Chapter 968

Lao Fu didn't know much about his dear professor. He guessed right, Dumbledore was really watching everything.

Next to the entrance to the Azkaban Prison above this underground cavern.

However, the old man no longer looked forward coldly, but was full of tiredness and weakness, and stared at the picture surging in the mist with his mouth pursed.

"Gellert, sometimes I really think I'm doing something wrong."

With his hands behind his back, Grindelwald looked at the chaotic battlefield in the picture. The old saints released all kinds of magic with bursting light effects and filled with smoke secretly paddling, grinning happily.

"How do you say it?" He turned his head away, his azure blue eyes were indescribably strange.

Obviously, at this time, he is peeking at the future picture according to the current battle.

"I don't know..." Dumbledore pursed his lips, closed his wrinkled eyelids weakly, and sighed slightly.

"Sometimes I wonder, if you were successful, if Tom was successful, what would the world be like?"

"Maybe everything will go to the worst situation, maybe everything will not be so bad."

Dumbledore opened his eyes and looked at the picture in the mist, and shook his head, "I looked at this Tom and thought of myself, maybe we have strengths that others don't have, but we are all dragged into the infinite quagmire in the end."

"Tom didn't seem to be doing as much as I thought he wanted to, killing wantonly."

Using killing as a means and killing as fun are two completely different things.

Because the killing of the former will be subdued by power.

It makes people docile and so pathetic.

If this is the case, then without Dumbledore, Grindelwald's victory in the end, or Tom's victory, is nothing more than bringing the destiny of mankind to a different future.

The destructiveness he thought did not seem to happen.

But he had to do something, because he knew that ordinary wizards, and even more ordinary Muggles who couldn't cast spells, would be reduced to pigs and dogs if these two ambitious people had their way.

To stifle some possibilities in the wizarding world, in order to protect a wider range of ordinary people...

It seems like he's been doing this all his life.

But what if he didn't?

Waiting for the clamor of the war to dissipate and everything to return to calm, it seems that human beings will continue to go on like this, right?

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore's weak state with some surprise, and couldn't believe that Old Deng, whose personality had begun to become domineering, had actually lost the vigor of his youth.

The young man who said 'for the greater good', the young man who aspired to change the world, is gone forever.

"Albus, you are really old..."

Grindelwald clicked his tongue with some distaste, "I don't know, and I would think that it's not me, but you who have been locked up in the castle for decades!"

A ridicule, in exchange for a dull sigh.

"Who says it's not..." Dumbledore's eyes dimmed.

"I've done too many wrong things in my life." Dumbledore looked so deeply at Anton in the fog screen, at Severus who staggered up behind him, at the Longbottoms, at Tom, looking at the familiar figures.

"I think it's time for a change."

Grindelwald's eyes suddenly widened, and his gradually clear future picture suddenly became chaotic and unpredictable again.

"Ha~"

He smiled helplessly, blinked, and his blue eyes returned to calm.

"very nice……"

"It's wasted work again!"

"Albus, what are you going to do?"

Dumbledore seemed to have figured something out, and he became much more relaxed. He gently took out his wand from the pocket of his wizard robe, and smiled slightly, "I want to be like Anton, to firmly guard what I want to protect. people and everything."

"I want to be like Tom, bravely do what I think is right, and no longer be bound by those secular world."

"I want to be like you, to embrace change, to join in change, to promote change!"

"Stop thinking about pointless balances and compromises."

"And before that, I need to stop this battle that shouldn't have happened, let everything return to calm, and allow some time to think about it."

In the words of Anton's kid, this is called a tactical home exchange. From now on, he is the former Voldemort, and Voldemort is the former Dumbledore. hey~

As he spoke, the wand in his hand pointed lightly in the direction of the ground, "Tarantella dance!"

In 79 AD, the wizard Zacaria Inosenti abused the dance spell on Mount Vesuvius, causing the volcano to erupt.

This historical record is clearly instructive.

As Dumbledore released the spell, the underground cave under his feet still shook.

The battle in the aerosol screen stopped instantly, and everyone was shaken by the bumpy ground, looking up in horror at the rustling dirt falling down.

"Merlin's beard is going to collapse here!"

The shrill screams were accompanied by all kinds of screams and noises, and the fighting stopped instantly.

Everyone is trying to find a way to leave the third underground floor, and no longer has the mind to fight.

"Damn, disapparation is forbidden here!"

"Oh, are we going to die here?" Someone tried to conjure up a stone-step passage leading to the outside with transfiguration, but found that the light of the curse flickered on the wall for a moment, and then dissipated. Obviously, as a prison of the Ministry of Magic, the walls are cast with extremely high-strength protective magic.

Even the most belligerent Bella had to fight and retreat under Neville's attack. She had to be closely guarded by her master at this moment!

The friends in the hut retreated to Anton's side. George shook the oil lamp in his hand and smiled triumphantly, "Maybe it can play a great role at this time!"

"Yes!" Fred crossed his hips, his eyebrows beaming, "As if by fate, we originally planned to store it in the warehouse, aha, it's time for them to see the amazing alchemy-magic created by the hut together props!"

"Dad, Mom!" Neville called out to the Longbottoms loudly, "Come here, we'll take you out!"

Anton didn't speak, he just squinted his eyes thoughtfully and looked up at the position above the crowd.

In such a confinement place deep underground, without magical animals and plants, and without everything in nature that intelligent beings are used to contacting, the desire of the human heart suddenly becomes so clear.

Originally, the people here had different thoughts and were different in their own way. They seemed so mixed that they couldn't feel anything at all.

But at this time, it seems that the desire of every heart has reached the unity.

That is the most primitive impulse of human beings, the desire to survive, so pure.

Anton waved his wand lightly, prying the collective consciousness of this piece, and felt a kind of faint but profound magical power.

It's so interesting, like a small galaxy, in which bright hearts shine.

Then, he could easily feel the reason why the underground cave was collapsing rapidly - the dancing spell.

An extremely simple spell that a little wizard can learn to use in the first grade.

show~

Such an exquisite spellcasting!

Such a familiar way of casting spells!

The corner of Anton's mouth was slightly raised. When it comes to guiding the situation, Lao Deng's operation is simply extremely skilled. Such an easy and convenient casting of spells can easily produce such a good effect.

Different wizards have different personalities, which in turn affect their spellcasting methods.

On the ground, a cloud of water mist lingering in the sea breeze rolled, and the picture inside suddenly flickered slightly, revealing Anton's smiling face.

"Oh~"

Grindelwald frowned, "It was discovered."

He smiled and glanced at Dumbledore, who shrugged at him.

When the sea breeze hit, the water mist was suddenly blown and swayed, drifted, moved, diffused and enveloped the two old men, and finally disappeared into the air.

And disappearing without a trace with the water mist, there are their figures.