Faced with the eager eyes of the Austrian Federal Police and the enthusiastic onlookers of the Salzburg middle-aged and elderly walking group, the Austrian Ministry of Magic wizards who realized their situation did not hesitate for long.
Soon, under the leadership of Pope Rozier, everyone in the Austrian Ministry of Magic followed their inner guidance, walked out of the hospital building gracefully, got into a police car and left - abiding by the law and waiting for the Ministry of Magic to release the bail.
The safest and smartest thing to do.
As the lights of the last police car disappeared at the end of the winding road, the whole incident seemed to have come to an end.
However, the crowd gathered at the entrance of the hospital did not disperse, quietly looking at the black fabric still floating in the sky, waiting for the person who summoned them to appear again.
They have been waiting for this moment for so many years, and they don't mind waiting a little longer.
Finally, a slightly thin and lonely figure appeared on the trail up the mountain. He was as unhurried and unhurried as in the impression, but he was also far older and older than the "god"-like figure that everyone imagined.
haggard.
"I am coming."
Across the street, Gellert Grindelwald slowly stopped, his eyes slowly swept over the familiar and unfamiliar faces, smiled slightly, and nodded to everyone - his tone was particularly calm, as if
Only one afternoon has passed since the last time we met.
Even though his face and body shape had undergone earth-shaking changes, as the old wizard's voice sounded again, the once arrogant shadow traveled through time and space and merged with the current Grindelwald, and no one had any doubts.
"Grindelwald."
"Grindelwald."
"Grindelwald."
There was a small commotion in the crowd, and many people kept murmuring Grindelwald's name in a low voice as if they were possessed, while more people had a look of relief on their faces - and a sense of loss.
Confused.
Forty-six years have passed since the last gathering, which is really... too long.
Long enough to turn all stories into legends, long enough to contain all the passion and impetuosity into steel-like silence, long enough that they have forgotten what they once wanted to say...
I don’t know when, but for most saints, when Gellert Grindelwald is no longer a target, the process of waiting and searching is the spiritual pillar that supports their lives.
There was a long silence, without any movement. The joy of reunion that everyone originally imagined did not appear, and a complex emotion gradually spread in the air.
Across a street, the wrinkled old devil and his equally old followers looked at each other silently, as if there was a mirror between them.
From the wrinkles on the faces that were no longer young, Gellert Grindelwald could vaguely see his own shadow, as well as his undisguised disappointment - of course, this was to be expected.
"Of course, as you can see, I am old, we are all old. Just this morning, I even almost died from a small sudden illness. This world is no longer the era that belongs to us.
.”
As if unaware of the depressing atmosphere, Grindelwald shrugged, took the initiative to break the silence, and said with a relaxed expression, "However, I am very happy to see you all again. Not because you responded to my call as always -
—But, you all seem to be in good health, not suffering from persecution or poverty..."
Gellert Grindelwald turned his head and looked into the distance. A long line of Salzburg police cars had appeared on the main trunk of the city. A joyful smile from the heart bloomed on the old wizard's face.
"Obviously, you have not given up on your ideals because of my departure, nor have you indulged in past experiences and missed the life that should belong to you."
Everything has value.
For Grindelwald, it is far easier to sacrifice oneself than to sacrifice anyone else, as long as doing so can bring him closer to his ideal.
After the turmoil caused by Grindelwald back then, it was just like the agreement after the duel.
Albus Dumbledore did not break his promise. He used the method he was accustomed to, in a gentler and longer way, to push the entire magical world in the direction that the two of them had expected - not even Voldemort could stop it.
The emergence of all this.
If there is only one regret among all of this, then it is undoubtedly the saints in front of us who have never given up on their ideals.
As a price, the Saints, along with Gellert Grindelwald, will bear all the charges of provoking the war, and then be forgotten by everyone.
"Forty-six years... We have been waiting in this city for forty-six years."
Kurt Maier, who was standing at the front of the crowd, took a deep breath, walked out of the crowd, looked at Grindelwald and said softly, "If you never show up, maybe we will continue to wait for another forty-six years - until
We are buried in the grave.”
"I know." Grindelwald nodded gently.
"I don't know what others think, but the reason why I come here is not to get any praise. It's not to lament the changes of the years and reminisce about the past - those things, I only need to look in the mirror every morning to do those things
arrive."
"Ku..."
Mrs. Meyer squeezed her husband's hand with some worry, but unconsciously took a step forward and stood side by side with the man.
"Grindelwald."
Kurt Meier patted the back of his wife's hand, raised his head, and looked directly into Grindelwald's eyes, as fearlessly as he did every time he met in the hall of Nurmengard Castle half a century ago.
"If you're just saying these silly things, then you shouldn't show up again."
"so?"
Grindelwald raised his eyebrows with interest and signaled the wizard to continue speaking, without any sign of being angry at being contradicted.
"You are not an omniscient and omnipotent god, nor a flawless saint. Over the years, you have been absent from almost all changes in the magical world... You are no longer as powerful and knowledgeable as you once were."
Kurt Meyer looked at Grindelwald deeply and said word by word.
As the wizard's words became more and more rude, Grindelwald still showed no angry expression, but nodded generously.
"You're right, the world has changed too much. To be precise, even back then, I still didn't fully see the world. As for now, let alone..."
"So... you can no longer shoulder all the responsibilities alone."
Kurt Meyer took another small step forward, lowered his head slightly, got down on one knee, hid his expression in the darkness, and said the words that he had not had time to say forty-six years ago.
"No matter what you plan to do, please don't leave us behind this time."
"Sacrifice for your ideals should not be just your right...this...is unfair..."
"And I..." Mrs. Meyer smiled slightly, walked to her husband, made a fist with her right hand and put it on her chest, and got down on one knee.
"Me too..." An old gentleman wearing a single-sided glasses also came out.
"Old Kurt, you are so cunning..." The middle-aged woman in a plaid skirt wiped her eyes and cursed with a smile.
"Since you have ended our waiting, we have to make up for it with a new mission." A wizard with slightly white temples came out and looked at Grindelwald with a playful smile, just like fifty years ago.
"We are always by your side and never leave..."
"I can beat at least five of those little guys today."
"Give orders what we need to do."
"..."
The smile on Grindelwald's face slowly faded, and he glanced silently at the white-haired wizard in front of him, then raised his head and looked at the group of wizards with the same expression, and suddenly his brows relaxed.
Yes, it is people like this, and only people like this, who can truly change the world. What is he worried about?
Grindelwald nodded vigorously and slowly, walked across the street, and walked toward the crowd, his tone as proud and proud as ever.
"Of course, this is also the purpose of my calling you again. I hope that you can live as long as possible. Let the world not forget the existence of Grindelwald and the saints..."
As he spoke, a carefree and exquisite little face appeared in front of Grindelwald's eyes, with a touch of tenderness flashing in his eyes.
"This mission may be extra long, from now until you close your eyes forever..."
The newborn new world has emerged. Although she doesn't know yet what she is about to face, that day will come.
Before that, as an old guy who should have entered the garbage heap of history long ago, the only thing that can be done is to give her as much time and space to grow as possible - and, when necessary, take the initiative to bear all the harm, even if it turns out to be fatal.
For ashes.
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rua~I like this world~
I really hope that I can have the writing skills of those great masters, but it still feels a little lacking in taste.
Destination, pillar, loss, confusion, heartache, expectation, cohesion... these are roughly the emotions.
If possible, um, can you teach me what needs to be modified or how to write it better. A fat chicken can't wait to become fat in an instant...