He was covered in greasy sweat, his face was pale, and every strand of his beard was covered in haze.

"Death," he muttered, "that's Death!"

This was not the first time he had dreamed of Dumbledore being killed. Originally, due to the brilliance of the Goblet of Fire, he thought this would happen during the Tournament. Therefore, after the tournament ended, he immediately felt relieved, thinking that the prophecy had been broken.

But now he dreamed of Dumbledore's death again, and this time, all the details were so clear, so clear that it didn't seem to be happening in the future, but now!

"Albus!"

He shuddered suddenly, and an electric current seemed to be transmitted to every blood vessel in his body in an instant. His limbs were numb, but he jumped up.

What if this isn't a dream?

What if it’s happening now or soon?

Grindelwald's heart was in his throat. He didn't even have time to change his clothes. He could only rush out while conjuring up a piece of clothing that looked decent.

He used dozens of Apparitions along the way before he hurried from Durmstrang to Hogwarts.

When Grindelwald was thrown out of the distorted space by the spell, his body almost couldn't stand still. He staggered forward and his hair became messy.

At this moment, he didn't look like a master at all, but more like a novice in Apparition.

His whole brain was spinning and turned into a mess by the power of the spell. All his thoughts were stuck. He couldn't think too much at the moment. He just wanted to see Dumbledore as soon as possible! In fact, he did see Dumbledore earlier than expected.

Before Grindelwald could enter the castle, he saw lightning suddenly flash on the towering tower! His heart skipped a beat, and then he saw Dumbledore being struck by lightning, falling from the sky like a gray, leaden cloud.

Time seemed to be stretched at this moment.

Grindelwald stood there in a daze, and he could clearly see every frame of Dumbledore's fall. The scene was clearly played in front of him, just like a movie played several times slower.

Everything around him seemed to be still, there was no wind in the air, and everything was sticky.

Grindelwald raised his head, his gaze passing over the falling Dumbledore, as if he was seeing the higher sky through a dark cloud.

There, at the edge of the tower, Cyrus's golden hair fluttered. He held the Elder Wand in his hand, and his red-gold eyes looked down coldly, as if a god had ruthlessly pressed down his palm.

Grindelwald was instantly enveloped by a cold air current.

He shuddered.

If the Cyrus of the past was like a bright sun, then the "Cyrus" that now appears in front of Grindelwald is a black sun.

He was still high above, but he no longer radiated light. Instead, he absorbed all the bright things in the world, leaving only fear and coldness.

It was like a basin of ice-cold water poured over his head, completely extinguishing the fire of revenge in Grindelwald's heart!

For the first time, Grindelwald clearly realized how huge the gap in strength between him and Cyrus was!

No, he's not Cyrus.

Grindelwald muttered to himself.

That's the Grim Reaper!

The god who only existed in legends came out of death. Now, he took back his own wand. The infinite magic power was like a waterfall pouring down from the sky, making it difficult for him to breathe! The god of death who took back his own power, is there anyone in the world who can be his opponent? Grindelwald's mind was echoing with this question, but the figure of Cyrus could not be shaken off from his mind.

If anyone could defeat Death, if anyone could bring Dumbledore back from the world of death, it would probably be Cyrus.

He thought to himself, but the impostor standing on the tower had completely disappeared. Grindelwald was stuck in the spot, watching Dumbledore's body falling helplessly from the sky again and again in pain.

Those short eight floors seemed like a bottomless pit with no end, and his despair was stretched to infinity.

“Boom!”

I don’t know how long it took, but the heavy gray cloud finally fell to the ground and was broken into pieces.

It was only at this moment that Grindelwald seemed to wake up from his dream.

The black world in his eyes gradually regained color. He heard noisy sounds and many wailings. There were crowded figures everywhere. In Grindelwald's eyes, they were like soulless puppets with their heads down, crowding towards the dead Dumbledore...

It was only then that Grindelwald realized that it was no longer night.

He stood there for hours, so much so that his collar was wet with dew.

Dumbledore's body had become extremely stiff, his face was covered with corpse spots, someone closed his eyes, his lips were tightly pursed, and Professor McGonagall was lying on his body, almost fainted.

Then he realized that those people surrounding Dumbledore were definitely not puppets. They were crying, sad, and angry.

His mind was still in a daze, so much so that Grindelwald began to doubt why he was standing here, and why Dumbledore was lying on the ground, on the red floor that had turned black...

The sun shone on Grindelwald, but his limbs did not feel the warmth.

On the contrary, the light was cold, much colder than any winter in Nurmengard!

He felt like he was frozen and would shatter if touched.

"Grindelwald!"

Harry pushed through the crowd, and his angry voice instantly shattered Grindelwald. Grindelwald saw him pounce on him like a lion with his mane erect and grabbed his collar.

"Who did it?"

“Who did it!”

"Harry!" Hermione and Ron rushed out and grabbed Harry's shoulders. He was still struggling to break free from them, and his loose robes were almost torn.

"Calm down Harry!"

"I can't calm down!" Harry yelled in despair. "He knows who it is! He knows!"

Everyone looked over here.

In an instant, Grindelwald was being questioned by a thousand pairs of eyes. No one spoke, but everyone was waiting for his answer.

Who killed Dumbledore?

In fact, the answer is not difficult for them to guess.

There are not many people in the world who are capable of doing this. In fact, there are only two - Grindelwald and Cyrus.

And Grindelwald was the first person to appear here.

When the first student passing by early this morning found Dumbledore lying in a pool of blood, Grindelwald had been standing there for several hours.

