Neither Felix nor Professor McGonagall appeared during supper. They discussed it fiercely in the office, but were undecided. The clone magic that Felix learned from the Arctic was flawless. He had only one book of magic, which was equivalent to his magic wand, which could fully exert his combat power.

If Grindelwald insisted on making the news of Dumbledore's death public, they could do very little.

The original plan was to take the premise that "Dumbledore" faded out of the public eye, and he would only show up occasionally in the future to prove that he is still alive. The entire magic world will gradually adapt to the fact that he is "retired". Even if the magic world is forced to be published in a few years or ten years later, his name can serve as an important deterrent force.

It is indeed only necessary to deterrent.

With Felix standing on the front desk to show his strength, he became famous a hundred years earlier than him, deeply admired by everyone, outstanding achievements, and recognized as the greatest white wizard, Dumbledore, who will become an unfathomable existence in the minds of ordinary people.

No one wants to anger such an old man and force him to go to the battlefield.

Moreover, the essence of this plan is that even if some wizards have doubts, they do not have the courage to question, and they dare not assert that publicly "curse" Dumbledore is dead, and the spits will overwhelm them: an old man who devotes most of his time to the magic world has the right to enjoy life, but only to be concerned about official duties. Felix can also cooperate to let "Dumbledore" appear, and say a few words of advice in public will not affect the overall situation at all.

There are many benefits, the cost is almost zero, and the only one who suffers damage is Dumbledore himself.

Unfortunately, Grindelwald jumped out.

Felix would not be so arrogant that he thought his accomplishments in transfiguration were comparable to Dumbledore. If "Dumbledore" appeared in the last second, Grindelwald would invite him to fight in the next second. Their approach would likely be exposed on the spot in full view of everyone.

In a short period of time, the solution that Felix could think of was to take on the excuse of Dumbledore being injured and to take on his own challenge.

But the cruelty of Grindelwald's plan is that even if they solve the predicament in front of them, it does not mean that the problem has completely ended, but the beginning of a series of troubles - because no matter how exquisite the lies are, they cannot withstand repeated doubtful gazes.

A magic trick will make people think about it after the first view. But if it is performed countless times, even if the flaws cannot be seen for a while, the public will subconsciously accept the fact that this is "fake". The magician's hard performance will only attract more suspicious and harsh eyes, causing things to be completely out of control.

"Felix, let's go back and think about it first, and discuss it tomorrow." Professor McGonagall said tiredly, "I'll let the students go to bed first." She left, and after a while, the students' reluctance to shout, they all wanted to know the truth, but Professor McGonagall said with a tough attitude that it was too late today and that everything would be discussed until tomorrow.

She turned around and exchanged a complicated look with Felix, knowing that this matter would not be hidden for too long, and she had to come up with a convincing statement. In the corner, Snape grew in the dark like a silent plant, with his expressionless face standing not far from him, and Flewy was standing in a sharp voice, stammering something.

Felix was a little sad and a little bored. In this case, the magic he was proud of was completely powerless.

He couldn't help but think of Dumbledore. How many times have he really felt this sense of powerlessness in his long life?

The castle gradually became quiet, and Felix climbed up the spiral stairs and came to the corridor where the principal's office was located. The stone monster did not stop him and pushed open the door to the principal's office.

It was almost the same here, and it was no different from when he first came.

He could almost recall all the details of his interview.

The exquisite silverware made a rustling and funny sound on the slender-legged desk, and spewed white smoke in the darkness; behind the beautiful brown school bench was Dumbledore's private book collection; the branch hat lay quietly on the partition; the meditation basin was hidden behind the black cabinet door; the Gryffindor sword was installed in a transparent glass box; the golden perch behind the door was empty, and it was originally the location of the phoenix.

The portrait of the principal on the wall was filled with a golden photo frame, and Dumbledore fell asleep quietly and peacefully.

Felix stared at Dumbledore's portrait.

"It will take him a while to wake up." A yellow-faced wizard with black hair and short bangs on the wall whispered: "To connect with the entire castle, we can exist forever."

Felix nodded at him and turned silently to leave the principal's office.

He suddenly thought of classroom 7, where there was a seventeen-year-old Dumbledore. He walked through the long corridor and stopped suddenly. The thinking hut was released instantly, but was stopped, as if an invisible barrier was blocking in front.

