HP Approaches the Magical World

　　 In a world full of sadness and indifference, love is always a noun that can warm people's hearts.

　　 Of course, Dumbledore was also betting. He was betting that since Grindelwald would close himself back then, he still will.

　　 Or there is another reason.

The lifespan of the legendary wizard is not much longer than that of ordinary wizards, but the pursuit of a higher realm is increasing, so he thinks that now Grindelwald might pay more attention to the improvement of his realm instead of returning to the magical world. The wind stirs the rain.

　　 If you really want to do something, you should come and see yourself first.

　　 Snape left worriedly, Dumbledore wanted to write again, but didn't know where to start.

　　 Originally Snape didn't say anything. He just didn't know about it. Gellert had been there for so long honestly, and there was no need to make a fuss if he wanted to come out and walk.

　　 Dumbledore felt that he should trust Gellert, as he said before.

　　 And now Gellert's affairs, in fact, in front of Voldemort, can't be regarded as important.

　　 It is very convenient for him to find Gellert. Within a certain distance, legendary wizards can sense each other's existence, unless the stronger party deliberately hides their existence-but Gellert did not do so.

　　 And the connection of blood alliance, even now, still hasn't disappeared.

　　 Grindelwald did not hide his meaning, he might even be hoping that Dumbledore would take the initiative to find him.

　　 All right, after all these years, he is not afraid to face Gellert again.

　　 But—Dumbledore pulled a new piece of parchment—he should have reminded the Muggles.

　　……

　　 If Gellert Grindelwald fears most now, then it is undoubtedly to face Dumbledore again.

　　 He has been autistic in Newmontgard for nearly fifty years. His longing for Dumbledore has increased unabated, but since he came out, he only came to the Dark Forest.

　　 is even more timid near hometown, he is not ready to face his Albus now.

　　 At this time, he was sitting on the branches of a tree, and the dark wizards below were busy with the ingredients and dark dishes of the celebration. Ilsa stood in the air beside her with a cane.

　　 "Great disaster, I hope you have mercy on the world."

　　 This kind of ballad comes from the distance of the forest. The ancient Nordic language is transmitted in the forest along with the music of the stream like the traditional harp, stirring the silver moonlight.

　　 But the time has not yet come.

　　 The gift of full moon cruise will reach its peak at midnight. Compared with the huge power at that time, the previous ones are just appetizers.

　　 "The tradition of fear of disasters is probably only heard here."

　　 Grindelwald said with emotion, and Ilsa on the side also echoed.

　　 "No one wants to forget the traditional things, but only old guys like us can remember them."

　　 Ilsa is older than Grindelwald. She stands beside Grindelwald like an old servant in a noble house.

　　 In fact, the dark wizards are just members of the wizard community. They are not unwilling to observe the order-as long as the order is reasonable to them.

　　 "But such a beautiful moonlight, only ancient ballads are too monotonous."

　　 Both of them did not mention anything about the "Renaissance of the Great Cause" in a tacit understanding. Grindelwald listened to the ballad in the distance and suddenly became interested: "Ilsa, is there a piano here?"

　　 "Of course, you wait a moment."

　　 There is no doubt, as long as Grindelwald wants it, not to mention the piano, it is a head drum.

　　 Ilsa's figure flickered, as if she had never left, and then she lowered her head: "In two minutes, there will be a piano coming. Where do you want to play this time?"

"Not urgent."

　　 Grindelwald looked at the bright moon, and said without hurriedness: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

　　 "There is nothing important. Your return is our gospel. Over the years, the old guys have died..."

　　 Ilsa is a little sad and authentic. She has lived a long time, and she doesn't know how long she will live, but the owner in front of her looks so young, she doesn't seem to be someone who has been polished by time.

She babbled about the dark wizards who have left over the years, as well as the rise, defeat, and escape of Voldemort, and came to the dark forest and left from here. When it came to leaving, she added: "Nagini also followed That Voldemort left with him."

　　 "Nagini?"

Grindelwald was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered: "You said that Credence's blood cursed lover, isn't she here to guard Credence's bones and wait for Nirvana? How could he be suddenly killed by Voldemort? Take it away?"

　　 "I don't know, but Credence's body is still placed under the Dark Mother Tree according to your instructions. Are you sure he can really Nirvana?"

　　 "Not sure, but people are dead anyway, try it."

　　 Grindelwald glanced at the thickest dark mother tree in the center of the forest, and immediately found his bandstand.

　　 "Just be there."

He murmured softly and waved his hand. The trees around the mother tree had many branches growing rapidly~www.wuxiahere.com~ A platform was constructed in midair. Without him speaking, there were already black wizards carrying pianos and chairs flying At the top, everything is arranged.

　　 Grindelwald flew to the top of the platform, dusted his clothes with his fingers, and bowed slightly.

　　 Greetings to the bright moon in the sky.

　　 Then he sat on the chair, closed his eyes, and pressed the key in front of him.

　　 Amidst the white light, a stone suddenly fell, bringing soft but firm ripples and spreading in all directions, carrying the power of music.

　　 is not to persuade people with strength, but to seek fellowship.

　　 Grindelwald likes to play the piano. For him, music has a special magic, so when the first note is pressed, all his mind is concentrated on the black and white keys in front of him.

　　 The movement in the memory seems to have come to life, the tenderness of meditation, the chanting of sadness, and the dark premonition slowly spread out in the performance of Grindelwald.

　　 The whole forest listened to it silently.

　　 The pure piano sound like a lotus blooming in the mud, detailed and calm with a little melancholy melody broadcast in the moonlight.

　　 This voice and the moon in the sky radiate each other, the light is extremely soft, and calmly broadcasts a bright and flawless glow into this frantic dark celebration.

　　 Driven by this music, the highest peak of this full moon cruise also arrived.

　　 Seems to congratulate the lucky one who received the greatest gift. Grindelwald's piano sound became more and more beautiful.

　　 Beethoven Moonlight Sonata, hereby present.