Chapter 187: “The Fight Between Dumbledore and Grindelwald”

When Sean saw those huge, glowy eyes, it was too late for him to react.

He heard Dave’s wild and violent voice, a huge creature breaking through the water, and his wand falling to the ground.

However, those voices became weaker and weaker, and Sean’s vision suddenly became blurred. He felt his body getting lighter as if someone had hooked his hair with a hook and pulled him up slowly.

“Two Basilisks? I’m…” The last thought flashed through his mind, and Sean’s consciousness sank into darkness.

Dave’s voice echoed for a long time.

—-

At night, in the principal’s office, two old men were sitting on armchairs, talking face to face.

“Albus, I’ve reminded you many times,” Grindelwald said with a serious face, and he twisted his short beard slowly, “Whether the prophecy comes true depends on us and the child. But no matter what, you must remember that some nasty things have awakened.”

Opposite him was Dumbledore, and he looked a little tired. He propped up his right hand and massaged his temple.

“I understand, Gellert. But that’s not something we can stop. A gap has been revealed between the trance and reality…”

Grindelwald cut him off roughly, “Albus. You’re too gentle with those awakened old immortals!”

He took out a crystal bottle from his arms, then uncorked the bottle and poured the transparent liquid inside into Dumbledore’s other hand. After touching the liquid, the skin on it suddenly became shriveled as if it had been air-dried.

Dumbledore didn’t stop his movement. After the liquid fell, his tired expression showed a bit of relaxation, and then he sighed.

“Thanks for the potion, Gellert. It makes me feel better.”

Grindelwald snorted coldly, then resealed the remaining half of the crystal bottle and placed it heavily on the desk.

“Such is the great Dumbledore. In order to liberate a decayed soul, he is willing to use his body to bear down the ancient curse.” He sneered, “Do you think you can already compete with Merlin?”

Dumbledore was not displeased in any way and smiled, “Gellert. When we were young, one of the most common words you said was, ‘Oh, Merlin’s beard. From now on, I want those children to make the change.’.”

“That’s still my goal now,” Grindelwald said bluntly.

Dumbledore spread his hands and then changed the subject, “Come on, Gellert. We have to investigate more. The revival of the ancients has been appearing too frequently and I’m terrified that Merlin will show up one day. God, Paracelsus has given us enough trouble.”

“That’s because you are unwilling to obliterate him completely and are trying to save an ancient soul that has long been covered in dust. They are no longer the great wizards they were once known for!” Grindelwald said loudly, “If you die from your own mercy one day, don’t expect me to mourn for you.”

“That would be great. I’m not asking much, but can you throw a few packs of Cockroach Clusters candy on my grave later?” Dumbledore looked at him.

Grindelwald said angrily, “I will catch hundreds of live cockroaches and bury them with you.”

“Well, this topic can be discussed later. We have to discuss the current situation. During this period of time, I found a pattern, the ancients awakened from that land are all wizards with powerful magic. However, the more powerful they are, the more rational they can maintain themselves. Maybe we can communicate with them.”

Grindelwald sneered, “Isn’t Paracelsus strong enough? Do you realize that he’s not in the right mind? They should have slept in the long river of history long ago, and eradicating them from reality is the best way to end it.”

“Gellert, your methods are too extreme.”

“No, Albus. You have been too merciful all along. Anything that threatens the continued existence of wizards should be wiped out.”

“Does that include Sean?”

Grindelwald suddenly fell silent.

Dumbledore smiled heartily, stood up, turned his back to Grindelwald, and said, “Gellert, everything has two sides…”

He talked about his thoughts endlessly, not noticing that Grindelwald’s eyes became deep and sad.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the principal’s office.

Grindelwald’s body twisted and turned into another person.

“Albus? Oh, I didn’t know you had a visitor, but I have to inform you that…” Professor McGonagall looked very anxious. She glanced around the office and at Grindelwald, who had transformed into someone else.

Dumbledore nodded, “It’s okay, this is my old friend. You can speak it directly here.”

Professor McGonagall was a little puzzled. She had never seen this person, but since Dumbledore said so, he should be a trustworthy person.

“Sean is gone.” Professor McGonagall took a deep breath and said quickly.

Dumbledore’s smile disappeared, and he looked at her, “Minerva?”

“Just now, Miss Granger came over. She said that she hadn’t seen Sean all day and wanted to ask if he was studying in a professor’s office. I’ve asked every professor, and they didn’t see Sean either.”

Dumbledore’s eyes became serious. He pondered for a while and then said, “I see. Minerva, it would be best if you went back first. I probably know where Sean has gone.”

“You know?” Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank God.”

When Professor McGonagall left, Grindelwald returned to his original appearance. He casually leaned back on the chair and said in a relaxed tone, “Sean is exactly like me. He probably got curious and ran to The Chamber of Secrets, right? I guess that old Slytherin caught him. Now, Albus. How much sanity can these revived ancients have?”

“Watch your words when confronting one of the founders of Hogwarts, Gellert.”

“Come on. Don’t you still have to rely on me to enter that room?” Grindelwald smiled.

Dumbledore glanced at him and finally shook his head helplessly.