Jon really didn't expect that he would encounter Grindelwald asking questions as soon as he entered the door.

After sitting on the sofa for a while, he finally figured out what Grindelwald was struggling with.

But then problems came one after another.

What's so confusing about this?

Perhaps it was because he lived in an era of information explosion in his previous life, and the information he could receive had shaped a fairly qualified philosophical concept for him since he was a child. Jon really didn't think that thinking about life was a big deal.

After all, he had seen too many of these things in his previous life, so many books published by emotional experts and life coaches, as well as articles in newspapers and periodicals, interviews, videos, plus the blunt values ​​​​in TV series, so many things.

There, even if Jon wasn't interested, he still saw some of it.

It was precisely because he had seen it more often that he found this thing strange.

"Senior, why do you struggle with this kind of problem? Don't people always have to go through a stage of growth? The fact that you have changed so much means that you have grown a lot, and you are no longer the same person as you were in the past, and what you call

In the past, it can be regarded as a mistake made when I was young and passionate, and it can be regarded as a fall on the road of growth."

Jon took out a glass of ice water from the refrigerator and poured it into his mouth. On this hot day, the clothes he was wearing were all newly bought ordinary clothes. There was no constant temperature magic on them, so they didn't work at all.

It has no cooling effect in summer.

Grindelwald was surprised that Jon could actually say such a thing. He originally thought that Jon was a young boy, but now it seems that this boy does have some substance.

"This actually has nothing to do with the connotation. I'm just talking about it on paper. I've read some things in books a lot, so naturally I can explain them clearly and logically, but when I apply them to myself, it's not as easy as it sounds."

"Too."

Grindelwald was very satisfied with Jon's calmness. In his impression, such a character was a very good one.

Putting aside Helga's factor, Jon himself is also a young junior who can win the eyes of his elder.

Talking happily with such juniors can be regarded as one of the joys in a lonely life.

But while the two of them were holding their cups and laughing and chatting, Jon suddenly remembered something.

This matter was more important, so he didn't care whether it offended Grindelwald or not, so he asked directly.

"Senior, are you about the same age as Principal Dumbledore?"

Grindelwald didn't know why Jon suddenly had such a question, but he still nodded.

"Yes, but the lifespan of legendary wizards is extremely long, so there is no need to worry about some of them."

The legendary wizard's lifespan had better be very long.

Jon touched his head. He had been taught by Helga, so he naturally knew what lifespan was.

The so-called legendary wizard has an extremely long lifespan, and that is when he is not affected by external forces and does not die unexpectedly.

Once there is an external influence, you will die soon. Like Helga, even if she is as strong as her, she was not able to completely prevent the open and secret arrows from the Holy See. If she had not been prepared, I am afraid that she would not be able to do anything in the world now.

There will be a demigod named Helga.

Why Dumbledore died suddenly when he was still in good health actually had something to do with external influences.

That is, the Deathly Hallows.

Grindelwald didn't know why Jon suddenly asked such a question. He was waiting for Jon's explanation, but Jon immediately asked a second question.

"Senior, have you ever heard of the Deathly Hallows?"

This is a good question.

Grindelwald's expression suddenly became playful. He narrowed his eyes and looked into Jon's eyes, trying to find out a trace of content. He did not try to read Jon's thoughts because he knew that he would not be able to read them.

Yes, since Jon can ask about these things, he is not afraid of him reading his thoughts: "How do you know about the Deathly Hallows?"

…

Under the same moonlight, in the Hogwarts library, in the silence, a dim yellow lamp floated quietly.

Between the rows of huge bookshelves in the library, an old man wearing a long white coat walked through his summer vacation with a serious expression. His eyes scanned the books in the back, as if he was looking for something.

After searching in silence for a long time, he reached out and found an ancient classic from the top of the sixth floor bookshelf.

But just as he opened the book, he suddenly disappeared into the room.

The next moment, the old man appeared on a mountain standing somewhere.

The mountain was so high that even the dark clouds did not completely submerge it. Under the clouds, thunder and lightning struck left and right like a disorderly link, and Dumbledore appeared on the top of this mountain.

There is already a person on the top of the mountain.

I don't know when this witch appeared here. She looked at the violent thunder clouds in front of her and fiddled with her fingers lightly.

Just like a signal, at the same time as Dumbledore appeared, the frantic sea of ​​clouds suddenly began to arrange themselves in an orderly manner. The chaotic whirlpools disappeared instantly, and even the thunder and lightning became silent.

"Long time no see, Perenal, where have you been these days?"

The witch standing here is Ms. Perenal, the wife of Nico Flamel, but she is standing here tonight, not to reminisce with Dumbledore.

"I have traveled all over the world and haven't come out for many years. The world has become unfamiliar to me."

"The world is always changing with each passing day, and so are you and me."

Dumbledore still held the book in his hand, and Perinal's sharp eyes saw it at a glance.

"Albus, are you still looking for the Deathly Hallows? It's really not easy for you to persist to this point."

Dumbledore shook his head.

Perhaps his mood was a little messy, and in order to cater to his messy mood, another wave was set off above the sea of ​​clouds.

It took a long time before silence returned.

"Although I know there is little hope, I still need to look for it. What if I find it?"

"That makes sense. What if you find it? But what if after you find it, it's useless?"

"It's useless, it's better than doing nothing."

Dumbledore tightened his hand, put the book into his arms, and stopped talking about the matter, but asked Perenal about his next plan.
Chapter completed!