I swung a sword at Hogwarts

She hunched over and looked up at the skylight that had once been broken.

She heard a knock on the door.

At this late hour in the night, she would always think of something.

The summer of 1889 was the busiest time in Bathilda's home.

Bathilda, who likes quietness, doesn't hate those children.

On the contrary, she enjoyed seeing the two children coming to look for the white-haired child.

Bathilda had forgotten this memory for a long time.

She wasn't sure if she had ever dreamed about that memory, but sometimes she would feel vaguely as if there should be that kind of person somewhere.

I haven't been to the attic room for a long time.

It was covered with dust.

She opened the door belatedly, five minutes after the knocking stopped.

Outside, the polite teenager stood there again.

John smiled at the old woman, "Ms. Bathilda, I hope I am not disturbing you."

This old lady with rich writing experience also smiled the moment she saw John.

Dull emotions can make people lose something, but they can also prevent them from being troubled by sadness.

Bathilda said, "Don't cover me with a blanket this time."

"I don't think so." John bowed slightly and chuckled. "Then, Ms. Bathilda, let's get ready to leave."

He took out the old wand, a symbol of power, and knocked gently on Bathilda's door.

There are many horizontal and vertical lines crossing each other on this large house.

The overlapping squares formed by the interweaving lines make the house shrink rapidly.

In the end, only a Rubik's Cube was left.

John picked it up and placed it into Bathilda's hands.

"It's so small." Bathilda looked at the small house, which was as small as a model.

After doing all this, John looked to the other side.

...

The man with heterochromia sat calmly in a home that did not belong to him.

The moment John appeared, Grindelwald knew that his punishment was finally coming.

"Why don't you take this opportunity to leave?" John saw that he was staying in the house well, and an inexplicable emotion flashed in his eyes.

"I think I can't let down the opportunity that Al has given me," Grindelwald said. "You think so too, Joel."

John was noncommittal.

He did think that if Grindelwald escaped, he could just as easily have the man die again.

Sadly, Grindelwald is no longer a martyr.

Because of Dumbledore's martyrdom, his life became extremely precious.

"I think you are ready." John glanced at Grindelwald and said calmly, "Equivalent exchange, the punishment you need to bear."

"Yes, I am ready," Grindelwald slowly walked out of the room, his eyes fell on the only aunt he remembered, he smiled, "Long time no see, Aunt Bathilda."

"Gellert, my goodness, you've aged so much," Bathilda said, "but you're still younger than Albus."

Grindelwald smiled. If Bathilda saw Dumbledore now, she would not have such feelings.

"I have prepared a place for you." John said calmly, "Accompany me to send Ms. Bathilda to the Wizard City."

"As you command, my king." Grindelwald smiled evilly.

Is he crazy?

maybe.

When he wanted to die but couldn't, when he thought he was alone forever.

His punishment has left its mark on him all the time.

Facing the impending punishment, it could be eternal confinement or eternal torture.

Either way, Grindelwald would accept it.

As he said, he enjoyed the curse of the Witch King.

A Thestral carriage fell from the sky.

The three of them got on the carriage and flew up as the Thestral flapped its wings.

At the same time, in the sky, a number of Thestral carriages were flying towards one place.

These are the first passengers of the Wizard City's special reception train.

Inside the now closed King's Cross station.

A group of wizard scholars, accompanied by their own personal assistants and with their heads full of knowledge, were slowly walking into the 9 1/4 station.

A train to the Wizard City is waiting.

As the last passenger walked in.

An obelisk appeared in front of the moving train.

A mixture of blue and purple energy opened a channel ahead, and the train passed through.

They galloped across the sea, and a school of whales not far away made ethereal sounds.

The train slowly drove into the wizard city.

...

Chapter 794: The Eternally Lonely Tower

This magnificent city, which is about to be completed, welcomes its first batch of wizards.

Accompanied by John, Bathilda put down the little house.

The shrinking magic was reproduced in reverse, and the whole house quickly grew larger.

In the end, the house in Godric's Hollow reappeared in the Wizarding City.

This place has a similar ecology to Godric's Hollow and was specially chosen by John for Bathilda.

"You're leaving, aren't you?"

Bathilda looked at the two people who were about to leave, and the two young faces seemed to appear in her eyes.

"I'll come see you again, Ms. Bathilda," John nodded.

Bathilda noticed something, she looked at Grindelwald, she stretched out her hand and slowly lowered it on his face.

"You can come to your great-aunt's anytime, Gellert."

Grindelwald paused.

In his life, the only place that could be called home was that small house.

That place holds everything he has.

Hearing Bathilda's words, he twitched his lips and said with a lame lie: "I may come at any time."

Bathilda smiled and said goodbye to the two children.

No matter how big, still how powerful.

Those in Godric's Hollow were, after all, children.

And Grindelwald also came to his place of punishment.

A place taller and more spacious than Nurmengard.

The eternally lonely tower.

...

"Is this the punishment you give me, my king?"

Grindelwald smiled, and locked himself in the same tower again.

"No, you're wrong."

John looked up at the tower and said calmly, "Your tower is down there."

He walked forward, "You shouldn't need me to invite you."

"of course."

Grindelwald followed behind John.

This empty tower is not meant to lock up Grindelwald.

Grindelwald was imprisoned under that tall tower.

John once again showed Grindelwald the greatness of magic.

As he had chosen, the Great Witch-King delivered the most vicious punishment.

They sank into the ground with their footsteps.

That is the reflection of the tower, a place where no one else will ever enter.

The shadow of the tower is exactly the same as the tower.

This is a mirror world.

"You are just like Dumbledore," John said, "an exile from magic."

This place is so dead silent.

A place of exile that exists in the shadows, a place of inverted reflections that only the Witch King can unleash.

The conversation between the two is the last echo here. After this, there will be loneliness for a lifetime.

The Phoenix, which can reach everywhere, cannot step past the Witch King and enter the shadow.

Everything about Grindelwald was in the shadows, becoming untouchable.

John took one last look at Grindelwald and asked, "Do you regret it, Grindelwald?"

same question.

Grindelwald replied.

"No, my king."

This dark lord who used every possible means to sacrifice the world had the most pious smile.

With his right hand gently touching his heart, Grindelwald gave his final greetings to the king with his signature evil smile.

"My king, in that eternally lonely tower, let yourself burn and shine forever like the sun."

He raised his head slightly, not sure whether he was smiling or mocking.

"The great, glorious Witch-King."

John looked at him deeply, then turned and left the place.

In the mirror world, Grindelwald looked at the person who sank into the ground and walked out of the mirror tower.

curse?

Maybe so.

The legend of three brothers.

The second son died in pain in the tower because of love.

The third brother escaped death, but will never be able to appear in front of the world.