A trace of pain flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, he shook his head and said softly, "Do you think I haven't seen that memory?"
"...Albus."
Grindelwald pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something.
However, after trying several times, the first-generation Dark Lord still couldn't say anything. He glanced at the gossipy white-haired dumpling sitting next to him, and all the words in his heart turned into a faint sigh.
They are no longer young, and there is no point in deceiving themselves or others anymore.
What's more, they are not the only ones present now. Let those old things be completely buried in the riverbed of history. There is no need to let those disgraceful things continue to be passed down.
However, what Grindelwald did not discover was...
At the same time, Elena, who was sitting next to her, nodded slightly thoughtfully, with a look of understanding on her face.
Although the dialogue between Dumbledore and Grindelwald was particularly erratic, and most people might not understand what they were saying, she, having read the original work, reacted almost immediately.
If nothing else, the two of them should be discussing the accident in which Dumbledore's sister died unexpectedly.
The event that took place on the eve of Dumbledore and Grindelwald's "eloping" affected the next half century and was a crucial turning point in the wizarding world...
"I do not deny that there are great goals in this world that are worthy of sacrifice, existences that are more important than death."
Before Elena could recall in detail, Dumbledore's voice continued to ring in her ears.
"But before that, I had to stick to some minimal bottom line. Even if it might make everything difficult or miss an opportunity - this is what I've been telling myself every day since then."
"Even if you kill one person, can you save the lives of ten or even hundreds of innocent people?"
Grindelwald shook his head in disbelief, his tone full of mockery.
"If every wizard who stands taller than ordinary people and sees farther thinks this way, then the world will be over long ago! Someone has to tell the people below what the future direction should be - at least which roads are certain
It's wrong, instead of sitting back and watching avoidable disasters happen one after another, and then coming out to clean up the mess."
"But on the other hand, Gellert, have you ever thought about..."
Dumbledore frowned, crossed his fingers in front of him, and said solemnly.
"For so many years, whether in the magical world or the non-magical world, it is precisely those who sacrifice others for the sake of grand causes and lofty goals regardless of the consequences, and have frequently plunged the world into disaster."
"I understand, Gellert Grindelwald, plunged the world into disaster?! This is your conclusion after all these years."
Grindelwald took a deep look at Dumbledore and grinned, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.
"Fifty years have passed. Although I have been in Nurmengard Castle, I am still very aware of what has changed in the outside world - indeed, I killed many wizards and started wars. But you have
I’ve never thought about why so many mixed-race wizards or hemp wizards have been born over the years?!”
"But thinking about it carefully afterwards, there was a more appropriate approach at the time, wasn't it? You admit this yourself."
"These are all necessary costs. If no one takes the initiative to take this step, you will never be able to achieve 100% perfection in something that cannot be repeated. Even to this day, I have never failed because of my goals.
Feel ashamed."
Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, stared at Dumbledore for a few seconds, and then asked slowly.
"It's you, Albus. More than ten years ago, when dealing with Voldemort, how many people lost their lives in vain because of your retreat. Have you ever thought about this problem yourself? Obviously you only need to kill some guys in time.
, you can quickly calm down the entire turmoil, rather than letting it eventually turn into the rise of another Dark Lord."
When he mentioned the Dark Lord, Grindelwald snorted noncommittally, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
After a slight pause, the first-generation Dark Lord continued to speak softly in his slow tone.
"Or maybe the experience of teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry made you forget how to fight?"
"Gellert, we all know that there are many ways to destroy a person in this world."
The old wizard shook his head and stared at Grindelwald through his half-moon glasses with azure eyes.
Although Dumbledore's voice was still as loud as before, every word carried weight. His slightly bent waist was completely straight, and his whole person seemed to be shrouded in a layer of sharpness, which made him look a bit scary.
"As you said, for more than ten years, I have had countless opportunities to kill Voldemort and eliminate the Death Eaters. However, this method of using violence against violence and killing against killing will never go back once it is crossed.
There’s no end.”
"Sometimes, I feel fear, not for you, Voldemort or anyone else in the wizarding world, but for myself - the most terrifying thing in this world is not the pure bad guy, but the one who has unleashed the beast in his heart.