally said reluctantly: "I promise you, Harry."

"But I have to take you to see Snape in person. This is my bottom line."

"No problem." Harry raised a finger and continued, "But I have to appear in front of Mr. Snape within 1 day."

"Okay." Dumbledore pinched his nose and responded, then pinched his brows and said tiredly: "Go back and rest first, and then say goodbye to your friends. I will come to you after I have dealt with things."

Harry nodded, carried Fawkes back to the nest, and strolled out of the office.

Bang!
The office door was slammed shut by Dumbledore after Harry left.

"Gellert, what's going on?" Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald anxiously, desperately needing an explanation.

"First of all, the Elder Wand no longer recognizes you as its master, Albus." Grindelwald did not mention Harry first, but said something else.

"How could that be? Harry didn't defeat me with a spell - wait!" Dumbledore's intelligence began to return, and soon he suddenly realized: "You mean the Oblivion spell!?"

"That's right, Albus." Grindelwald felt relieved when he saw Dumbledore returning to normal.

My best friend is good in every way except that he tends to get carried away when excited and do some unexpected things.

Although he was not averse to Dumbledore's brain-congestion operation when the two of them were taking a bubble bath.

Cough!

Grindelwald straightened his expression and continued, "It's a good thing you didn't let Harry find out."

"No, you shouldn't say that."

"It's a good thing you didn't give Harry any leverage to ask for the Elder Wand, Albus."

"Gellert?" Dumbledore looked puzzled. "I acknowledge Harry's talent, but I feel like your attitude towards him is a bit -"

"Too cautious?"

"He is still a child. Even if the Elder Wand is dissatisfied with its user, he should not be able to tell the real reason why the spell backfired."

"Albus." Grindelwald shook his head slightly and put his hands on Dumbledore's shoulders, their eyes almost touching.
"Stop treating him like a child."

Grindelwald recounted his experience in the Pensieve, and Dumbledore suddenly felt a chill on his scalp.

"Harry was talking to me while you were looking at the Pensieve." Dumbledore dragged himself and slowly placed himself in the chair. "Merlin, how did he do that?"

"So, you can no longer treat him as a child, and you shouldn't put yourself in the position of a guide."

Dumbledore nodded woodenly.

Grindelwald sighed, walked behind Dumbledore, and held his head in his arms with some heartache.

"It's time for you to take a break, Albus. You have contributed too much to the wizarding world. From now on, it will be Harry and his friends' time."

"We old guys from the old times can just watch them silently from a distance."

Dumbledore closed his eyes, enjoying the tenderness for a while, then took Grindelwald's hand that was stroking his hair, opened his eyes and said:

"I understand. But at least wait until I deal with Voldemort. The remnants of our time will be dealt with by us."

"Will you help me, Gellert?"

"Of course." Grindelwald smiled a smile that charmed Dumbledore. "I will never learn to refuse you, Albus."

Fox suddenly chirped, covered his eyes with his wings, and his feathers burst into flames, making the whole office hot and restless.

(End of this chapter)