Ms. Bones left in a hurry. This time she came here to tell Felix Grindelwald that she had escaped again. After that, she would immediately rush to the headquarters of the International Wizards' Federation for a meeting to discuss the impact of the incident.

"I checked the information when I came," she said seriously before leaving. "When Grindelwald's power was most inflated, the Ministry of Magic of various countries was forced to form a coalition force to fight against the saints who could gather and disperse at any time - completely different from the Aurors who had dealt with Voldemort last time."

Felix returned to the auditorium and was called away by Professor McGonagall. While sorting out Dumbledore's letters, she sorted out Dumbledore's desk and found a will - to be precise, a written resignation. In the resignation, he thanked everyone who had worked with him and decided to donate most of his belongings - such as a private library, notes on studying magic, magic instruments and other personal property to Hogwarts.

"For someone who is about to embark on a journey, carrying these things seems too burdensome. Memory is my most precious asset."

Professor McGonagall read these words in front of all the faculty members, and each professor expressed his gratitude and blessings.

After the meeting, Professor McGonagall left Felix and handed him a letter, "I found it while sorting out the letters." Felix was quite surprised, thinking Dumbledore would not write to him at all.

After all, all these letters are lies carefully woven by Dumbledore.

After Felix asked Professor McGonagall, he realized that the letter was mixed in many letters. Felix had only been concerned about picking out the signed Gellert Grindelwald and ignored the others.

"He also left me a letter," Professor McGonagall said emotionally, "I have read it and thanked me for my long-term support. In fact... he encouraged me in the most difficult time of my life, and I will never forget it!"

Felix opened the envelope, the letter was not long, and it was only half a piece of parchment.

"...When I realized that power is my weakness, I will avoid it as much as possible in my life. But people cannot always do what they want. At some stages of my life, I was forced to be involved in important events related to the safety of the magic world, and were highly expected to lead some people. They trust me, but they did not know that I was deeply afraid - when you try to achieve a grand goal, your heart will become cold, and you will unconsciously put people's value on both ends of the scale to weigh them, so I ignore that they are also living people, and in critical moments, sacrifice is always allowed."

"Maybe you will take the initiative to bear the fate of countless people - I believe you will do this when necessary - you will also face the difficulties I have faced. Maybe you will be more decisive than me, but I will never want you to be numb to sacrifice because of this. Pity the living, Felix, even if sacrifice is inevitable."

Felix slowly closed his eyes, and he felt that the letter was extremely heavy. Dumbledore used his death to the extreme, and he did not forget to make up for the lesson at the end: tell him what responsibility is and what sacrifice is.

Dumbledore did, and he was the only one who sacrificed.

...

Harry looked at the professor's seat, and the professors seemed extremely silent, and seemed to have not recovered from the news of Dumbledore's sudden departure.

Professor McGonagall chose to sit with Professor Hepp instead of sitting on the tall and gorgeous chair that originally belonged to Dumbledore, which made Harry feel a strange feeling, as if Dumbledore had not really left, and he could suddenly appear at any time, with a proud expression of a prank on his face.

"I think Professor McGonagall should plan to officially take up the post of principal next year," Hermione said softly.

"That's the case." Ron woke up. "The holiday is coming soon, and the students are in no mood... It's really better to wait until the next school year. Do you think Dumbledore is sitting in a tavern by the sea now?"

Harry and Hermione turned their faces and stared at him at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Ron said in a daze. "I've seen the poster. It's said that the Muggles look like when they are on vacation - wearing beach pants and sunglasses, spending the afternoon at the beach, and when it gets dark, they run to the nearest tavern to watch the show... Uh, Hermione?"

Tears rolled in Hermione's eyes.

"Why do you think that Dumbledore would leave school with a choice? Like you, you said, it's time for a holiday, he has at least two months off." Ron looked at her at a loss, but Hermione turned her face and her eyes were blurred.

Harry felt that something was choking in his throat and his eyes were extremely sour.

He tried his best not to blink, worried that this would make tears come out; he would not dare to speak - like being hit by a curse, if he dared to reveal a word, or imagined Dumbledore's first day of retirement in a corner of the world at this moment, he would suddenly collapse.

