Voldemort raised his hands in anger.

The white frost covered the sky, tearing apart the ceiling of the abandoned castle, penetrating out and impacting every supporting point.

With a loud bang——

In the snow.

This building was once built by Grindelwald to imprison his enemies, but eventually became the building to imprison himself. After more than sixty years of life, it finally collapsed and was buried in this deep mountain where almost no one has ever set foot, along with heavy snow and strong winds.

He couldn't destroy Grindelwald, so he could only use this castle to vent his anger.

Where is the Elder Wand?

Voldemort flew up and stared at the ruins below.

He was a cunning old fellow, and perhaps... he anticipated that he would destroy Nurmengard.

If that were the case, there would be nothing safer than hiding the Elder Wand in the ruins that he had already destroyed.

He flew back to the ship.

Have the Wild Hunt search the ruins.

On the distant mountain, a group of Aurors Apparated away.

Voldemort noticed, smiled contemptuously, and did not stop him.

Go! Escape!

Let the news spread that he has returned once again, defeated the dark wizards who once ravaged all of Europe and America, and destroyed Nurmengard.

Now he is not afraid of anyone except Potter and Dumbledore joining forces.

Fear can be your best food.

He sat at the bow, watching the knights in action and thinking about a question.

Where will Grindelwald go?

Once upon a time, he, like himself, had countless fans and followers behind him.

But...human beings are very realistic creatures. Once they lose power, those who once followed them will immediately abandon them.

Voldemort understood this best.

It has only been more than ten years since he lost power, and the only ones who are truly willing to stay by his side are Bellatrix, Severus, and his beloved son.

And Grindelwald has been defeated for more than fifty years.

Does he still have supporters who love him in the outside world?

Where else can he escape to?

As Voldemort was lost in thought, the portkey pulled Grindelwald's body and rolled him to the ground.

Falling in a heavy snow.

Grindelwald looked up and saw the vast starry sky, shops with closed doors all around him, and in the distance, a castle dotted behind a dense forest.

It snowed heavily in Hogsmeade.

He raised his hand.

He recited the spell in a light tone: "Expecto Patronus", and a silver phoenix flew out from his fingertips, flapping its wings, and flew towards the castle.

In the principal's office.

They are still arguing.

Snape cursed fiercely, using up all the words he had used or not used to talk to Harry. Yennefer grabbed Ciri's hand and asked her about what had happened to her during this period. Geralt listened quietly on the side.

Dumbledore shook his head, still very firm in his opinion.

Suddenly, a silver light flew in from the window.

It fell beside Fox, quiet and silent.

Dumbledore immediately stood up, raised his wand, and disappeared with a snap.

Snape was stunned.

"What happened again?" Geralt looked at the silver phoenix and frowned slightly.

Harry shook his head. "Who else but Albus could have a phoenix as his Patronus?"

He also stood up, opened the window, and called out: "Hat."

call out--

A motorcycle came flying, floating in the air, and landed safely at the window: "Hi, Harry!"

"Take me to Hogsmeade," Harry said softly.

Hermione immediately stood up and walked behind Harry.

Snape stood up as well.

Geralt poked his head out and asked again: "Is it some trouble?"

Harry shook his head and got on his motorcycle: "Of course not, two old lovers meeting after a long time."

"You guys stay with Ciri."

Geralt was relieved.

Yennefer didn't even raise her head. As long as it wasn't the Wild Hunt or Voldemort coming to capture Ciri, she didn't care about anything else.

Harry and Hermione flew out on a motorcycle.

Snape jumped out of the window and flew over as well. He also mastered the magic of flying, but not as well as Voldemort.

Hogsmeade, on the most important street.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald stood opposite each other in silence, less than ten steps between them.

In their eyes, each other looks like the other when they were twenty years old.

But at this moment, they are all over a hundred years old.

The motorcycle came down and stopped beside the two of them.

The atmosphere was strange. There was no hatred, no joy of reunion, and no lovers' sighs.

The Sorting Hat flashed its headlights as it looked at the two of them, not daring to speak at all.

Hermione sat in the car, staring at the two of them.

Harry said calmly, "Mr. Grindelwald, it is hard to imagine that you would escape from prison and take the initiative to escape to Albus's nose."

His voice broke the silence.

Grindelwald turned to look at him and smiled: "Harry, I am not escaping from prison. With your intelligence, you should be able to guess why I am here."

Harry nodded, sneer-like. "Being beaten by Voldemort? Having to flee here?"

Grindelwald nodded and smiled more contentedly: "Yes, Harry, Voldemort is too powerful now."

"I am no match for him. Although I should have died more than 80 years ago, I have lived for more than 80 years and still have so many regrets. It would be too unfair if I died like this."

"Fortunately, my ability to save my life has not weakened."

"I can only be pitiful and look for Dumbledore who can fight Voldemort and protect me."

Harry added: "And Mr. Potter."

Grindelwald laughed, he was very happy.

Hermione tilted her head and patted the motorcycle gently, feeling somewhat relieved.

Dumbledore cares about a lot of things, but Grindelwald never cares about anything. If they want to meet again, no one can stop them.

But they haven't met in decades.

They need a reason that can break down the grudges in their hearts and allow them to meet with confidence.

That's the best reason.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with a complicated expression.

He knew very well how unwilling his former lover was to bow his head. He could see the future of wizards with his divine eyes, but he would go against the trend of the times. Even if he was misunderstood as a powerful dark wizard, he would draw his wand and cast a spell against the trend of fate.

But now, he threw away all his dignity just to stand in front of him.

"Gellert." Dumbledore whispered his name.

His lips moved, wanting to say something.

Harry clapped his hands: "It's cold here, why don't we sit down at a bar?"

He raised his head and looked into the distance. The door of the Three Broomsticks was open, and the light from inside was shining out. Madam Rosmerta was sticking her head out of the door, looking at the place curiously.

"The Three Broomsticks didn't open the door." He said calmly, "It looks like we'll have to go to the Hog's Head."

Dumbledore and Grindelwald were silent.