Harry looked at him seriously.

Casting spells without a wand and making it seem so effortless - this was something he could hardly do. His current level of wandless spellcasting was only at the level of using a levitation spell to float up a few pieces of paper. If the number of pieces exceeded seven, or the weight was greater than seven pieces of parchment, he would have difficulty controlling it smoothly with magic.

"Don't look at me like that. We are not enemies now." Grindelwald shook his head and snapped his fingers lightly.

Two chairs came out with a clatter.

He sat back.

Harry and Dumbledore sat down as well.

"Thank you. My favorite brandy." Grindelwald couldn't wait to pour himself a glass of wine. "I haven't had it for a long time. I miss it so much."

Dumbledore also poured himself a glass of wine, which was rare.

"So, why did you come to visit me?" After taking a sip, Grindelwald leaned back lazily and looked at them with half-opened eyes.

Harry asked him, "Don't you have clairvoyance?"

"The Sky Eye can let me see the future." Grindelwald shook his head. "And it's an uncertain future, Potter. The future is not something mysterious. It's like a bitch, changing anytime and anywhere."

"It's hard to even determine the facts, let alone people's hearts?"

He is careless.

"Gellert, I..." Dumbledore said softly.

"Albus." Grindelwald waved his hand. "We are not that estranged yet."

Harry spoke without hesitation: "We want to find out about Avalon from you."

Grindelwald was stunned. He shook his head helplessly and drank the remaining wine in the glass: "Potter, you should shut up and let the two of us old guys relive the past."

"You won't die anytime soon." Harry shook his head. "Take advantage of the fact that you are still sober and have not drunk much to ask me the important questions."

Grindelwald muttered, "You're really ruining the mood."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, exhaled long and quietly, raised his hand, and put the wine in the glass with tiny and dense ripples into his mouth.

"Avalon." Grindelwald refilled his glass and continued quietly, "I have never been there."

"In the past, Albus and I were obsessed with the three holy relics in pursuit of greater power."

"To be precise, it's not just the Three Sacred Relics. We have pursued many powerful forces. Avalon, as the promised land and utopia, is naturally one of our goals."

"But the popular Avalon is much harder to find than the three sacred artifacts."

"At least we had found some clues about the Elder Wand, and even knew who held it. However, we couldn't resist the powerful force at that time. Wouldn't it be better to have one more copy?"

"So, we set out on a journey to find Avalon."

He paused and moistened his throat with wine: "But this was not a pleasant journey. Albus always had to go home, and our conflicts began to emerge at that time..."

Harry coughed twice, reminding him not to waste his time on "unimportant" matters.

Grindelwald paused, took a breath, and then continued, "Oh, well, actually we have found the entrance to Avalon, but unfortunately the utopia was sealed by the fog, and we couldn't find any way to get in at the time."

"Later, some conflicts broke out."

"I have found the Elder Wand again. Our quest for Avalon ends here."

Harry nodded. "Sealed in the mist? Then you should know how to get in? Or when the mist will be lifted?"

Grindelwald smiled and said softly, "Of course, of course I know."

"The method to enter Avalon is actually very simple. The answer is hidden in the riddle. Many stories have already told us, haven't they?"

Harry thought of something, and he took a deep breath: "Only the dead can enter Avalon?"

"No……"

He quickly shook his head, rejecting his own statement.

Voldemort said he had entered Avalon when he was still young - and not yet dead.

Harry frowned and began to recall the myths and legends about Avalon.

According to legend, King Arthur was seriously injured in the Battle of Modmore. When he was on the verge of death, several fairies appeared and led King Arthur to Avalon. It is rumored that he was buried in Avalon. Of course... there are also rumors that King Arthur is not dead. He is recuperating in the Golden Apple Garden and will reappear when the people need him.

Harry raised his head, his brows still furrowed. "So, only people who are dying can enter Avalon?"

Grindelwald nodded. "You appear to be as sharp as the newspapers say."

"Only those who are near death, or half dead, can enter Avalon."

He put the cup down and shook his head.

"Horcruxes are such evil magic."

"I almost fell in love with it back then, but who could have thought that the magic that aspires to achieve immortality would have already entered the realm of death when it was used?"

Harry shook his head: "I don't want to become that half-human half-ghost."

"Horcruxes are not the only magic that has this effect." Grindelwald shook his head. "Let me think about it..."

