A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Ms. Burns left in a hurry. She came this time to tell Felix Grindelwald that he had escaped from prison again. After that, she would immediately rush to the headquarters of the International Federation of Wizards for a meeting to discuss the impact of this incident.

"I checked the information when I came," she said solemnly before leaving: "When Grindelwald's power was at its peak, the Ministry of Magic of various countries was forced to form a coalition to fight against the saints who could gather and disperse at any time - and the last time The Auror squad dealing with Voldemort is completely different."

Felix returned to the auditorium, and was then called away by Professor McGonagall, who was sorting Dumbledore's desk while sorting Dumbledore's letters, and found a will - a will, to be precise. A written resignation letter. In his resignation he thanked everyone who had worked with him, and decided to donate most of his belongings to Hogwarts, such as his personal library, notes on magic research, magical instruments and other personal possessions.

"For a person who is about to embark on a journey, it seems too cumbersome to carry these things. Memories are my most precious treasure."

Professor McGonagall read these words aloud in front of the entire faculty, each of whom expressed their thanks and blessings.

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

After all, all these letters were lies that Dumbledore had crafted.

After Felix asked Professor McGonagall, he realized that this letter was mixed in with many letters. Felix had only focused on picking out the one signed by Gellert Grindelwald, ignoring others.

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

Felix opened the envelope. The letter was not long, only half filled with parchment.

"...when I realized that power was my weakness, I avoided it as much as I could for the rest of my life. But people don't always do. Important events, high hopes to lead some people who trust me without knowing that I am deeply afraid - when you try to achieve a grand goal, your heart will become cold, unconsciously put people's values The scales are weighed on both ends, ignoring that they are also living people, and sacrifice is always allowed in times of crisis."

"Maybe one day you will take the initiative to shoulder the fate of countless people - I believe you will do so when necessary - and you will also face the problems I have faced. Maybe you will be more decisive than me, but I don't want to You are thus numb to sacrifice. Have mercy on the living, Felix, even if sacrifice is unavoidable."

Felix closed his eyes slowly. He felt that the letter was extremely heavy. Dumbledore took advantage of his death to the extreme. At the end, he did not forget to make up a lesson: tell him what responsibility is and what is sacrifice.

Dumbledore did, and he was the only one to sacrifice.

...

Harry glanced at the professorship, the professors seemed unusually silent, as if they had not recovered from the news of Dumbledore's sudden departure.

The fact that Professor McGonagall chose to sit with Professor Hepp rather than in the tall ornate chair that belonged to Dumbledore gave Harry a strange feeling, as if Dumbledore didn't really Leaving, he may suddenly appear at any time, with a smug expression on his face.

"I think that Professor McGonagall should plan to take up the position of principal next year." Hermione said softly.

"That's what happened." Ron came to his senses. "The holidays are coming soon, and the students are not in the mood... It's really better to wait until the next school year. Tell me, is Dumbledore sitting in some seaside tavern right now? ?"

Harry and Hermione both turned to stare at him.

"What's the matter?" said Ron, puzzled, "I've seen the posters and it's said that Muggles look like this when they go on vacation - wearing beach shorts, wearing sunglasses, spending an afternoon at the beach, and waiting for it to get dark. Went to the nearest pub to watch the show... eh, Hermione?"

Tears welled in Hermione's eyes.

"Why, why do you think - given the choice, Dumbledore would leave school? Like you, you said - it's going to be a vacation right away, he's got at least two months of vacation." Ron didn't know. She looked at her in bewilderment, but Hermione turned her face away, her eyes blurred.

Harry felt something choked in his throat and his eyes were sore.

He tried hard not to blink his eyes, fearing that it would force the tears out; he dared not speak—like some curse, if he dared to utter a word, or imagine with Ron that Dumbledore was somewhere in the world right now. In a corner celebrating his first day of retirement, his whole body would suddenly collapse.

Hermione stared at Harry's face, finally determined, and she burst into tears.

"Come on, Hermione. He never wanted to—" Harry said hoarsely to the best of his will.

Hermione wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "Yeah, sorry," she said in a sobbing voice. Hermione buried her face in her arms and covered her stomach with one hand, looking like she had a stomachache, but tears were streaming down her eyelashes.

No one has noticed her for a while, 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 whispered in his ear.

Harry was startled by the familiar voice and nearly jumped out of his seat. He stared at Professor Hepp, who had suddenly appeared behind him, and looked incredulously at the long dining table, where another Professor Hepp was continuing his conversation with Slughorn, and no one seemed to notice anything unusual, as if the conversation only exists in his mind.

"—Weasley, Granger, come with you too."

Ron looked stunned, Hermione looked up, her face full of tears, and Felix handed her a handkerchief. "Oh, thanks—what's going on?" She stood up and wiped away her tears, only to be surprised to find a second 'Hermione Granger' in the seat, the 'she' was Heartlessly, he stretched out his arm and brought a plate of buttered peas to himself.

Hermione's eyes widened.

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

He walked out of the auditorium, followed by Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who turned back three steps, worried that they would be found, but found that they were completely overwhelmed, and there was another himself eating at the table instead of them. They were in a weird mood.

The four walked to the stone steps outside the castle, and the clouds reflected a gorgeous glow against the setting sun.

"Dumbledore wants the impact of his departure to be minimized, so in the next few years you may hear about him appearing in a wizarding town or writing to friends about him watching on his travels. The scenery, the delicious food, and then gradually disappeared."

Felix said lightly.

"I figured it out," Hermione sobbed softly. "But I'm still holding out hope that maybe, maybe there's something wrong with his body..."