Felix failed to see the person's appearance, and in fact there was no need. There was only one person who was able to do this in the world.

"Grindelwald," he said happily, "I have always wanted to find you, but I didn't expect you to appear at this moment. Are those saints afraid that you will fall into this place?"

A figure in a black coat slowly walked out of the shadow, with a white rose on his chest.

"They are not children, and there will be no need to worry. And aren't you waiting for me, so I'm here." Grindelwald said expressionlessly, looking out the window at the scenery facing the Forbidden Forest, the moonlight was bright and bright. "After just a few days, you have replaced the protection magic outside the school - it should be Flivi's work. Are you guarding me? Unfortunately, it didn't work."

"No need to say, you should be able to figure out a deeper meaning, that is, you are no longer welcome here," said Felix.

"I was a little sad - except for the cold and wet room, this is the place I have been around the longest. Even the house on Privet Road cannot be queued, even though I have paid the rent for a few years... Where are you going to take me?" Grindelwald asked suddenly with interest.

As the two of them spoke, the surrounding walls became blurred, as if they were covered with a layer of mist, and the scenery began to overlap, as if they were both in Hogwarts Castle and in a completely different place. The sound of the night wind and the whine of the crows came to their ears.

"A cemetery, which is empty enough," Felix said quietly, "to talk about things."

Grindelwald said "tsk" and said, "Discuss things? Have you finished talking? I'm not here today to fight." He gently tapped the dry hand with his wand, and the castle became clear again. The two of them's eyes fell on the corridor windowsill, where a piece of branches quietly appeared, as if they appeared out of thin air, and a group of ants climbed along the branches to the cold wall.

"If you like it, it's the same here-I thought you'd come to me first," Felix said.

His heart sank. Grindelwald is not weak and he can't test it any further. The school is not a place to fight with all its might, and the two of them are so close that the talisman in his wrist has no reaction at all.

"Oh, I did think so." Grindelwald said with a smile on his face and rubbed his chin, "but then he changed his mind. Although I looked down on Babajid Abakind, at least on the surface, he was the one who stood at the top of the wizard order."

"Do you value his identity?" Felix said cleverly: "Borrow his mouth to achieve your goals?"

Grindelwald's eyes were shining.

"I can certainly stand up publicly, but why bother? His words are much more convincing than me. No magic newspaper will refuse to publish his speech, and all I have to do is tell the truth--you know, Felix Abakind was an orphan of the last wizard war. He had enough reason to hate me, but the fact is that he compromised and promised to negotiate with me for false peace. I have only recently learned about it."

"It sounds a bit slut, so you deceived him?" Felix was surprised. Babajid wouldn't believe his nonsense so easily, right?

Grindelwald shook his head slightly and smiled maliciously. Felix waited for him to stop, and Grindelwald sighed:

"Do you think I can only convince others by deception? I offered conditions that he could not refuse, and the temptation made him lose the ability to think calmly - he could convince himself and act according to my ideas without wasting his words."

"I'm very curious about this. Can you give me a hint? Maybe I'll have the chance to use it, too." Felix said lightly.

Grindelwald looked at him for a moment, grinning and silently shaped his lips.

Felix's eyes widened.

"An unbreakable oath?" he said in a lost voice. He was extremely shocked. His eyes subconsciously glanced at Grindelwald's wrist, and he was slightly stunned after seeing his left hand charred, and then moved his eyes to the hand holding the wand.

"Of course not signed," Grindelwald glanced at him strangely, "the statement he made today is the premise of making an oath, but - well, after talking to you, I will come to him and maybe meet your little girl minister. A lot of magic ministers and representatives as witnesses - I believe Aba Jinde will do this - the binding power of the oath will be incredibly strong."

Felix pursed his lips and swallowed.

"Oh, I understand." Grindelwald said slowly: "People like us are not used to giving their destiny to others, but this is more convincing. What do you think? For example, I told you now, but can you stop it?"

"What are you going to make?" Felix spoke with some difficulty.

"Probably, you can't kill people casually, and you can't provoke a wizard war." Grindelwald said vaguely, as if he thought there was nothing to care about about this matter.

