"explain."
The single word, though brief, encapsulates Gettler's extreme impatience and murderous rage.
"First question, do you know Voldemort?"
"know."
"If you could, would you be willing to fight against Voldemort?"
"Oh, no."
Grindelwald let out a cold laugh; he wished everyone in the Ministry of Magic would die.
Still hostile? Dream on.
If he wanted to leave, he would have left long ago. Do you think Nurmengard can keep him locked up?
Do you think the countless "Majis" who were once all over Europe were just sitting around doing nothing?
He can still command a large following even when he goes out now.
If it weren't for Dumbledore...
Gettler's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he gently closed his eyes.
What if Voldemort ultimately kills Dumbledore?
"Are you willing to kill Voldemort before Dumbledore dies?"
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing this, Geithler immediately opened his eyes, his face showing some fear.
"Assumptions are not guaranteed, but there is a probability."
Shen Yulou felt that he was about to rush out of Nurmengard at any moment, so he quickly tried to calm him down.
Gettler's breathing slowed slightly, and his eyes narrowed.
Wuhu, unknowingly, has provided Voldemort, whose intelligence has declined, with a powerful opponent.
Seeing Gettler's reaction, Shen Meiren was secretly delighted.
"One last question."
"If you had known you would break with Dumbledore, would you have acted the same way?"
Shen Yulou didn't hear Gettler's reply because he was kicked out again.
"He really enjoys kicking people."
After rubbing her thigh, Shen Meiren wrote two words in her notebook.
Won't.
Shen Yulou felt there was no need to ask this question, but he asked it anyway.
Gettler's reaction is the best proof of this.
He regretted it.
He regretted it the moment his "blood pact" with Dumbledore was shattered by Dumbledore.
But they can never go back.
...
September 1, 1991
Platform 9¾ at King's Cross Station, London
"There are so many people here."
There are children pushing strollers everywhere, and all kinds of owls in cages.
Parents surrounded their children who hadn't yet boarded the bus, helping them carry their belongings and patiently giving them instructions.
Shen Yulou tried his best to be serious today.
He wore a magic hat, a white woolen robe, and carried a large pile of flyers as he weaved through the crowd.
She became much more dignified and composed.
Among the dense crowd, Shen Yulou spotted the most striking feature: a patch of platinum blonde hair.
The elegant and noble Lucius held a serpent-headed staff, while Narcissa bent down to place a farewell kiss on her son's cheek.
Little Draco looked at his father with adoration.
Shen Yulou had just passed by the family of three when Lucius called out to him.
The wizarding world is so small, who doesn't know that Hogwarts offered an elective course called Eastern Magic this year?
Lucius, who was on the school board, even went to vote.
However, he voted against it.
"You must be Mr. Muse, the professor for this year's elective course in Eastern Immortal Arts?"
Lucius smirked, grabbed Draco's shoulder, and made him turn to look at Shen Yulou.
"Draco, say hello to the professor."
"Dumbledore told me that Mr. Muse came from a very wonderful Eastern world."
“I am very curious about this world. Perhaps you could visit Malfoy Estate sometime.”
Lucius extended an invitation to Shen Yulou.
"No need, it's obvious from the teacher's appearance that she's allergic to platinum blonde hair."
"You Malfoys are always so narcissistic."
A little boy with short silver hair suddenly appeared out of nowhere, ran up to Shen Yulou, crossed his arms, and stepped out with his right leg.
Despite his young age, he looked even more arrogant than Lucius.
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