Hogwarts Mysterious Man Resurrected

"I once made a bet with a man, and he bet that I was doomed to fail. I never knew where his confidence came from, but now I seem to understand."

The low tone came out in the cold living room, with a sense of vicissitudes of life.

Grindelwald looked at Lothar silently, and Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with gentle eyes, everything was like when they were young.

Nothing has changed, the relationship between them is still simple and uncomplicated.

They are still the same two young people who hold hands, walk by the lake, and talk about their ideas.

They are close friends and like-minded comrades, and everything stems from the initial flutter when they were young.

It's a pity that they all know in their hearts that if nothing happens, the two of them are destined not to meet each other.

They can't go back to the beginning.

After all, my former best friend chose another path, and by some strange combination of circumstances, he moved towards another idea that was different from his original idea.

Since the accident, their relationship has changed from close friends to life-or-death enemies.

There is no going back.

The grudges and grudges involved have long been unclear. Who is right and who is wrong?

"You know, in the past few decades, I have been thinking about everything that happened in the past. I have been thinking, if we had chosen to have a good talk and solve all the problems, would it be possible between us today? It won’t be like before.”

"You know you can't go back."

"Yeah, I can't go back."

Grindelwald smiled, looked at Lothar seriously, and spoke word by word.

"You once made a bet with me. The final result was that you won and I lost. According to the bet, I will return to you the things you put here."

As he spoke, Grindelwald waved his right hand lightly, and a strange gadget appeared in his hand.

It seemed to be a small metal ball, only a few centimeters in diameter.

Just like the pocket watch that Dumbledore had given him before, it was impossible to tell what the use of this small metal ball was based on its appearance.

But Lothar believed that it was definitely not easy to make a generation of Dark Lord look so cautious and serious in taking out this small metal ball.

Maybe now, he doesn't see the use of these things.

In the future, maybe he will know.

"I don't understand, do you believe me so much?"

"I think this is just our first meeting, Mr. Grindelwald."

"But whether it's you, Professor Dumbledore, or Teacher Nico, you all have an extraordinary level of trust in me, which makes me curious and confused."

Lothar looked at him squarely, with a calm expression, but there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes that he didn't even know he had.

"Losa, we are actually very familiar with each other, but we don't have enough time. When that day comes, I believe you will know what we are talking about."

"And, like that, sooner or later you will know that you are different from us, you are the most special one."

Dumbledore said softly. At this moment, he was like a kind old man, an ordinary grandfather who led the family.

Without the many names given to him by the wizarding world, without the constraints of this kind, Dumbledore was relaxed at this time.

And seeing someone I haven't seen for decades, I think it was a complicated but happy mood.

Dumbledore raised his wand and tapped it lightly on the roof. Orange flames rose up, illuminating the surrounding area and driving away the darkness.

Lothar looked up and saw that the bright light was so warm.

He could clearly feel that his soul seemed to lighten suddenly.

Even emotionally I don't feel so anxious anymore.

Relaxation enveloped him, and his heart, which had been fluctuating for a long time, truly calmed down for the first time.

"Professor, what is this?"

Lothar's expression was peaceful. He looked at Dumbledore quietly, his eyes full of curiosity.

This was the most relaxed moment he had felt in many days.

There is no so-called whisper buzzing in the ears, and there is no sense of killing that always flashes through.

"A kind of spiritual flame, specially used to drive away the negative influences on oneself."

"Lotha, this is actually your own magic."

"My magic"

"There are many things that I can't tell you because the time has not come yet, but I believe that with your mind, you should be able to easily figure out the beginning and end of the matter."

Professor Dumbledore smiled softly, and then he automatically made a cloud of white smoke and left.

This made Lothar a little stunned.

What do you mean

Just say a few words and then leave.

"The rest is up to you, Gellert."

At this time, Lothar's teacher, Nico Flamel, also stepped forward and spoke slowly. He first glanced at Grindelwald, and finally his eyes rested on Lothar.

"It's really hard to tell you some things, but I believe Mr. Grindelwald will give you a good explanation."

Nico Lemeido said a few words. He was afraid that Lothar would misunderstand something.

After all, he could feel Lothar's vigilance towards them at this time.

Also, apart from Lothar, none of the people sitting here are legendary wizards who are famous in the magic world.

Even if Grindelwald is their enemy, who would question his strength and prestige?

If someone really questioned it, Lothar felt that that person might have a questionable mind, and he would automatically stay away from that person.

So as not to lower your IQ.

It is also true that several of the people sitting here are famous legendary wizards.

Even if they didn't do anything, Lothar would still be worried involuntarily.

This is a worry from a strength level, because he is not a match for any of these people.

Because his own strength and reputation have not yet reached this level.

Maybe the only thing Lothar could do was bully Grindelwald who didn't have a wand in his hand.

Wouldn't it be easy to fight Grindelwald without a wand?

Of course, Lothar was just thinking about this. He didn't want to face the Elder Wand in Dumbledore's hand yet.

That magical Deathly Hallows.

After Nico Flamel also left, the living room was so empty that it seemed a little quiet.

Lothar looked seriously at the figure in front of him who had almost overturned the magic world in decades.

Grindelwald walked back to his chair and sat looking at Lothar.

"Lotha, you once said that you want me to take a good look at the path brought about by your ideas."

"You said that you would never make the same mistake as me, and that you would truly bring your ideas to this land and completely end the war between purebloods and Muggles."

"I'm sitting here, sitting in Nurmengard, watching to see if you can keep the promise you made."