Hermione stared at Harry's face and finally confirmed something. She suddenly burst into tears.

"Don't do this, Hermione. He never hoped-" Harry said hoarsely as he could.

Hermione wiped her eyes with her sleeve, "Yes, I'm sorry." She said in a crying voice. Hermione buried her face in her arms and covered her stomach with one hand. It looked like her stomach aches, but tears poured out of her eyelashes.

No one noticed her yet. No, Harry felt a sharp gaze. He quickly raised his head. It was Professor Hepp. Harry was about to see more clearly, but the professor had already taken the initiative to look away.

"Harry." A voice said in his ear.

Harry was startled by the familiar voice and almost jumped out of his seat. He stared at Professor Happ who suddenly appeared behind him, looking incredibly at the long dining table, another Professor Happ was continuing to talk to Slughorn, and, no one seemed to notice the abnormality, as if the conversation only existed in his mind.

"—Weasley, Granger, come here together."

Ron looked stunned, Hermione raised her head, her face was completely weeping, and Felix handed her a handkerchief. "Oh, thank you-what is going on?" She stood up and wiped away her tears in a low mood. She was surprised to find a second 'Hermione Granger' sitting in the seat, the 'she' was heartlessly stretching out her arms to bring a plate of butter-mixed pea grains to her.

Hermione's eyes widened.

Felix explained calmly: "I don't want anyone else to hear this conversation."

He walked out of the auditorium, and Harry, Ron and Hermione followed, and they turned around three times, worried that they would be discovered, but found that they were completely overwhelmed with another self to feast on the table. They were in a weird mood.

The four of them walked to the stone steps outside the castle, and the clouds reflected the gorgeous rays of sunset.

"Dumbledore hopes that the impact of his departure will be minimized, so in the next few years, you may hear him appearing in a wizard town, or write to friends about the scenery he saw and the food he tasted during his journey, and then disappear little by little."

Felix said lightly.

"I guessed it," Hermione sobbed in a low voice, "but I still hold hope, maybe something wrong with his body..."

Ron's face was stiff and finally realized what was going on. He looked at Harry, but Harry gave no response, and found that he would rather go back to the auditorium and listen to his classmates talking about the holidays and about Dumbledore - at least in the hearts of those people, Dumbledore was still alive.

"You are Harry's best friends," Felix said to Ron and Hermione. "Harry knows, and you can easily guess the truth from his attitude, even if he doesn't say anything."

"So you want us to keep the secret." Ron said slowly.

Felix nodded, then shook his head again.

"Including this. This is Dumbledore's wish. He made a huge sacrifice, but I am not sure whether the direction of things will be realized as he originally thought... An accident happened... In Dumbledore's original plan, I, Professor McGonagall, and Harry, maybe you two have to add to all the people who know this."

"Accident? What an accident?" Ron looked at Harry and Hermione in a down mood and asked a question on his own initiative.

"Grindelwald." Harry, who was sitting on the steps, suddenly said.

Hermione showed a half-understanding and half-confused expression.

"You should know who Leonhard Basharat is," Felix said, but his tone was certain, "and also know what he had done, at least something. Not long ago, he proposed an idea specifically for possible turmoil."

"I," he pointed to himself, "Dumbledore, and himself, three of them worked together to deal with complex situations in the future, such as the wizarding world being forced to make public... but Dumbledore refused because he knew at that time that the plan would never be realized. Not to mention, Grindelwald is nowhere to be found..."

"Professor, do you think he will disrupt Dumbledore's arrangement?" Hermione asked keenly.

Harry pricked his ears, he didn't know what kind of mood he was now. He wanted Dumbledore's achievements to be known, but he didn't want his plans to be destroyed. His mood was very contradictory.

"Oh, I get it!" Ron said affirmatively: "He wanted to work alone and recreate the glory of the past. When Grindelwald was transferred last night - Hermione and I were outside the principal's office and didn't see that scene - Semo said that he fainted, which in Grindelwald's eyes might be betrayal."

Felix glanced at him,

"This possibility is not ruled out - but the relationship between Grindelwald and Dumbledore is very complicated, and no one can tell what he thinks." Perhaps the book "The Story of the Poems of the Poems" records some of Dumbledore's truth.

