I’m Really An Alchemist

Across the corridor, Grindelwald and Snape looked at each other, and Snape silently looked at one person and one snake.

"Let's go." Grindelwald said softly, and walked towards the corridor without caring. Nagini hesitated, but took the initiative to retreat behind the 'King'.

They got closer.

The closer he got to Snape, the more bottomless Grindelwald became. He had never seen such a person, who had no heartbeat, no breathing, except for the movement of his eyes, he was like a sculpture.

The last time I had this feeling was when I faced the Arcanist.

Arcanist?

With lightning flashes in his mind, he thought about everything clearly. At this moment, Grindelwald returned to nature and stopped beside Snape.

"Please say hello to Professor Ivan for me." He said with a smile.

Snape's eyes flickered, he nodded, and let go of the nirvana magic.

The death threat that had been lingering on the heads of Nagini and Grindelwald disappeared in an instant, and Grindelwald's slightly tensed muscles slowly loosened. He nodded to Snape, and was about to skip leaving, but suddenly caught sight of Snape. Skull ring on Nep's palm.

She was silent for a while.

He said, "The resurrection stone I've been looking for turns out to be with you."

Snape rubbed the skull ring and said calmly, "The power of the Deathly Hallows is far stronger than we imagined. It is not just an ordinary invisibility cloak and wand, it also has a deeper level of power."

Leaving this sentence, Snape turned around and walked into the castle.

Grindelwald squinted as he walked away, the Resurrection Stone was right in front of him, but he didn't dare to grab it... He sighed in his heart, recalling what Snape had left, and brought Nagini to the door of the principal's office .

The stone statue blocks the road.

"Please let Albus know." Grindelwald said as if to see an old friend: "For our mutual benefit."

In the office, the White Wizard, who was still sending someone to look for Grindelwald's whereabouts, received a message from the stone statue. He sat blankly on the chair and fell into a long silence.

These are the words he said at the age of nineteen when he joined forces with Gellert Grindelwald in Godric's Hollow to usher in a new era.

Grindelwald waited patiently at the door.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time inside the door.

finally,

The stone statue slowly gave way.

The white wizard held the wand in his hand and saw the young Grindelwald coming up the stairs.

At this moment, he seems to have returned to decades ago.

"You're getting older, Albus." Grindelwald said disappointedly, "I can't see the fire in your eyes."

He looked around the office facilities and sneered: "The decades of being a principal have made you completely forget your ideals, Albus Dumbledore!"

"Gellert!"

Dumbledore stared closely at the younger old friend: "Your time has passed, why are you appearing again at this time, what are you going to do?"

Grindelwald looked into his eyes.

"I want to continue the unfinished business forty-five years ago, that's my dream!" His voice was also high: "Albus, have you forgotten the Godric's Hollow promise?!"

The white wizard's eyes were once again dazed.

Both of them seem to have returned to their youth, two equally outstanding and proud youths, who made a common agreement in Godric's Hollow - to create an ideal world for wizards to live in the sun.

"Enough!" The white wizard roared, and no one had ever seen such a furious expression on his face, "I can beat you once, and I can beat you a second time!"

Grindelwald's expression calmed down, and he even looked at his former mortal enemy with pity.

He stretched out his hand slightly, and the entire office was deformed and squeezed.

Phoenix Fox flew high and attacked Grindelwald, but was entangled by Nagini, and a snake and a phoenix fought in the twisted and narrow space.

"You are old, Dumbledore."

Grindelwald's arms trembled slightly, and the stones rising from the ground wrapped around Dumbledore's lower body, instantly turning into steel, making him unable to move.

Dumbledore waved his wand, intending to control the transformation of the office in his hand, but was instantly approached by Grindelwald and snatched the elder wand from his hand.

"Your movements are too rigid and your thinking is too slow." Grindelwald said with pity: "It should return to its master."

The Elder Wand fell into Grindelwald's hands, becoming more flexible and terrifying. In an instant, the surrounding glass products exploded.

Dumbledore could only turn his head and use his thick wizard robes to cover the shards of glass.

Wait for him to turn around.

There was a gap in the wall, leading to the outside of the castle.

Grindelwald and Nagini disappeared.

PS: Thanks to SCP-096's blade, thanks to the spicy sticks that are so hard to chat with girls, thanks to Ning Ri'an's blade that is unrivaled, and the salted fish thorn and blade of the attacking little pig

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Chapter 448 Chapter 89: Deathly Hallows Society

Dumbledore was leaning on the soft chair, his hands on his lap, his face hidden in the shadow of the light, unable to see his expression clearly.

Only a trace of impetuousness could be seen from his blue pupils.

When did the greatest white wizard get so anxious?

Even if Voldemort is destined to return, Dumbledore will not be so restless, he is methodical and pushes the wheel of fate.

And now,

His enemy is no longer the Dark Lord, destined to be defeated by the Savior.

But it was Grindelwald who he never defeated and never saw through.

His true enemy of fate!

