The draw starts from Azkaban

"Where did Albus go?"

Professor Flitwick expressed doubts from the bottom of his heart.

The other professors couldn't answer him either.

The person most likely to answer their answers should be Severus Snape, but unfortunately, Snape is currently in the school hospital. He was severely beaten by Mad-Eye Moody and lay in the hospital for a long time. at every turn.

So, no one knows where Albus Dumbledore went.

Albus Dumbledore didn't know it himself.

He stood in a piece of light. He didn't know where he was. He lowered his head and looked at himself and his hands.

His hands are still the same, full of wrinkles. Using Albus Dumbledore's method, he has a magic potion that can delay aging - at least the appearance of delaying aging, but he doesn't. On the back of his hand After seeing everything, he looked at his body.

He was wearing a silver-white robe with some moon and star decorations on it - it was his favorite pajamas, and it was also the clothes he would wear when he was most relaxed. He glanced left and right, Ah Bu Si stumbled forward a little, and the milky white light around him began to gradually fade away. The north wind roared next to him and hit Dumbledore. Dumbledore shivered from the cold.

But he didn't speak.

Because he was looking at the surrounding paths in trance.

The path next to me started to look familiar.

Albus's footsteps paused for a moment. He looked at the flowers and plants around him, at the place he had left and hated. It wasn't until the biting cold wind forced him to move that he spoke. sound.

"what."

He smashed it and said with his mouth.

"Godric's Hollow."

He stared at the village in front of him quietly, like a real old man. He put his hands into his sleeves and stared at it again, walking slowly on the deserted streets. I scanned the old post office and the street signs.

Including the streets that he usually didn't dare to look at again, he walked on the ground with bare feet, cold and biting.

But none of this matters.

Dumbledore's eyes were soft. He looked at everything around him and saw the boy standing in the distance.

He laughed.

"It's you."

He whispered, "Am I dead?"

Grindelwald, or rather the young Grindelwald said, "No, I don't think you did."

Grindelwald is still the same.

It was the way he looked when he first met Grindelwald.

Ambition is as hot as fire.

Crazy and unabashedly youthful.

How great.

The young Grindelwald stopped talking to Dumbledore. He walked in front, taking Dumbledore with him, and led him to a house. The house was exactly the same as before they opened it. Inside was his father and Ariana. , and maybe others.

his father?

Dumbledore looked at the house without saying anything. He opened the door and walked in.

Empty.

Nothing at all.

Seeing this, Dumbledore seemed to be no exception.

Albus Dumbledore said softly: "Many years ago, I never forgave myself. No matter whose wand the spell was spit out, it had consequences. Maybe I was resentful and afraid. It's not the curse, it's something else, something I was afraid of and avoided, and wanted to distort the truth.

I kept deceiving myself until finally I believed it myself.Just like Gilderoy Lockhart, I deceived myself until the end, and I believed it until someone exposed it.

That’s it…”

"I resent it."

"I'm not satisfied."

"I want change."

"But in the end, I found that I couldn't change anything."

"Until the end, I discovered that I can still change."

"Before you die, you can still understand this truth. It is an amazing thing, isn't it?"

Having said this, Albus Dumbledore turned to look at Grindelwald and said, "What about you? What are you doing now? I am here, where are you?"

The young Grindelwald still didn't speak. He just raised a hand and pointed in a direction.

Albus Dumbledore looked over there. When he looked back, the young Grindelwald had disappeared. Dumbledore lowered his eyes and walked over there. Strangely, the surrounding houses once again It turned into a soft light and enveloped him. When he walked over, the surrounding light dissipated again, and it was another familiar road.

It was a castle lying on a mountain like a black dragon.

"Ah, Hogwarts, it's Hogwarts."

Dumbledore was quite happy.

A rather ancient version of Hogwarts. At that time, Hogwarts was still a complete fortress. The principal at that time liked to hang students outside for corporal punishment. Dumbledore lowered his head and saw that he was wearing the clothes of his youth. That set of clothes, knowing that they were the clothes he wore when he was in school. At that time, like Minerva, he was the Charms Professor at Hogwarts and was hiding in Hogwarts.
"Ah, I kind of believe I'm dead."

Dumbledore walked to himself talking to himself. He walked to Hogwarts, struggled to push open the door of Hogwarts, and saw Newt Scamander standing at the door, and saw Leta. ·Lestrange, saw Theseus Scamander...

He saw the professor who worked with him and the professor back then.

"No, no, you're not dead yet."

"But you're dead."

"Ah, I didn't turn into a ghost."

"It's really fun."

While walking, he saw the clothes on his body slowly changing, the skin on his hands also slowly changing, and finally, he saw a person.

Tom Riddle.

"Tom."

Dumbledore opened his mouth and stared at Tom Riddle, who also looked at him with hatred and humility.

"Ah, you can't die, Tom. You are indeed the earliest student with magical attainments that I have ever encountered in teaching Hogwarts. Really, you are the best student I have ever seen."

Dumbledore walked over, stroked Tom's head with his hand, gently held his hand, and walked forward without any grudges: "But I'm sorry, at that time, yes, I was still immature at that time. , I’m making mistakes, I’ve been making mistakes along the way.

Sorry, Tom, I was already making mistakes at that time. What did they call me?
The greatest wizard, but I always knew, I'm not great, I'm not brave, but I would deceive myself, I've been deceiving myself, I said 'Albus, it's not your fault, you didn't expect things. It's going to happen that way, isn't it? '

But now I want to tell you, and also tell me, no, I had anticipated it subconsciously, but I didn't stop it.

Yes, I selfishly found out but, but I comforted myself hypocritically, I told myself, 'Albus, it's okay, the worst won't happen. '"

Having said this, he lowered his head to look at Riddle, who was holding his hand.

Riddle is gone.

in his hands.

Empty.

Nothing at all.