Lao Fu didn't know much about his dear professor. He guessed right, Dumbledore was really spying on everything.
Next to the entrance to Azkaban's prison above this underground cave.
However, the old man no longer looked forward with a cold look, but instead looked full of tiredness and weakness of sadness, staring at the scene surging in the mist in front of him with his lips pursed.
"Gellert, sometimes I really think I did something wrong."
Grindelwald clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the chaotic battlefield in the picture. Each of the old saints released various light effects explosions and smoke-filled magic secretly paddling, and he grinned happily.
"What should I say?" He turned his head, the azure blue strange boy was indescribably weird.
Obviously, at this time, he was looking at the future picture based on the current battle.
"I don't know..." Dumbledore pursed his lips, closed his wrinkled eyes weakly, and sighed slightly.
"Sometimes I wonder, if you had succeeded, if Tom had succeeded, what would the world have been like?"
"Maybe everything will turn out to be the worst, maybe everything won't be so bad."
Dumbledore opened his eyes and looked at the scene in the mist, and shook his head, "I looked at this Tom and thought of myself. Maybe we have strength that others don't have, but in the end we are all dragged into the infinite quagmire."
"Tom doesn't seem to be doing whatever he wants and causing wanton killing as I thought."
Killing as a means and killing as fun are two completely different things.
Because the killing of the former will be subdued by power.
It makes people meek and so pathetic.
If this is the case, then without Dumbledore, Grindelwald's victory in the end, or Tom's victory, would only lead the destiny of mankind to a different future.
The devastation he thought seemed to have not happened.
But what did he have to do, because he knew that if these two ambitious people were allowed to do whatever they wanted, ordinary wizards, and even more ordinary Muggles who could not cast spells, would be reduced to pigs and dogs.
Kill certain possibilities in the magical world in order to protect a wider range of ordinary people...
It seems like he has been doing this all his life.
But what if he didn't?
Waiting for the hustle and bustle of war to dissipate and everything to return to calm, it seems that human beings should continue on this way, right?
Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's weak state with some surprise, and couldn't believe that Deng, who had become domineering in character, had actually lost the vigor of his youth.
The young man who proposed 'for the greater good', the young man who aspired to change the world, is gone forever.
"Albus, you are really old..."
Grindelwald clicked his tongue with some distaste, "If you don't know, you would think that it's not me but you who has been locked up in the castle for decades!"
A joke was met with a dull sigh.
"Who says it's not..." Dumbledore's eyes were dark.
"I have done too many wrong things in my life." Dumbledore looked so deeply at Anton in the mist scene, at Severus who staggered up behind him, at Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom, and at
Tom, looking at those familiar figures.
"I think it's time to make some changes."
Grindelwald's eyes suddenly widened, and the picture of his gradually clear future suddenly became chaotic and unpredictable again.
"ha"
He smiled helplessly, blinked, and his blue eyes returned to calmness.
"very nice……"
"It's all in vain again!"
"Albus, what are you going to do?"
Dumbledore seemed to have figured something out and became much more relaxed. He gently took out the wand from the pocket of his wizard robe and smiled slightly, "I want to be like Anton and firmly protect what I want to protect."
People and everything.”
"I want to be like Tom and be brave enough to do what I think is right and no longer be bound by the world."
"I want to be like you, to embrace change, to join change, to promote change!"
"Stop thinking about meaningless balances and compromises."
"Before that, I need to stop this battle that shouldn't have happened, let everything calm down, and give me some time to think carefully."
In the words of that child Anton, this is called tactical family change. From now on, he will be the former Voldemort, and Voldemort will be the former Dumbledore. Hehe
As he spoke, he gently tapped the wand in his hand in the direction of the ground, "Tarantella!"
In 79 AD, the wizard Zachariah Innocenti abused the dance spell on Mount Vesuvius, causing the volcano to erupt.
This historical record is obviously very enlightening.
As Dumbledore released the curse, the underground cavern beneath his feet began to tremble.
The battle in the mist scene stopped instantly, and everyone was shaken unsteadily by the bumpy ground. They looked up in horror at the rustling dirt falling downwards.
"Merlin's beard is going to collapse here!"
There were shrill screams, accompanied by all kinds of screams and noises, and the fighting stopped instantly.
Everyone is trying to find a way to leave the three underground floors, and they no longer have the heart to fight.
"Damn it, no apparation allowed here!"
"Oh, are we going to die here?" Someone used transfiguration to try to create a stone staircase that led directly to the outside, but found that the light of the curse flickered on the wall for a moment and then dissipated. Obviously, this is the Ministry of Magic.
The walls of the prison were cast with extremely strong protective magic.
Even the most bellicose Bella had to fight and retreat under Neville's attack. She must guard her master closely at this moment!
The friends in the hut returned to Anton. George shook the oil lamp in his hand and smiled proudly, "Maybe it can be of great use at this time!"
"Yes!" Fred put his hands on his hips, beaming, "As if by fate, we originally planned to store it in the warehouse, aha, it's time to show them the magical alchemy magic props created by the hut together.
Got it!"
"Dad, Mom!" Neville called loudly to the Longbottoms, "Come here quickly, we will take you out!"
Anton didn't speak, he just squinted his eyes and looked up at the position above the crowd thoughtfully.
In such a place of confinement deep underground, without magical animals and magical plants, and without everything in nature that intelligent beings are accustomed to contact, the desires of the human mind suddenly become so clear.
Originally, people here had different thoughts, and they all had their own differences. They seemed so mixed that you couldn't feel anything at all.
But at this time, it seems that every soul's desire has reached unity.
That is the most primitive impulse of human beings, the desire to survive, so pure.
Anton waved his magic wand gently, leveraging the gathered collective consciousness, and felt a thin but far-reaching and huge magic power.
It's so interesting, like a small galaxy, with bright hearts shining in it.
Then, he easily felt the reason why this underground cave was rapidly collapsing - the dance curse.
An extremely simple spell that a young wizard can learn to use in first grade.
Show off
What an exquisite spell!
What a familiar way to cast a spell!
Anton raised the corner of his mouth slightly. When it comes to guiding the situation, Lao Deng's operations are simply extremely skillful. He can cast spells so easily and casually, and easily produce such impressive effects.
Different wizards have different personalities, which in turn affects their spellcasting methods.
On the ground, a ball of water mist that could not be dispersed in the sea breeze rolled, and the picture inside suddenly flickered slightly, revealing Anton's smiling face.
"Ah"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and said, "I've been discovered."
He smiled and glanced at Dumbledore, who shrugged at him.
When the sea breeze came, the water mist was suddenly blown, swayed, drifted, moved, diffused and enveloped the two old men, and finally disappeared into the air.
And disappearing without a trace along with the mist, were their figures.