Even though they were just in contact with each other, Grindelwald was already on a par with Dumbledore.
Gwent focuses on layout and strategy, and they are the best among masters.
Dumbledore played the Dumbledore card, and Grindelwald also played the Grindelwald card.
Not surprisingly, the strength values of both sides are the same, so this is another draw.
"Gellert, the real prophecy is really terrifying." Dumbledore put away the Gwent cards on the table.
While shuffling the cards, he looked at the full moon hanging high in the night sky outside the window.
"Do you think if I had chosen to intervene just now, would it have changed the future?"
"Albus, you know the answer very well." Grindelwald caught the Gwent cards that were automatically shuffled in mid-air.
"Prophecy is different from foreknowledge. Although it has only one clear result, the destined future cannot be changed."
The sadness in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared little by little, "Is it like time magic can't change the past?"
"Yes." Grindelwald put the card on his right hand, "But we can change the process and make the future a little better."
Dumbledore, who was shuffling the cards, paused.
He stared into Grindelwald's candid eyes, and then continued shuffling the cards.
The speed is the same as before, but the eyes become more complicated.
The true prophecy will definitely happen, no matter how you try to avoid it, it will be in vain.
There are many monsters that can be called terrifying, and the dementors that dwell in the Scottish Highlands are just one of them.
Tonight is a full moon night, so there is a high possibility of a werewolf.
But those who settled in the Forbidden Forest were able to maintain a certain level of sanity after transformation.
With a "pop" sound, Dumbledore slapped the card on the table.
It's not too late to rush back now, but Grindelwald will obviously prevent him from leaving.
"Alas -" he sighed quietly, "Gellert, did you see something through precognition?"
Grindelwald drew 10 Gwent cards and played the first one with a playful expression.
The card transforms into Vincent wearing a Hogwarts uniform, with a wand in his left hand and a pistol in his right hand.
"I don't know the content of the prophecy, but I foresee that he will be in danger tonight."
"Life-threatening?"
"right."
Dumbledore remained silent and moved the deck to the right.
He is not needed to ensure the safety of his apprentices. It seems that he really places everything in the future.
"Gellert, you have really changed."
Grindelwald played the second card, "You have changed too, Albus.
Didn't you say that you hate divination classes? Why are you starting to believe in prophecies now?"
Hogwarts Castle appears behind the Vincent card.
"I have to believe it, Gellert."
"Albus, paying too much attention to prophecies will not lead to good results."
Dumbledore smiled mockingly, "If I could have stopped you earlier, would everything have been different?"
Grindelwald shook his head gently, "Don't blame yourself, you don't actually need to carry those shackles."
"Yes, Vincent once said so."
The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed.
Grindelwald played the third card, "Albus, it is a good thing to stay away from power disputes, but there are always people who flock to it."
The smile on Dumbledore's face gradually disappeared, "I don't care about them, as long as they don't remove me from the chocolate frog pictures... and Gwent."
In the west tower of the Hogwarts Castle card, a chubby owl appeared.
Then came the second and third one.
Grindelwald motioned for him to look at the card table.
We were chatting all the time and didn't notice this Tianhu gambit.
Dumbledore glanced at the cards in his hand, with a fooled expression on his face,
"Gellert, it seems that you have mastered the essence of Gwent."
He didn't even say that he had given up the turn. Is it really okay to make the decision on his own?
Grindelwald waved his hand and said, "You know my character. No matter what I do, I will go all out."
Dumbledore was completely speechless.
We haven’t seen each other for decades, but the routine is still indispensable.
No matter how he tried to remedy the situation, Grindelwald won this round after all.
A win in every sense of the word.
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forbidden forest,
A dozen werewolves came down the mountain and quickly came to their companions who were tied up in chains.
Their eyes are not blood red, but orange to represent sanity.
The leader of them was a werewolf who was nearly three meters tall and as strong as a bear.
"Ouch--" He howled and squatted down as if to express doubts.
After hesitating for a moment, he reached for the chains that bound the other party.
The werewolf standing behind saw this and broke the chain like the leader.
Compared with his companions, the werewolf with blood-red eyes was as thin as skin and bones.
After untying the restraints, he quickly stood opposite the werewolf leader, "Ouch!"
This is a threatening growl that is emitted when encountering an enemy.
Out of animal instinct, he subconsciously backed away, as if he was wary of his companions on the opposite side.
Blood-red eyes are a symbol of losing one's mind. The werewolf leader bowed his back and tried his best to express kindness.
"Ouch!" The other party obviously cannot communicate well.
Losing one's mind does not mean becoming a fool, let alone when numbers and size are not dominant.
When the werewolf with blood-red eyes saw that they were not coming, he took the opportunity and ran in the direction where the two young wizards left.
The werewolf leader howled and chased after him with his companions.
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…
There was a bright light moving near a bush not far away, and inside was Vincent and Hermione passing by.
Vincent's strength has regained some strength and he can barely walk.
Hermione still supported him, frowning in pain from time to time.
The ankle joint has been restored, but the pain will not completely disappear.
Vincent wanted to say something several times, but every time he saw the stubbornness on her face, he chose to give up.
He gave up persuasion, but not yet gave up hope.
"Look over there!" Hermione excitedly pointed her wand to the right.
There is a narrow cave in the distance. It is very small. It should not be the nest of the Acromantula.
Things were getting better and they finally found a safe place.
"Crunch, crunch -" The sound of intensive and rapid running came from behind.
Here we go, the werewolves are finally here.
"Let's go!"
Hope is not broken yet, they may not be able to get there first.
Just go faster, go faster.
"Uh-" Hermione suddenly felt a sharp pain in her left ankle that was far worse than before, and she staggered and almost fell.
Vincent put his arm around her shoulders in time, "Don't hold on, let me do it now -"
"Ouch--" The loud howl made the two people's expressions suddenly change.
Looking back, I can see a familiar tall and thin figure, and several taller and stronger figures.
There is still some distance from the cave. If they are unlucky and catch up, they might...
Vincent and Hermione stopped in perfect agreement and spoke almost at the same time:
"you go first!"
"you go first!"
One did not regain much strength, and the other did not fully heal his ankle.
Leave the other party behind and go first?
The two looked at each other, and both got answers from each other's eyes.
Since we came together, we must go back together.
Vincent raised his wand high, "Here comes the suitcase!"
After successfully casting the Flying Spell, he once again felt the exhaustion of his body being hollowed out.
Hermione supported him tightly, even though the pain in her ankle made her face turn pale.