"I used to think that Anton was the person I should be wary of the most. The harm he could cause was too great." Dumbledore stared at the clouds outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. "I had to think hard.
There are some ways to put some restrictions on it.”
"Anton is indeed the most dangerous." Grindelwald smiled and shrugged, picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip. His eyes lit up, and he took another sip.
"In the original trajectory of his destiny, Voldemort should have become more and more like a retard."
"Obviously, Anton's appearance gave him the opportunity to complete his soul."
Dumbledore pursed his lips and shook his head slowly, "Now that the matter is over, it doesn't make any sense to tell who caused such a result. Fate is unpredictable. Maybe I didn't use such strong methods to make him admit his mistake, and in the
If he was given more guidance during his studies, he would not have had so many problems."
He breathed out softly and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly, "Those who play with people's hearts will always be backlashed by their hearts..."
"Tom is a Tom, for the greater good?"
"Oh, just him?"
Dumbledore knew this student too well. Whether his soul became more complete or turned into a monster, Tom's selfishness and indifference in his bones could not be changed.
Such a person may use it to achieve something "for the greater good", but people will eventually discover that this person is called the Dark Lord for a reason.
The wind howled, rolling up clouds and rushing towards Hogwarts. Water vapor filled in through the open windows, making people's faces feel a little cold.
The office became very quiet for a while.
I don't know how long it took, but Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore and asked, "What are you going to do?"
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, "What he is doing now is obviously beneficial to the development of the wizarding world. I look forward to observing more of the consequences of his attempts in the future."
"When necessary, stand up and stop him. The good results will be retained, and the bad results will perish with Tom's failure."
Dumbledore was silent for a while, sighed secretly, turned to look at Grindelwald, he opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to speak.
"Oh" Grindelwald raised his glass, "No need to say sorry, maybe we should pay more attention to Tom."
Lao Deng stared at Grindelwald for a while, "Of course you will pay attention to Tom. You should have paid attention to Tom a long time ago. After analyzing Anton's feelings for Tom, you will definitely make some plans accordingly. I know you
It will definitely be done.”
He curled his lips and said, "So many old saints ran to help Tom. Tom, a stupid kid, doesn't understand how loyal the saints are to your faith. I'm afraid you thought these people had given up on you at this time. Oh, he
That might not even be considered."
Lao Ge blinked, looking innocent.
Lao Deng sneered, walked behind the table and sat down, crossing his hands and fingers on the table, his sharp gaze shining through his half-moon eyes.
"He doesn't know about you. Seeing that you haven't done anything since you left Nurmengard, he probably thought that you were old and weak, had lost your sharpness, and had no more ambitions."
"People like him think that staying in a dark corner and waiting for resurrection means they are patient. Oh, he doesn't know what patience is at all."
"Otherwise I wouldn't have fished him out with a magic stone."
"Let me guess..."
"Lucius Malfoy has gradually lost his decisive role for Tom, so he was kicked to the magic school as the principal. Nowadays, there are more pure-blood families and forces that can provide Tom with more resources.
He will soon take Malfoy's place."
"Severus Snape killed him, and now he has completely turned against him."
"Bella and Little Barty only know how to kill, not to mention the ability to govern. I'm afraid it's difficult to maintain normal sanity at the most basic level."
"As for the other Death Eaters or the new subordinates, I'm afraid they won't impress him either."
"On the contrary, those of your saints were already elites in the wizarding world in the past. After so many years of fighting and development, most of them have now either become experts and masters in various fields, or have become some big forces with the right to speak.
people."
"I am afraid……"
"Tom doesn't even know that almost all the people he can rely on now are saints?"
"Then, when Tom has worked hard to develop everything in order to practice 'for the greater good', and when I finally can't stand Tom and kills him, then the wizards in America will probably be eager to support you, right?
"
"Even if many of their beliefs have been shaken, at that moment, the only one who can bring them a sense of security, provide them with shelter and guide them, is you the only one?"
"You are a dove and a magpie's nest conspirator. Don't even pay too much for it. Just drink black tea leisurely and wait for those people to beg you to sit on the throne."
"Oh, oh," Grindelwald waved, "Don't say that, I'm just a little old man enjoying his quiet time in retirement."
Dumbledore didn't know why he suddenly thought of a sentence he had read in Anton's mind during Legilimency earlier - I believe you, you are such a bad old man.
He took off his glasses tiredly, pinched the bridge of his nose, and murmured, "Tom, Anton, and you... are all worried."
Old Deng is so tired.
Sometimes he even wants to say, forget it, otherwise you can play whatever you want, I will not get involved in this game!
But such emotions were quickly suppressed.
He, Albus Dumbledore, was probably the only person in the wizarding world who could possibly put the brakes on these three terrible guys.
Even if he found someone worthy of his faith, Dumbledore would not feel so tired.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Sometimes before I fall asleep, I drink a glass of wine, lie gently on the soft bed, put my hands on my stomach, and prepare to fall asleep..."
"I have such expectations. It would be great if I couldn't wake up."
"Hey" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore with a smile, "You think you understand me, and I understand you, Albus, your heart is more restless than me, than Tom, and than Anton.
"
"There is a devil in everyone's heart, and you are fighting against that devil. It is simply a bad idea. You don't know how to use the power of this devil, guide it, and tame it like we do."
"No need!" Dumbledore rolled his eyes, "I am already over a hundred years old, and now that I hear you talk about these things, I feel nothing in my heart. You should leave it to confuse others."
"How can this be said to be bewitchment?" Grindelwald looked unhappy, "You must have heard Aberforth say too many bad things about me to think so!"
"I'm not Tom!" Dumbledore glared at him, "I have an IQ!"
"Oh that's great!"
Grindelwald obviously can't stay here for too long. He and Dumbledore are both the kind of people who are patient enough to wait for everything to change, and Anton is the kind of magic fanatic who doesn't care about anything except magic in his head, but they
After all, such people are a minority in the wizarding world.
Countless people have heard the news and are now trying to contact them through various channels.
"I already said I retired, but they still don't believe it. It's really..." Grindelwald drank the last sip of black tea with a look of helplessness and asked Dumbledore if he could call those skilled home-raised children at Hogwarts.
The elves refilled their glasses.
"Go, go," Lao Deng urged him to get out with an impatient look. "There are too many people from the Order of the Phoenix, the school, the Ministry of Magic, and the International Federation of Wizards looking for me. I'm going to get busy!"
"I'm over a hundred years old, and I still don't know how to enjoy life. I'm so tired, tsk tsk tsk." Lao Ge looked disgusted, stood up slowly, and walked slowly into the fireplace of the principal's office with his hands behind his back. Following a blaze of fire,