Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Harry looked at him seriously.

Casting spells without a stick, and still lifting weights like this is something that is difficult for me to do. Now my level of casting spells without a stick lies in how many sheets of paper can be lifted by using the floating spell. The number exceeds seven, or the weight is greater than seven It is difficult for him to control the parchment with magic power smoothly.

"Don't look at me like that, we are not enemies now." Grindelwald shook his head and snapped his fingers lightly.

Two chairs rattled out.

He sits back.

Harry and Dumbledore sat down too.

"Thank you, my favorite brandy." Grindelwald couldn't wait to pour himself a glass of wine, "I've had it for a long time, I really miss it."

Dumbledore also poured himself a glass of wine on a rare occasion.

"So, why did you come to visit me?" After taking a sip, Grindelwald fell back lazily and looked at them with half-closed eyes.

Harry asked him, "Don't you have heavenly eyes?"

"The eye of the sky allows me to see the future." Grindelwald shook his head. "And it's an uncertain future, Potter. The future is not something mysterious and mysterious. Like a bitch, it changes anytime and anywhere."

"Even the facts are hard to ascertain, let alone people's hearts?"

He is casual.

"Gellert, me," Dumbledore said softly.

"Albus." Grindelwald waved his hand, "We're not born to that degree yet."

Harry said without hesitation: "We want to find out about Avalon from you."

Grindelwald was taken aback, he shook his head helplessly, and drank the remaining wine in the glass: "Potter, you should shut up at this time and let us two old guys relive the past."

"You won't die for a while." Harry shook his head, "Ask important things while you're still sober after not drinking much."

Grindelwald muttered, "You're such a spoiler."

Dumbledore smiled slightly, let out a long breath, raised his hand, and put the wine in the glass with small dense ripples into his mouth.

"Avalon." Grindelwald refilled his glass and continued softly, "I haven't been there."

"Back then, Albus and I were obsessed with the Three Holy Artifacts in pursuit of greater power."

"To be precise, not only the three holy artifacts, we have chased many powerful forces. As the promised land and ideal land, Avalon is naturally one of the goals we are chasing."

"But the popular Avalon is much harder to find than the three holy artifacts."

"At least we had found some clues about the Elder Wand, and even knew who had the Elder Wand. But at that time, we couldn't resist the powerful power. Wouldn't it be better to have one more?"

"So, we embarked on a journey to find Avalon."

He paused and moistened his throat with wine: "But it's not a happy trip, Albus always has to go home, and our contradictions began to show at that time."

Harry coughed twice, reminding him not to waste his time on "insignificant" things.

Grindelwald paused for a moment before continuing: "Oh, well, we have actually found the entrance to Avalon, but unfortunately Utopia was sealed by fog, and we couldn't find any way to enter at that time."

"Later, some conflicts broke out."

"I have found the Elder Wand again, and our quest for Avalon comes to an end."

Harry nodded: "Sealed by the mist? Then you should know how to enter? Or when the mist will unravel?"

Grindelwald smiled and said softly, "Of course, of course I know."

"The way to enter Avalon is actually very simple. The answer lies in the mystery. Many stories have been told to us, haven't they?"

What did Harry think of, he took a deep breath: "Only the dead can enter Avalon?"

"No"

He quickly shook his head, denying his statement.

Voldemort said he had entered Avalon when he was young - not dead.

Harry frowned, and began to recall the myths and legends about Avalon.

According to legend, King Arthur was seriously injured in the Battle of Mordmore. When he was dying, several fairies appeared. They extradited King Arthur to Avalon. It is rumored that he was buried in Avalon. Of course, there are also rumors that King Arthur did not Dead, he healed in the Golden Apple Paradise, and would reappear when the people needed him.

Harry raised his head, but his brows could not be stretched: "So, people who are dying can enter Avalon?"

Grindelwald nodded: "You are as sharp as in the newspaper."

"On the verge of death, or in other words, half-life and half-dead, only people in this state can enter Avalon."

He put the glass down and shook his head.

"Horcruxes, what evil magic."

"I almost fell in love with it back then, but who would have thought that the magic that yearns for immortality would have already stepped into the realm of death when using it?"

Harry shook his head: "I don't want to become that kind of person who is neither human nor ghost."

"Horcruxes are not the only magic that has this effect." Grindelwald shook his head, "Let me think about it."