"It is rumored that if you gather the three holy artifacts, you will have the power of the god of death. If you get all of them, you can control the boundaries between life and death. It will not be difficult to pass through the mist and enter Avalon."

Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged.

"The three holy relics are already in our hands." Harry said softly, "but they seem to be just more powerful magic props, not the so-called power of death."

Grindelwald was not surprised.

Harry flicked his wand and the Invisibility Cloak flew out of the Sorting Hat and landed lightly on the table.

Dumbledore placed his wand on the table.

"Where is the Resurrection Stone?" Grindelwald asked.

Harry answered him, "It's in the hands of Professor Sprout, the head of Hufflepuff at Hogwarts. She doesn't trust it to Dumbledore or me, so she has kept it. If you want to see it, bring Professor Sprout with you next time Dumbledore sees you."

As he spoke, he paused.

"But let me make it clear in advance that the Resurrection Stone does not have the ability to truly revive a person. Ariana is dead and she will not be able to come back to life."

Grindelwald waved his hand: "Potter, you don't have to be so blunt."

Harry smiled softly: "You deliberately changed the subject to this, isn't it just for this? Isn't it good for me to tell you?"

Grindelwald fell silent.

"What's the second way?" Harry asked him.

Grindelwald took a deep breath and shook his head to pull back his thoughts: "Potter, have you heard of the Department of Mysteries?"

"Thank you. Perhaps I should remind you that I'm a sixteen-year-old wizard." Harry took a sip of his drink.

Grindelwald went on: "In the Department of Mysteries, there is an exhibition hall called the Death Chamber. It is said to contain the power of death."

"Oh." Harry nodded.

Grindelwald said, "I don't know much about that place, Albus..."

Dumbledore spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "The Hall of Death, that is a very mysterious place. In fact, the Ministry of Magic was established there because of the veil. It existed long before the Ministry of Magic was established. Before that, the International Confederation of Wizards was responsible for guarding and studying it."

Harry listened quietly.

"That curtain has the same power as the Resurrection Stone. If the God of Death really exists, then this must be another trap set by the God of Death to lure the living to death." Dumbledore narrated slowly, "No one knows the origin of that curtain, nor how long it has existed."

"But no magic can make it go away or harm it."

"The Ministry of Magic invited me, but even I couldn't do anything."

He lowered his head and whispered, "How can a mortal fight against death?"

"Where can I get a method to enter a state of half life and half death?" Harry asked, as if he was asking Dumbledore and Grindelwald, but also as if he was asking himself.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I'm not sure, but we can try, provided it is safe."

"I think we can all resist the whispers of that veil."

Grindelwald looked at Harry with an ambiguous look in his eyes: "Potter, Avalon seems to be very important to you."

"You could definitely leave out the word 'seems,'" Harry replied calmly.

A silver light flashed in Grindelwald's eyes. "You can wait until the end of July, which is your birthday."

"What did you spy on?" Harry asked him.

Grindelwald looked at him incredulously and poured himself a glass of wine. "Potter, I am helping you. Why do you use the word 'peek'? I just saw some of the future."

Harry chuckled.

"Of course, these futures do allow me to understand a person better." Grindelwald picked up a piece of beef eye and stuffed it into his mouth, and couldn't help but sighed, "Thank God, it turns out that steak is such a delicious food. Great Britain has already made it like this. It's hard to imagine that it can be made like this in other places."

Harry tapped the table and reminded him, "Ms. Rosmerta says this is the authentic French way."

Grindelwald shook his head. "No, that's not the case."

"It's different than I remember."

Harry took a sip of his drink: "Now that we have finished our business, let's talk about other important things."

He paused and emphasized, "For example, when will you two get back together?"

With these words, both of them pressed the switches at the same time, their power was cut off and all actions came to a standstill.

Grindelwald raised his head and looked at Dumbledore: "Albus, can I say that the relationship between us has never been broken?"

"I should be the one asking you this question." Dumbledore shook his head, picked up the wine glass and hid his face behind it.

Harry interrupted, "It seems like you guys have the same ideas, so there shouldn't be any conflicts."

"So, you need me to inform Professor McGonagall and the others?"

Dumbledore was stunned, his tone was a little confused: "Notify Professor McGonagall and the others? Why?"

"Witness, this is a very important part, isn't it?" Harry asked back.