They both fell silent.

witness?

Witness what?

They all knew exactly what the word "witness" meant when it came out of Harry's mouth.

"Harry, this matter..." Dumbledore sighed and shook his head.

Harry interrupted him: "It's not as complicated as you think."

"Aberforth doesn't hate you as much as before. You need to sit down and talk things out calmly."

"At least take the first step."

They both raised their knives and forks at the same time and started cutting the food on their plates.

"The greatest white wizard." Harry sneered, "A dark wizard who dominated Europe and even North America, can't he do such a small thing now?"

"Ha, Tom at least knew how to revive and struggle, what about you?"

"I have taken the cheese out of the trap and placed it in front of you. You are clearly eager to have it, but you dare not touch it."

Time is invisible and intangible, and can only be measured by every breath, every sunrise and sunset, and every uncontrollable thought. It seems to flow softly by people without any feeling, even if you put your hand into the slowest stream, you can feel the water brushing against your hand.

There is no time.

But looking back, I realized that I had been carried away by the inertia of time without realizing it, drifting to an unknown place and standing in an unknown position.

More than fifty years of inertia, rushing forward.

They have long since become the shape of time.

Harry picked up the glass, took a sip, and sighed: "Let's not talk about things that make you unhappy, Mr. Grindelwald, do you know how many Horcruxes Voldemort has?"

Grindelwald shook his head. "I don't know."

"He's just Tom Riddle. I don't pay that much attention to him."

"But even if you count Harry, there will be no more than seven Horcruxes."

This sentence made Dumbledore and Harry pause.

They were a little confused at first, but soon came to their senses.

"We seem to be missing something." Dumbledore tapped the plate with the knife.

Harry nodded and swallowed the beef in his mouth: "Including me, there are no more than seven Horcruxes."

"That is to say, apart from my unexpected event, he originally only had six Horcruxes. Counting the main soul, it just meets the number seven."

"Voldemort's main soul died too quickly, and there was no time to think of him. Even if he could support him for a little longer and make his presence felt a little more?"

At this point, he paused and said, "We have destroyed three now, and he resurrected himself using the Hufflepuff Cup."

"It has been confirmed that the Ravenclaw Diadem is his Horcrux, but it has not been found yet."

He raised his hand and spread his palm.

"Five."

He raised his other hand and raised his pinky finger: "There is another Horcrux. We don't know what it is. It was also the last one Voldemort made."

He looked at Grindelwald.

Grindelwald shook his head: "Potter, I am not a know-it-all. Although I can see some things, I don't know everything."

Dumbledore tapped the table, "I asked Mr. Gryffindor, and he has seen all of his important relics that have been preserved."

"The Holy Grail," Harry said, pulling his hand back. "I mean the legendary one, not the one that the Hufflepuff lady has."

Avalon...

Given Voldemort's thirst for legend, it's hard not to believe that he would give up a legend of this magnitude.

The meal was hastily finished.

Most of the time, Harry asked questions and Grindelwald answered. Dumbledore was unusually quiet and seldom spoke. Even when he spoke, he was discussing Voldemort with Harry.

"Where is my room?" After the last glass of wine went down his stomach, Harry immediately stood up and asked Grindelwald.

Grindelwald was a little tipsy. He waved his hand and said, "Rooms? There are plenty of rooms in Nurmengardi."

"Harry, you can choose whatever you want. With your level of Transfiguration, you can live anywhere."

Harry sneered: "I really should learn from Mr. Grindelwald's hospitality."

“It’s not just the dinner that the guests have to prepare.”

"Even the guests have to prepare their accommodation?"

Grindelwald smiled: "No one will visit the prison."

Harry said nothing and stood up to leave.

Grindelwald and Dumbledore looked at each other in silence.

The night passed.

The morning sun streamed in through the window.

Harry deliberately chose a room facing the sun. The two bottles of brandy he drank last night had no effect on him. After washing up, he walked out of the castle and started exercising.

Nurmengard is larger than expected, almost half the size of Hogwarts, but it is just a prison.

It is hard to imagine how many enemies Grindelwald had when he was at his peak.

Wait until he comes back after exercising.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were still sleeping in the living room, lying on chairs in an ungraceful manner, both of them covered with blankets that were stained with the other's magical scent.

"Albus, get up." Harry waved his wand and conjured up a rooster.

Dumbledore opened his eyes dazedly: "Fawkes, be quiet."

"So Fawkes can crow like a rooster?" Harry was a little surprised.