"It is rumored that if you collect all three holy artifacts, you can possess the power of the god of death. If you have all of them, you can grasp the boundary between life and death, and enter Avalon through the mere fog, so what's the difficulty?"

Dumbledore's face remained unchanged.

"The three sacred artifacts are already in our hands." Harry said softly, "But they seem to be just powerful magic props, not the so-called power of death."

Grindelwald was not surprised.

Harry flicked his wand lightly, and the Invisibility Cloak flew out of the Sorting Hat and fluttered down onto the table.

Dumbledore put his wand on the table.

"Where's the Resurrection Stone?" Grindelwald asked.

Harry answered him: "In the hands of Professor Sprout, the Hufflepuff head of Hogwarts, she was worried about giving this thing to Dumbledore or me, and it has been kept by her. Do you think If you see, next time Dumbledore sees you, bring Professor Sprout with you."

As he spoke, he paused.

"But let me explain in advance that the resurrection stone does not have the ability to truly resurrect people. Arianna is dead when she dies. She cannot survive."

Grindelwald waved his hand: "Potter, you don't need to be so straightforward."

Harry smiled lightly: "Isn't it because of this that you deliberately turned the topic to this? Isn't it good for me to tell you?"

Grindelwald fell silent.

"What's the second method?" Harry asked him.

Grindelwald took a deep breath, shook his head, and pulled his thoughts back: "Potter, have you heard of the Department of Mysteries?"

"Thanks, maybe I have to remind you that I'm a sixteen-year-old wizard." Harry took a sip of his drink.

Grindelwald continued: "In the Department of Mysteries, there is an exhibition hall called the Hall of Death, which is said to contain the power of death."

"Oh." Harry nodded.

Grindelwald said, "I don't know much about it, Albus."

Dumbledore spoke, his voice a little hoarse: "The Hall of Death, that is a very mysterious place. In fact, the reason why the Ministry of Magic was established there is because of that curtain. It existed long before the Ministry of Magic was established. Before that, the International Association of Wizards was responsible for guarding and studying it."

Harry listened quietly.

"That curtain has the same power as the resurrection stone. If there really is a god of death, it must be another trap for the god of death to lure the living to death." Dumbledore said slowly, "No one knows the origin of that curtain. I don’t know how long it has existed.”

"But no matter what kind of magic, it can't make it leave or hurt it."

"The Ministry of Magic invited me, but even I can't do anything about it."

He lowered his head and whispered softly: "How can a mortal be able to resist death?"

"Where can I get a way to enter the half-life state?" Harry asked, as if he was asking Dumbledore and Grindelwald, as well as himself.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I'm not sure, but we can try, under the premise of ensuring safety."

"I think we should all be able to resist the whispers of that veil."

Grindelwald looked at Harry with unclear meaning in his eyes: "Potter, Avalon seems to be very important to you."

"You can drop the word 'seems'," Harry replied calmly.

In Grindelwald's eyes, a silver light flashed: "You can wait until the end of July, which is your birthday."

"What did you spy again?" Harry asked him.

Grindelwald looked at him incredulously, and poured himself a glass of wine: "Potter, I'm helping you, why use the word "peeping"? I just saw some future."

Harry laughed "huh".

"Of course, these futures do allow me to learn more about a person." Grindelwald picked up a piece of beef eye, stuffed it into his mouth, and couldn't help but sigh, "Thank God, it turns out that steak is such a delicious food, Great Britain It’s been done like this, it’s hard to imagine it being done anywhere else.”

Harry tapped the table to remind him, "Madam Rosmerta says it's the French way."

Grindelwald shook his head: "No, that's not the case."

"It's different from what I remember."

Harry took a sip of his drink: "After finishing the business, let's talk about other important things."

He paused and emphasized his tone: "For example, when will you two be reunited?"

With this sentence, pressing the switches of the two at the same time, they cut off the power, and all actions stopped.

Grindelwald looked up and looked at Dumbledore: "Albus, I, can I say that the relationship between us has never been broken."

"It's up to me to ask you this question." Dumbledore shook his head, picked up the wine glass, and covered his face behind the wine glass.

Harry interrupted: "It seems that you have the same idea, and there should be no contradiction."

"So, I need to inform Professor McGonagall?"

Dumbledore was taken aback, and his tone was a little blank: "Notify Professor McGonagall? Why?"

"Witness, that's an important part, isn't it?" Harry retorted.