"If Grindelwald really treats Principal Dumbledore as his enemy," Harry thought, "he has to do one thing besides gathering the saints, and one thing he has to do--disclose the news of Principal Dumbledore's death!" After saying that, he showed a shocked expression.

Felix thought silently, and he was worried about this. And even if Grindelwald understood Dumbledore's difficulties, would his ideas change? Judging from the information Felix learned from all aspects, Grindelwald has always been a very independent person, and even with Dumbledore's fear of Grindelwald, it is very likely that their way of getting along with each other when they were young was Grindelwald as the leader.

The greatest white wizard in the world, probably the first believer of the dark wizard Grindelwald. This idea will make people shudder when you say it.

Even if half a century has passed, Grindelwald can cultivate his mind and become weak? Felix doesn't think so. No one is to be outdone when these people who have experienced war or dominate the war should be cruel.

He did not forget what Dumbledore left to him in the letter.

Felix hoped that Grindelwald had not given up on his previous idea. Although he had lost one of the three now, his magic could create a Dumbledore identity. As long as he didn't do anything, it would be enough to make the real thing. The real existence of him and Grindelwald balanced each other, on the surface, but on the private side, he communicated with each other.

Peaceful and moderate wizards support the International Federation of Wizards and Dumbledore (Felix), which represents the existing order, and the radical and ambitious wizards defect to Grindelwald to eliminate hidden dangers. If a tacit understanding is reached, Felix will not mind supporting him to form a new saint. Anyway, Grindelwald has destroyed the confinement spell in his body.

So Felix did not leave school, and was also sending a signal: he was waiting for Grindelwald to find him.

"Harry, you should know that the Slytherin secret room has been transformed into a spacious playground by me. The school has nothing to do these days. I suggest you set up a few club activities..."

...

Salzburg, Austria.

This historic city is located in western Austria, close to the German border. Baroque ancient buildings can be seen everywhere in the old town, with churches and monasteries, gardens and fountains competing. People living here can see the beautiful scenery of the Alps as soon as they look up.

In a spacious theater, thousands of wizards gathered together. They looked different and had different moods. If you had to find one thing in common, these people were not young and their faces were covered with wrinkles.

Everyone stared at the man on the stage.

"My brothers, my sisters, my friends-" Grindelwald's low voice echoed in the empty room, this was the opening remark of his former speech. After saying this, it was like a long time that brought them back to that fanatical era. But everyone knew that everything was different, and that once powerful man was old now.

Many people shed tears.

"I'm not sure...I'm still qualified to call you like I used to. You were my strongest supporters and trust me extremely...but I failed." The crowd was restless. "The future I promised to you was half a century late. If you were disappointed, shaken, and change your thoughts, I could fully understand, because I had also been disappointed, shaken, and changed your thoughts..."

Grindelwald stretched out his hand behind him—the saints exclaimed—his left hand was burnt.

"Don't worry about me," Grindelwald whispered: "This hand is the price for me to get out of the cage, and it also represents my determination." A ball of blue flames flew out of the tip of his wand, igniting the entire stage, and a high-pitched phoenix sound came from the flames.

"...But if you still have the last glimmer of hope, come with me, and I will let you see that future."

The flames obscured his figure, and the wizard in the crowd was still hesitating, and a wizard walked out without hesitation. This was a witch with white hair. If Felix was present, she would definitely recognize her, and she had the pseudonym Nickel Noel.

She threw herself into the flame, which did not hurt her at all. Grindelwald welcomed her with that intact hand.

"Welcome back, Vita."

More and more people walked out, and soon, the flames were covered with shadows and even a little crowded. Their figures became blurred in the flames, and they could only be seen from their movements, and they all looked at a few companions.

In the flames, Grindelwald spoke in a hoarse voice.

"We were intimate, so just do me a last favor: tell Felix Hepp that we will meet soon, but not the way he hoped." After that, he bowed slightly, and then straightened his body.

He waved his wand suddenly, and the flames suddenly contracted and turned into nothingness.
Chapter completed!