Harry Potter and the Old Ones

At twelve midnight, the Weird Sisters stopped playing, walked to the front of the stage, bowed to everyone, gave them a final round of applause, and walked towards the foyer.

But many people are not willing to end this wonderful night like this, so many people still stay in the auditorium hall, even if there is no music, holding hands with each other, snuggling in the dim lights and gorgeous ceiling decorations Whispering quietly.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione also left the Great Hall with the majority of the crowd, while Tiera remained in the Great Hall—

"Then, he wants you to help him figure out what that golden egg means!" Ron's angry voice came from the foyer outside the auditorium, "I guess you met in a warm and comfortable library, two heads right next to-"

"I never helped him study that golden egg!" Hermione's voice was furious before Ron could finish speaking, "Never. How could you say something like that - I always hoped Harry and Tit Yella wins the game!"

"You're acting a little weird," Ron sneered. "You're collaborating with the enemy!"

"Collaborating with the enemy is a piece of shit!" Hermione couldn't help scolding. The whole competition was for everyone to make friends with foreign wizards and build friendships with them! "

"No, it's not!" shouted Ron, "to win the game!"

"Ron," Harry whispered, "I don't think it matters that Hermione and Krum are together—"

But Ron ignored Harry's words.

"Why don't you go to Wicky, he'll worry if he can't find you," said Ron.

"Don't call him Wicky!"

Hermione jumped to her feet, ran across the dance floor angrily, and disappeared into the crowd. Ron looked at her back with a look of resentment on his face.

Tiera heard the quarrel outside the entire auditorium, so she did not go out, but continued to stay in the auditorium.

There are not many people left in the auditorium now, only a few little mandarin ducks, and Dumbledore, who is slightly drunk, leaning against the dining table.

Tiera smiled and walked towards Dumbledore.

"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore." Tiera stopped in front of Dumbledore, bent down slightly, stretched out her right hand, and asked politely—

"I wonder if I have the honor to ask you to dance with me?"

"No." Dumbledore took another sip of fruit wine and said with some drunkenness, "Go play, I will go to bed after I finish this glass of wine, go and play with your friends. , enjoy this rare and frivolous night...I believe that even if the banquet here is over, there must be another banquet waiting for you in the Gryffindor common room.... ..don't mind me, the lousy old man."

"Albus..." Tiera's voice seemed to suddenly change, becoming more mature, more assertive, becoming—

"Albus... Would you like to dance with me?" The voice sounded again, and Dumbledore always felt that this voice was very familiar and warm, like, like, heard it somewhere, like. .....like.......

——Suddenly, Dumbledore raised his head in shock, a memory that had been buried in his own dust for a long time awakened, jumped out of the shackles deep in his mind, and ran rampant.

Tiera standing in front of Dumbledore——

No, no more, no more Tiera, or what Tierra is no longer.

That look of Dumbledore's head seemed to pull him into the summer of sixteen, into Godric's Hollow, into the barn.

Standing in front of Dumbledore was no longer the black-haired, black-eyed Tiera who was not as tall as Harry, but a tall young man about 1.8 meters tall, with eyes of different colors, with long golden hair draped over his shoulders. Under the light of the whole dome, it exudes the brilliance and heat like the sun, and the handsome face is filled with the unbridled, confident and high-spirited smile that Dumbledore had when he first saw him.

"Albus, I don't know if I have the honor to invite you to dance again." The handsome young man in front of him said again in a **** voice, and his colleague's outstretched right hand stretched forward again.

Dumbledore stared blankly at him, blankly watching—

Light rose from Dumbledore's eyes, and a numb feeling gradually climbed into his heart that had been silent for fifty years.

Tears began to flow silently in Dumbledore's eyes, and then—

Dumbledore felt that he must have lost his mind or madness under the influence of tonight's atmosphere and alcohol to make such a bold and inappropriate move:

An old hand touched Tyer's stretched right hand.

After a hundred years, the heroic Dumbledore once again took the hand of "Grindelwald".

The cold Christmas night was instantly dyed with the smell of midsummer.

Tiera, or the smile on "Grindelwald"'s face became more and more arrogant and flamboyant, and with a little force, he pulled Dumbledore, who was sitting on the stool, a little drunk, and dragged him to the stage central.

"Grindelwald" took Dumbledore's hand and swayed from side to side.

It was past twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the Strange Sisters had closed, and there was no music around, just the weird stares and ear-biting chatter from the Hogwarts students who were still kissing me.

Tierra and Dumbledore—

Or the dances of Grindelwald and Dumbledore don't need music either.

Those strange glances and gossip Dumbledore had experienced countless times before, he didn't care.

These are just the whetstones of his past experiences, the shadows on the crown of his number one White Demon King in the world.

This does not detract from his greatness.

The only thing he cares about is-

"Grindelwald" is still so young and so dazzling, even in reality, the new "Grindelwald" has begun to grow, but he is old and dying.

"Grindelwald" and Dumbledore were dancing in the center of the stage, a stage that belonged to the greatest Dark Lord of all time and the greatest White Devil of all time.

Dumbledore let go of his prejudices, let go of his defenses, and briefly forgot his mission and responsibilities~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Now he is Albus Dumbledore, the sixteen-year-old boy from Godric's Hollow ——

Dumbledore was so tired that the responsibilities and missions accumulated over the decades had almost overwhelmed him.

He needs rest too much, he needs a safe haven too—

Perhaps, Dumbledore thought, he was neither crazy nor lost his mind.

As long as the dazzling young man like a big golden bird is willing to extend his hand, Dumbledore is willing to hold that hand whenever, wherever, and under any circumstances—

How could he refuse?

He could never say no to Gellert Grindelwald.

Dumbledore would rather believe that, at this very moment, it was Gellert Grindelwald who held his hand and danced with him.

Dumbledore dragged Tiera and danced for a long time, until everyone left, until only the two of them were left in the lonely, messy and desolate auditorium.

They are like a desolate island, a wall peeled from the wall, drifting toward the unknown abyss.

As dawn approached, Dumbledore finally stopped, and in every old wrinkle on his face there was deep sadness.

Finished dancing.

"Grindelwald" released Dumbledore's hand, took a step back, and bowed slightly like a gentleman.

The light on "Grindelwald" drifted away like smoke, falling off little by little.

Grindelwald, who was proud like a scorching sun, slowly disappeared, and what stood there was the black-haired and black-eyed Tiera.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Principal." Tiera bowed slightly.

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