Harry Potter – Approaching the Magic World

In the Human World full of sadness and indifference, love is always a noun that can warm people's hearts.

Dumbledore is of course also betting. He is betting that since Grindelwald would close himself back then, he still will.

Or there is another reason.

Legendary wizard’s lifespan does not grow much longer than ordinary wizards, but the pursuit of higher realm is increasing, so he thinks that now Grindelwald may pay more attention to his realm improvement instead of returning Go to the magic circle and stir the wind and rain.

If you really want to do something, you should come and see yourself first.

Snape left worriedly, and Dumbledore wanted to write again, but didn't know where to start.

Originally, Snape didn't say anything. He just didn't know about it. Gellert had been there obediently and honestly for so long, and there was no need to make a fuss about nothing if he wanted to walk around.

Dumbledore felt that he should trust Gellert, as he said before.

And now Gellert's affairs, in fact, in front of Voldemort, can't be regarded as important.

It is very convenient for him to find Gellert. Within a certain distance, Legendary wizards can sense each other's existence, unless the stronger party deliberately hides their existence-but Gellert did not do so.

Moreover, the connection of blood alliances, even now, still hasn't disappeared.

Grindelwald didn't hide his meaning, he might even be hoping Dumbledore would take the initiative to find him.

It's okay no matter what, after all these years, he is not afraid to face Gellert again.

But—Dumbledore pulled a new parchment—he should have reminded muggle.

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If Gellert Grindelwald fears most now, then it is undoubtedly to face Dumbledore again.

Nurmengard has been autistic for nearly fifty years, and his thoughts about Dumbledore have increased unabated, but since he came out, he only came to Dark Forest.

Being closer to hometown is more timid, he is not ready to face his Albus now.

At this time, he is sitting on the branches of a tree, and the dark wizards below are busy with the ingredients and dark dishes of the celebration, and Ilsa is standing next to her with a cane in the air Among.

"Great disaster, I hope you have mercy on the world."

Such songs come from the distance of the forest. The ancient Nordic language is accompanied by the flowing water of the traditional harp. The sound of music spread through the forest, stirring up the silver moonlight.

But the time has not yet come.

The gift of the full moon cruise will reach its peak at midnight. Compared with the huge power at that time, the previous ones are just appetizers.

"The tradition of fearing disasters and disasters is probably only heard here."

Grindelwald said emotionally, and Ilsa on the side also echoed it.

"No one wants to forget the traditional things, but only those of us Old Guy remember."

Ilsa is older than Grindelwald, she stands By Grindelwald's side, it was like an old servant in a noble house.

Actually, the dark wizard is just a member of the wizard group. They are not unwilling to follow the observe order-as long as the order is reasonable for them.

"But such a beautiful moonlight, only the ancient ballads are too monotonous."

Both of them did not mention anything about the "Renaissance of the Great Cause" very tacitly, Grindelwald Listening to the ballad in the distance, I suddenly became interested: "Ilsa, is there a piano here?"

"Of course, wait a moment."

There is no doubt, as long as Grindelwald wanted it, not to mention the piano, but the head drum.

Ilsa's silhouette flickered, as if she had never left, then she lowered her head: "After two minutes, there will be a piano coming. Where do you want to play this time?"

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"Not in a hurry."

Grindelwald looked at the bright moon, neither too fast nor too slow and said: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"There is nothing important. Your return is our gospel. Over the years, the Old Guys have died..."

Ilsa is a little sad and authentic. She has lived for a long time, I don’t know. How long can I live, and the owner in front of me still looks so young, not at all like someone who has experienced time polishing.

She talked about the dark wizards who had left over the years, as well as the rise, defeat, and escape of Voldemort, and came to the Dark Forest and left from here. When it came to leaving, she added another sentence "Nagini also followed Voldemort."

"Nagini?"

Grindelwald was taken aback for a moment, and then he remembered: "You said that Credence got caught Blood cursed lover, isn’t she here to wait for Nirvana with Credence’s bones? How come Voldemort was taken away suddenly?"

"I don’t know, but Credence His body is still placed under the Dark Mother Tree according to your instructions. Are you sure he can really Nirvana?"

"Not sure, but everyone is dead anyway, try it."

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Grindelwald glanced at the thickest dark mother tree in the center of the forest, and immediately found his bandstand.

"It's all right there."

He whispered softly, waved his hand, the mother tree all around is the tree has many branches growing rapidly, weaving in midair A platform, without him speaking, there is already a dark wizard flying up to it with a piano and chair, and everything is set up.

Grindelwald flew to the platform, dusted his clothes with his fingers, and bowed slightly.

Greetings to the bright moon in the sky.

Then he sat on the chair, closed his eyes, and pressed the key in front of him.

Among the white rays of light, a stone suddenly fell, bringing soft but firm ripples to all directions, with the power of music.

It is not to persuade people with strength, but to seek similarities.

Grindelwald likes to play the piano. For him, music has a special magic power, so when the first note is pressed, all his mind is concentrated on the black and white keys in front of him Above.

The movement in the memory seems to have come alive. The tenderness of meditation, the chanting of sadness, and the dark premonition all slowly unfolded and transmitted through Grindelwald's performance.

The whole forest listened to it silently.

The pure piano sound like a lotus blooming in the mud, detailed and calm with a little melancholic melody spread in the moonlight.

The sound and the moon in the sky are shining each other, and the rays of light are extremely soft, calmly spreading a bright and flawless glow into this frantic dark celebration.

With the impetus of this music, the most peak of this full moon cruise also arrived.

Seems to congratulate the lucky one who received the greatest gift. Grindelwald's piano sound became more and more beautiful.

Beethoven Moonlight Sonata is hereby presented.