Ron's face stiffened, finally realizing what had happened. He looked at Harry, but Harry didn't respond, and he found himself preferring to go back to the Great Hall and hear his classmates talk about the holidays, about Dumbledore—at least in those people's minds, Dumbledore was still alive.

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

"So you want us to keep it a secret," Ron said slowly.

Felix nodded, then shook his head again.

"Including that. It was Dumbledore's wish, he made a huge sacrifice, but I'm not sure now if things will go the way he originally thought... something happened... in Dumbledore's original In the plan, I, Professor McGonagall, Harry, and maybe the two of you, are all the people who know about it."

"Accident? What accident?" Ron looked at the depressed Harry and Hermione and asked.

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

Hermione had a half-conscious half-bewildered look on her face.

"You should know the real identity of Leonhard Bagshot," Felix said, but his tone was affirmative, "and know what he did, at least a little bit. Not long ago, he proposed a Scenario - specifically for possible turbulence."

"Me," he pointed to himself, "Dumbledore, and himself, the three of them work together to deal with the complicated situation in the future, such as the forced publicity of the wizarding world... But Dumbledore refused, because he knew then This plan will never come to fruition. Not to mention, now that Grindelwald is nowhere to be found..."

"Professor, do you think he's going to disrupt Dumbledore's arrangements?" Hermione asked sharply.

Harry pricked up his ears. He didn't know how he was feeling right now. He wanted both Dumbledore's exploits to be known and his plans to be sabotaged. Feeling very conflicted.

"Oh, I see!" said Ron affirmatively. "He wants to go it alone and recreate the glory days of the past. When Grindelwald was transferred last night - Hermione and I were sitting outside the principal's office, no Seeing that scene—listening to Seamus, he's passed out the whole way—may be a betrayal in Grindelwald's mind."

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 was thinking." Perhaps Dumbledore was recorded in the "Tales of Bedouin the Poet" part of the truth.

"If Grindelwald really regards Headmaster Dumbledore as an enemy," Harry thought, "he has to do one more thing besides gathering the saints - make public the news of Headmaster Dumbledore's death! "After that, he showed a shocked expression.

Felix thought silently, and he was worried about that too. And even if Grindelwald understood Dumbledore's woes, would his mind change? Judging from the information Felix has learned from all aspects, Grindelwald has always been a very assertive person, and even with Dumbledore's fear of Grindelwald, it is likely that the way they got along when they were young was Grindelwald as the leader. .

The greatest white wizard in the world, probably the first disciple of the dark wizard Grindelwald. It's a chilling thought to say it.

Even if half a century has passed, will Grindelwald be able to cultivate his mind and become weak? Felix doesn't think so. Those who have experienced wars, or have dominated wars, are not to be outdone when it is time to be ruthless.

He hadn't forgotten what Dumbledore had left him in the letter.

Felix hoped that Grindelwald did not give up the previous idea. Although he lost one of the three now, his own magic could create a Dumbledore identity. As long as he didn't do it, it was enough to turn the fake into the real. The real existence of him and Grindelwald strike a balance with each other, tit-for-tat on the surface, but communicate with each other in private.

Peaceful and moderate wizards support the International Wizarding Federation and Dumbledore (Felix) representing the existing order, while radical and ambitious wizards take refuge in Grindelwald to eliminate hidden dangers. Felix wouldn't mind supporting him in forming a new saint if a tacit understanding could be reached. Anyway, Grindelwald has destroyed the confinement spell in his body.

So Felix didn't leave the school and was sending a signal: he was waiting for Grindelwald to find him.

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

...

Austria, Salzburg.

This historic city is located in western Austria, close to the German border. In the old town, you can see Baroque-style ancient buildings, churches and monasteries, gardens and fountains. People living here can see the Alps as soon as they look up. Beautiful scenery.

In a spacious theater, thousands of wizards are gathered together. They look different and have different moods. If you have to find one thing in common, it is that these people are not too young, and their faces are crawling. full of wrinkles.

Everyone stared at the man on the stage.

"My brothers, my sisters, my friends—" Grindelwald's deep voice echoed in the empty room. This was the opening remarks of his speeches in the past. After this sentence was finished, it was as if a long time had passed. , bringing them back to that frenzy era. But everyone knows that everything is different, and the man who used to be all-powerful is now old.

Many people shed tears.

"I'm not sure...I'm still qualified to call you as I used to. You were my strongest supporters and trusted me...but I failed." The crowd was restless. "The future I promised you was half a century late. If you are disappointed, shaken, and changed your mind, I can fully understand, because I have also been disappointed, shaken, and changed your mind..."

Grindelwald stretched out his back - exclaimed by the saints - and his left hand was blackened.

"Don't worry about me," Grindelwald whispered. "This hand is the price I pay for getting out of my cage, and it's my determination." From the tip of his wand, blue flames flew out, setting the stage on fire. , A high-pitched Feng Ming came from the flames.

"...But if you still have the last shred of hope, come with me and I'll show you that future."

The flames obscured his figure, and the wizards in the crowd were still hesitating. A wizard walked out without hesitation. This was a witch with white hair. Felix would definitely have recognized her if she had been there, and she had gone by the pseudonym Nickel Noel.

She threw herself into the flames, and the flames didn't hurt her in the slightest. Grindelwald welcomed her with the intact hand.

"Welcome back, Vita."

More and more people came out, and soon, the flames were crowded and crowded. Their figures became blurred in the flames, and they could only be seen from their movements, and they all looked at a few of their companions.

In the flames, Grindelwald spoke hoarsely.

"We've been close, so do me one last favor: tell Felix Hepp we'll meet soon, but not the way he wants." He bowed slightly, then straightened.

He waved his wand sharply, and the flame suddenly contracted, turning into nothingness.

Everyone on the stage disappeared.