He didn't even feel the passage of time, nor did he realize that everyone in the school was gathered here.

Before Grindelwald could say anything, a portrait on the wall jumped out. The man in the portrait was wearing armor and holding a spear. He shouted in a hoarse voice: "Last night, I was patrolling my castle as usual, and then I saw a shadow -"

He spoke seriously, trying to describe everything in vivid detail, but was soon interrupted.

Magg was in tears, but still angry: "Shut up, Sir Cadogan! If you say another word, I will burn you to death!"

"But I saw it—that bitch, that son of a bitch—" Cadogan continued.

But his voice stopped abruptly.

Because Ginny had already rushed over, pulled him down from the wall, covered him on the ground, and then kicked him hard twice.

"Cyrus couldn't possibly do such a thing!" she shouted angrily.

In fact, this is also the same idea of ​​many professors at Hogwarts. Especially the four deans headed by McGonagall, they are willing to believe Cyrus. Not only because Cyrus defeated Voldemort, but more importantly, they have fought side by side with Cyrus several times and know that the relationship between Dumbledore and Cyrus is not bad.

Of course, not everyone thinks this way.

"Who knows, maybe he just wants to inherit Professor Dumbledore's position--"

"Mike, are you an idiot?" Hermione was so angry that she rushed over and punched him!

"Professor Dumbledore has already stepped down as president. It won't do Cyrus any good to take action against the professor!" Even when defending Cyrus, Hermione was more organized.

"Maybe this is his conspiracy?" People who have been beaten are never willing to admit defeat.

"Please keep quiet!" Mag cried out in grief.

She felt very sad now. Albus was dead, but the scene was so chaotic, the murderer was at large, and the students were arguing... He had done so much for the wizarding world, who would mourn for him? A huge sadness enveloped McGonagall.

She was once Dumbledore's student and also Dumbledore's best friend.

She knew about Dumbledore's unspeakable past, not from hearsay, but from Dumbledore himself. In the past few decades, they even seemed to be dependent on each other.

Two lonely people, suffering from the cruel treatment of fate... Now, the old bee flew away without saying a word.

"Grindelwald,"

Her voice was trembling, and Grindelwald could hear her teeth chattering. The old girl who had faced the Death Eaters so bravely not long ago now seemed a little frail.

Grindelwald now realized that he was not the only one who missed Dumbledore.

Many people loved him, even if it was not the same kind of love.

But love should not be superficial.

"Grindelwald," McGonagall tried several times before finally asking the question, "Who was it? You must have seen it... Who did it? I don't believe you and Cyrus would do this."

Who is the murderer?

Grindelwald's mind flashed with a face that looked exactly like Cyrus's, and he finally said the name: "It's Death." —— "Death?"

Cyrus wore the most traditional wizard robe. He looked a little bloated, which was not his usual attire. But today was not an ordinary day either.

He was here to attend Dumbledore's memorial service.

Hogwarts was packed with people.

Even during the Triwizard Tournament, there weren't so many people gathered together, especially since most of the wizards who came were famous people. They all had sad expressions on their faces, as if they couldn't believe that the kind Albus Dumbledore had died just like that?

The person who presided over the funeral was not Grindelwald, but McGonagall.

Cyrus noticed that Grindelwald was hiding in the crowd and was unwilling to come out, but he also learned what had happened from Ginny and Hermione.

"The man who claimed to be the Grim Reaper, stood in my face, killed Dumbledore, and took the Elder Wand?"

"That's it." Hermione nodded.

But Cyrus had a very strange feeling in his heart.

It's not anger, but it feels ridiculous.

Once, he wore Voldemort's face and was mistaken by Dumbledore for Voldemort himself. Now, Voldemort is finally dead, and an imposter has appeared.

It is truly the most handsome face in the world, even gods want to imitate it.

However, Cyrus also figured out some things from it.

"I'm afraid that the body of Voldemort that disappeared from the Pavilion of Knowledge was taken away by the god of death."

The god must have used a spell to restore Voldemort's body, and then used it as a vessel to walk in this world. But Cyrus couldn't figure out why he had to kill Dumbledore. Just as he was thinking, a haggard voice came to his ears.

"That's because Albus Dumbledore has a noble soul."

It's Grindelwald.

He seemed to see through Cyrus's thoughts and walked over with a sad face. After he told what he saw that night, he was unwilling to communicate with others. But now that he saw Cyrus, he took the initiative to walk over.

"The god of death took a fancy to his noble soul."

Cyrus agreed with his words. Albus Dumbledore did have a noble soul.

He was not born noble, but chose to become a great man after experiencing pain.

But Cyrus never thought that the purpose of the Grim Reaper was as simple as Dumbledore's soul. A god, especially a god representing death, might have more plans when he walked out of the myth.

Where did he go after he killed Dumbledore and took the Elder Wand? Cyrus couldn't help wondering.

But soon, his thoughts had to stop.

He saw McGonagall, who was bearing great grief, stumbling to the front of everyone. Every wizard who came to mourn had a solemn expression. Members of the International Confederation of Wizards were all there, and so was the French wizard who had just escaped from Voldemort's control.

Ms. Maxime's figure is very conspicuous, and this tall woman is also immersed in sadness.

All the professors were dressed neatly, even Snape's hair seemed less greasy today, Professor Sprout wore neat and clean clothes for the first time, and even Filch - even he wore an old suit.

The phoenix was circling the castle.

It's sunny.

(End of this chapter)