Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

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Salzburg, Austria.

Facing the eye-catching observations of the Austrian Federal Police Agency and the enthusiastic Salzburg middle-aged and elderly walking group, the wizards of the Austrian Ministry of Magic who realized their situation did not hesitate for too long.

Soon, the wizards followed the instructions of their hearts, walked out of the hospital building generously, got on the police car and left to abide by the law, and waited for the bail of the Ministry of Magic. This was the safest and wisest approach.

With the lights of the last police car disappearing at the end of the winding road, the whole incident seemed to have come to an end.

However, the crowd gathered at the door of the hospital did not disperse, quietly looking at the black fabric still floating in the sky, waiting for the person who called them to appear again.

For this moment, they have been waiting for so many years, and they don't mind waiting a little longer.

Finally, a slightly thin lone figure appeared on the trail up the mountain, as fast and slow as the impression, but it is far older than the "God" like everyone imagines. Haggard.

"I'm coming."

Across the street, Gellert Grindelwald stopped slowly, gazing slowly over those familiar and unfamiliar faces, smiled slightly, and nodded toward everyone, the tone was exceptionally calm, as if it was the last time Only one afternoon passed.

Even though the face and body shape have undergone earth-shaking changes, as the old wizard's voice sounded again, the once incomparable shadow through time and space merged with today's Grindelwald, no one has any doubts.

"Grindelwald."

"Grindelwald."

"Grindelwald."

There was a small commotion in the crowd. Many people were whispering Grindelwald's name as if they were enchanted, while more people's faces appeared a relief and a dazed expression.

Forty-six years have passed since the last party. It is ... too long.

It was long enough to turn all stories into legends, long enough to contain all the blood and impetuosity into steel-like silence, so long that they had forgotten what they once wanted to say ...

I do n’t know when it will start. For most saints, waiting for Gellert Grindelwald is no longer the goal. The process of waiting and searching is the spiritual pillar that supports their life.

There was a long silence, no movement, the joy of reunion that everyone had imagined did not appear, and a complex emotion gradually spread in the air.

Across the street, the wrinkled old demon and his equally old followers looked at each other silently, as if there was a mirror in between.

From the folds on the faces that were no longer young, Gellert Grindelwald saw his shadow faintly, and the disappointment without any cover-up, of course, this was also expected.

"Of course, as you can see, I am old, and we are all old. Just this morning, I almost died of a small sudden illness. This world is no longer the time that belongs to us. . "

As if not aware of the depression of the atmosphere, Grindelwald shrugged, broke the silence, and said with a light face, "However, it makes me very happy to see you again. Not because you responded to my call as always Yes, everyone looks healthy and unharmed, without persecution or poverty ... "

Gellert Grindelwald turned his head and looked at the distance. The long line of Salzburg police cars had appeared on the urban backbone. The old wizard had a cheerful smile on his face.

"Obviously, you did not give up your ideals because of my departure, nor did you indulge in your past experience and miss your own life."

Everything is valuable.

For Grindelwald, sacrificing yourself is far easier than sacrificing anyone, as long as you can get closer to the ideal.

After the waves that Grindelwald set off that year, it was just like the promise after the duel.

Albus Dumbledore did not go back on his word. He used the way he was used to, in a gentler and longer way, to push the entire magic world in the direction that the two had expected. Even Voldemort could not stop it. appear.

If, among these, the only regret is that there is no doubt that the saints who have never given up their ideals are in front of them.

At the cost, the saints will join Gellert Grindelwald, bear all the charges of provoking war, and then be forgotten by everyone.

"Forty-six years ... We have waited for forty-six years in this city."

Kurt Meyer, who was standing in front of the crowd, took a deep breath, walked out of the crowd, looked at Grindelwald and said softly, "If you never show up, maybe we will continue to wait for another 46 years until we bury it grave."

"I know." Grindelwald nodded gently.

"I don't know what other people think, but the reason I came here is not to get any praise. Nor is it to lament the changes of the years and the narrative. I only need to look at the mirror every morning to do it. "

"Library ..."

Mrs. May squeezed her husband's hand with some anxiety, but stepped forward unconsciously, standing side by side with the man.

"Grindelwald."

Kurt Meyer patted the back of his wife's hand, raised his head, and looked directly at Grindelwald's eyes, as fearlessly as he did every time he met in the hall of Newmontgarde Castle half a century ago.

"If you are just talking about these boring things, then you should not appear again."

"so?"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows with interest, instructing the witch to continue, without any sign of anger on his face.

"You are not an omnipotent God, nor a flawless saint. Over the years, you have been almost absent from all the changes in the magic world ... You are no longer as powerful and knowledgeable as you once were."

Kurt Meyer gave Grindelwald a deep look and said word by word.

With the wizard's more unkind words, Grindelwald still didn't have any angry expression, but nodded generously.

"You're right, the world has been changed too much. To be precise, even in those years, I still didn't fully see the world. As for now, let alone ..."

"So ... you can no longer carry all the responsibilities by yourself."

Kurt Meyer stepped forward again, bowed his head slightly, and landed on one knee, hiding his expression in the dark, and uttering a sentence that he hadn't had time to say forty-six years ago.

"No matter what you plan to do, this time, please don't leave us behind."

"Sacrifice for ideals should not be your right alone ... so ... unfair ..."

"And me ..." Mrs. Maier smiled slightly and walked to her husband's side, clenching her fist in her right hand and lying on one knee.

"Me too ..." An old gentleman with unilateral glasses also came out.

"Old Kurt, you are so cunning ..." The middle-aged woman in a plaid skirt wiped her eyes and scolded.

"Now that you have ended our waiting, you have to make up for a new mission." A whitish white wizard walked out and looked at Grindelwald with a hippie smile, just like fifty years ago.

"We have always been by your side and never left ..."

"Today's little guys, I can play at least five by myself."

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"..."

The grin on Grindelwald's face slowly subsided, and he glanced silently at the wizard with white hair in front of him, and then looked up at the group of wizards with the same expression.

Yes, it is such a person, and only such a person can really change the world. What is he worried about?

Grindelwald nodded vigorously and slowly, crossing the street and walking towards the middle of the crowd, with a tone of pride and pride as always.

"Of course, this is also the purpose of calling you again. I hope that you will live as long as possible. Let the world not forget the existence of Grindelwald and the saints ..."

As he said, Grindelwald had a small, carefree face in front of him, and a gentle flash of light flashed through his eyes.

"This time the task may be extraordinarily long, from now on until you close your eyes forever ..."

The new world of the new life has already emerged. Although she does not yet know what she is about to face, that day will come.

Prior to this, as an old guy who should have entered the historical garbage dump, the only thing he could do was to give her as much time and space as possible to grow up and, when necessary, actively take all the damage, even if it turned into ashes .

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I really hope that I can have the writing skills of those great gods, and it still feels a little bad.

Fate, pillar, loss, daze, heartache, expectation, cohesion ... roughly this kind of emotion.

If you can, um, can you teach me where I need to modify or how to write it would be better. Fat chickens ca n’t wait to eat fat in a flash ...

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