The white wizard turned his head, and through the window, he could see people coming and going in the street, laughing and laughter, an image of peace—this was the peace that he had won with great difficulty, and he did not dare to publicize the Grindelwald thing, Dare to let this wizard's alley return to its calm and lonely appearance again.

It has been ten days since Grindelwald took the Elder Wand.

During these ten days, Dumbledore tried his best to find Grindelwald, but he got nothing! It's as if he disappeared into this world!

what do you want to do?

Where have you gone?

Anxiety rose again from the white wizard's heart. He thought he knew this opponent very well, but after forty-nine years, he could no longer guess what the opponent wanted to do!

Maybe I'm really old?

The white wizard looked down at the beard on his chest and at the thin palms.

"Click."

The door to the living room was gently pushed open.

Dumbledore straightened his back, quickly hid his expression in his heart, stood up and greeted the white-haired old man who walked in.

"Mr. Ollivander."

The best wand maker in the world, Garrick Ollivander smiled and walked into the living room, holding a rectangular and exquisite wooden box in his palm, and came to Dumbledore.

The box opens.

Inside was a brand new wand.

"Twelve and a quarter inches, rowan wood, phoenix feathers." Ollivander shook his head and said, "Professor Dumbledore, the wand will choose its own owner. I tried my best, but I can only see if it can accept you? "

Dumbledore nodded towards Ollivander, reaching for the wand in the box.

The magic is running smoothly.

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.

"It looks like it likes me very much." Dumbledore stroked his wand with a little emotion.

Except for the old wand, all other wands grew up with wizards. No wizard will re-customize a new wand. It is not a tool, but a partner.

There is no one but him who can change wands at the age of 100.

Ollivander was also very confused, but he didn't ask anything. He was just an ordinary wand maker. As for the purpose of the wand in the owner's hands, it was not his responsibility.

"Mr. Ollivander, I hope you can help me keep the matter of making a new wand here."

The white wizard's attitude is very sincere. He doesn't want to be known that he even has his personal wand taken away, which will cause great panic.

Ollivander hesitated for a while, then nodded in agreement.

Dumbledore paid triple Gold Galleon, turned his head and walked into Diagon Alley, which was full of people and harmony. Ollivander listened to the exclamations from the street and Dumbledore's hearty laughter, and vaguely felt more. A big storm is coming.

He turned his head quickly.

"I'm just an ordinary staff maker, and the magical world is falling down... and there are tall people supporting it." The staff maker whispered worriedly.

.....

August seventeenth.

New York Harbor.

The world's largest port has thousands of cruise ships entering and leaving every day. Standing at the port, the huge ships are like giant beasts floating on the sea. The shadows cover the sun, giving people a spectacular feeling.

A passenger ship from Thames Harbour, England, berthed into the port.

Passengers from all over the world set foot in the most prosperous city in the world with their dreams.

"Sir, this is your first time in New York. Do you need to buy a map?"

"Miss, have you booked your hotel yet? I have some good and cheap star-rated hotels to recommend!"

"Souvenirs, Indian handicrafts!"

Dark-skinned hawkers swarmed around them, fooling newcomers to New York. Every time someone came here with a dream like this, they would take advantage of them in their eyes.

But the hawker is also watching the food.

Those who don't dress up very well and will haggle over the price, there is not much oil and water to scrape off.

But those travelers who are well-dressed and temperamental, even if they just scrape a little oil and water, may make a lot of money.

And they took aim at a father-daughter-like combination.

The man has short white hair, a low-key and luxurious fluffy coat, a handmade towel with fine stitching around his neck, and a British square hat in his hand. His dressing style is very classical British gentleman.

The woman is a long-haired Asian girl with a beautiful face and an excellent figure. She wears smoky makeup and takes the initiative to fall behind the man with a suitcase.

Either a secretary or a mistress.

The hawkers quickly used their own experience to characterize the couple.

They gathered around.

"Sir, do you need a tour guide?" A white boy squeezed in among the vendors introducing maps, crafts, and hotels, and said loudly, "My name is Dick, and I know everything in New York! You invited me , must be worth the money!"

He looked at the peddler beside him with contempt and lowered his voice.

"These **** aren't clean, sir!"

Although Dick's voice was small, he was heard by others, and immediately a few black men rolled up their sleeves aggressively, exposing their bulging muscles, and swearing.

The smoky Asian girl quickly stood in front of her, her eyes especially fierce.

"Don't be nervous, Nagini." The man said with a low smile: "The conflict between races runs through this country. We have to get used to this. This is the characteristic of this city and this country."

Grindelwald patted the white boy on the shoulder.

"It's just you. I haven't been to New York for many years. I hope to have a pleasant journey."

Dick suddenly became happy. He glanced proudly at the unwilling hawker group, and led the two of them out of the port swaggeringly out of the port, eager to help Nagini with the suitcase, but the Asian girl gave him a vicious look, very Awkward.

"Sir, what's your name?"

Dick laughed dryly and changed the subject.

"Grindelwald."