Felix raised his eyebrows.

"Have you found a way to crack the 'unbreakable oath'?"

"..." Grindelwald was silent for a moment and asked curiously: "Why do you think so?"

Felix also fell silent.

Is this a wrong idea?

Did Grindelwald really intend to swear? His mind was broken? A thought flashed through Felix's mind, tentative reminder: "Do you hope Dumbledore can get a funeral worthy of him?"

Grindelwald immediately shook his nose as if he had smelled rotten flesh, with disgust on his face.

"You reminded me," he said with a sarcastic voice, his smile hidden in the shadows: "Where did you bury him? I could only say something to his tombstone, don't tell me that he is hiding his name, hide and dare not see anyone, I know everything-but it's not bad for him to live, I'm just hoping to see his regretful expression."

A moment of silence. Felix raised his left hand, and the emerald ring in his hand lit up, and letters flew out from it, flying in front of him.

Grindelwald's expression froze.

"What is this?" he asked carefully. Felix seemed to be able to sense the heartbeat opposite him, but Grindelwald's eyes were like a bottomless dry well, and there was no emotion.

"If you are still in Neumungard at this moment, you can receive one of them every two or three months, which will last about twenty years. But it is not available now." Felix said, letting the letters fly towards Grindelwald like a dove feather. Grindelwald stretched out his hand, and the letters were instantly plundered.

There was another silence. Felix suddenly asked, "By the way, if I go to Classroom No. 7 now, can I see one--"

"Needless to say!" Grindelwald shouted decisively, his nails sinking into the flesh, but immediately he returned to his calm, as if the loss of composure just now did not exist. "Felix, there is something missing in you, so you can't stop me. I can teach you a trick:" He said coldly: "You have to burn yourself."

Grindelwald is gone.

Felix fell into deep thought and returned to the office with heavy steps. He looked up and saw a huge black shadow leaning against the door.

"Hagir? Why are you here?"

Hagrid was awakened. His face was wet with tears, his eyes were red, and he was unconsciously holding a dirty big handkerchief in his hand.

"I...I've been waiting for you, Felix." Haeger said in a daze, then his eyes became fearful, and his voice choked, "I saw it in the newspaper, and saw...Dumbledore... told me that this is not true."

Felix hesitated, how should he answer, and continue to tell lies? When Abakind and Grindelwald formed a close connection with their unbreakable oath, they could not hide it.

He tiptoed and patted Hagrid on the shoulder.

Hagrid's expression was dull, and suddenly a beast-like howl, tears rolled down, seeping into his furry beard. He rushed over to hug Felix, and Felix let out a muffled groan, putting himself in a human-shaped iron armor spell, which was shaking; he cast a whisper spell to prevent Hagrid from waking up the entire castle.

When Hagrid was tired from crying, Felix seemed to be fishing out of the water. He took Hagrid to the office and let him sleep on the sofa. The next morning, the next morning, the deafening snoring sounds made him unable to sleep all night. Valen and Felix left the office and found Professor McGonagall and told him what happened last night.

Professor McGonagall was shocked when he heard this.

But not long after, Ms. Bones heard the news: all this was true. Just last night, hundreds of Aurors were on guard, and the ministers of the Ministry of Magic from more than ten countries witnessed the scene of Abakind and Grindelwald signing a contract.

The next morning, Professor McGonagall announced the news of Dumbledore's death to all teachers and students with sadness (and relief).

While the students were extremely shocked, they were also immersed in great sorrow. Professor McGonagall hurriedly announced the last wish of Principal Dumbledore, and then he firmly prepared Dumbledore's funeral. Since it was no longer a secret, she hoped that the students could attend the funeral before the holiday to express her condolences for Dumbledore.

Hogsmeade was filled with wizards from all over the world in almost the blink of an eye. What these people heard was the news announced by Abakind, who set out to prepare for the final farewell to Dumbledore's body.

The rainstorm poured that night, and lightning and thunder were roaring.

Everyone's hearts were heavy, as if they were wet by the rain. The next day, the sky cleared, the Hogwarts school gate opened wide, and wizards from all over the place rushed into the school. Felix's eyes were wandering around the crowd. He was looking for someone, and he knew that Grindelwald would definitely appear.
Chapter completed!