Dumbledore shook his head. "It sometimes has this interest. After being with Crookshanks for a long time, it has acquired some of the cat's temperament."

"Fawkes is still just a little bird." Grindelwald stretched. "Are you leaving now?"

Harry nodded: "We are here as guests, not to go to jail."

"Even if you can stay a few more days?" Grindelwald said softly, "The scenery around here is quite nice."

"At least ask Professor Dumbledore to take me back." Harry shook his head, "You guys won't be comfortable with each other if I stay here."

"When speaking here, everyone lowers their voices, wishing they could use a spell to hide."

The two of them looked frozen.

"Harry, did you hear that?" Dumbledore asked.

He knew that Harry's senses were very sharp, and he had been careful to control the volume when he talked with Grindelwald at night.

Harry shook his head. "No, not really."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and Grindelwald's expression also relaxed.

"I'm not interested in two men hugging each other and crying and complaining about their sins." Harry spat out a word, causing their faces, which had not yet had time to completely relax, to tense up again rapidly, with excessive tension, almost causing their facial muscles to cramp.

"You still heard it?" Dumbledore's eyes widened.

Harry continued to shake his head: "No, I promise you."

"But what else can you two do at night?"

The two people didn't speak.

Grindelwald sighed and waved his hand.

The distance from the auditorium to the gate was not long. Grindelwald counted and found that he had walked a total of 197 steps. He had never known Nurmengard so specifically.

Send them out.

Dumbledore Apparates away with Harry.

He took a deep breath, looked into the distance, gently raised his hand, and grabbed towards there.

With a rumble, a huge rock on the hill not far away twisted and turned into a giant hand, grabbing several wizards and hanging them high up.

With a snap, he disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of these wizards.

"Dumbledore came to see me, but you are so worried?" Grindelwald raised his head and took steps, one after another, looking carefully, "Great Britain, Austria, Erimacken, France..."

"Why, is the new International Ministry of Magic meeting going to be held in Nurmengard?"

The Aurors struggled.

They stammered and tried to speak, but their mouths were blocked and they couldn't utter a word.

"I hate this feeling." He raised his hand slightly.

Boom! The giant hand smashed down heavily, the mountain shattered, the soil shook, and these people were stuffed into the rocky ground.

He slowly squatted down, raised his hand, slightly bent his index finger, and touched the center of the eyebrows of the person closest to him.

"Perhaps, after more than 50 years, you have forgotten a fact."

"I locked myself in Nurmengard. Dumbledore is the lock of the cage. Apart from that, you are not even the jailers."

"Only Dumbledore and myself have the right to imprison me, monitor me, and detain me."

His voice was extremely gentle. He tapped the man's forehead gently in a 4/4 rhythm and said, "You are not even qualified to be jailers. When you go back, repeat my words to your people. Remember this sentence in your heart. If you can't remember it, copy it down and hang it on the wall. If you still can't remember it, carve it on your arm."

"Go back."

He snapped his fingers.

The giant hands dissipated, they grew out of the ground, the soil and rubble returned to their original positions, it was as if time had gone back, except for the injuries on those people, it seemed as if nothing had happened here.

The Aurors frantically pulled out their wands.

They were about to Apparate.

"Wait." Grindelwald remembered something and waved his hand.

The space around them froze, their spells failed, and they stood there in a daze, staring in fear and panic at the legendary dark wizard who was once so invincible and still so invincible now.

"Send me two bottles of brandy tonight," Grindelwald ordered, "and a bottle of honey water."

"The kind Dumbledore likes to drink."

"Also, send me every issue of the Daily Prophet and the Quibbler."

"Do you understand?"

The Auror from the British Ministry of Magic nodded frantically.

"Very good." Grindelwald released his hand, releasing the shadow lock.

There was a burst of snaps and the Aurors fled in panic.

Grindelwald also ended his brief escape and returned to Nurmengard, to the top floor of the towering, lonely tower, where he sat on the iron sofa and looked into the distance.

The Ministry of Magic works very quickly.

In less than half an hour, a house-elf arrived with what Grindelwald had asked for - brandy, honey water, and today's Daily Prophet and The Quibbler.

He conjured up a cup and poured himself a glass of honey water.

The sticky liquid slid down, forming layer upon layer in the cup.

Take a sip.

Grindelwald frowned. "Why is Albus's taste getting worse and worse? He can even drink something like this?"

He refilled his glass with half a glass of brandy before he finished most of the glass of honey.

Blake's old house.

Scrimgeour sat nervously across from Dumbledore and Harry.