I swung a sword at Hogwarts

In the top wizard league, Puddlemere United won its first three consecutive championships, becoming the first team to break history, and Seeker Draco Malfoy became the Most Valuable Player.

The headmaster of Hogwarts was replaced. Professor McGonagall succeeded the legendary headmaster Slughorn as the new headmaster, and Neville Longbottom became the headmaster of Gryffindor.

Percy Weasley's eldest child, the older brother of four children, the little wizard who would enter school next year, looked up at the glowing tower.

The young Weasley asked his father.

"what is that?"

"That's right..." Hearing this, the bearded Percy looked up at the tower.

"my friend."

...

Magic Tower.

There was a sound like jelly breaking.

The wand and ring lying quietly on the ground were picked up by a hand.

A familiar voice sounded, whispering to the sleeping king:

"Bye, John."

...

“Congratulations on the ending. The Witch King’s loneliness, the Witch King’s regrets, the Witch King’s attachment.

What John loves is to turn back time and return to the time when he was not a king.

In that equally mysterious and unknown world, once again, let the brilliance and glory fall upon the world.

I Swing My Magic Wand in Marvel

ps: This is my standard for naming. 」

Chapter 857: Shadow under the Tower, Isolated Island on the Sea

That was a year after the second sun came out.

The impact of that battle, which symbolized the pinnacle duel among wizards, has gradually faded.

The destroyed island drifted alone on the ocean.

The collapsed Nurmengard began to grow again because of a flower.

Freed from its restraints, sunlight shines on half of the tower.

The red-haired man was wearing a thin white shirt and came to the shore with a homemade fishing rod.

The fish jumped out of the sea and connected to the hook.

This may be a truly relaxing life.

Dumbledore baked food using the eternal flame left on the island.

Use magic to create a spring of fresh water for yourself to drink.

The newly born rose has become beautiful.

He thought about Hogwarts occasionally.

That's the place he can't let go of the most.

He spent almost his entire life at Hogwarts.

From attending school to becoming a professor after graduation, and later becoming a dean and president.

Dumbledore met many people.

Some, like Minerva, become pillars of the wizarding world, while others, like Tom, become bad.

After all, those were his former students.

He always believed that he could treat those students with a selfless and tolerant heart.

Until the first time, he was kicked out of that position.

He then realized that he was not selfless.

A student wearing a silver mask stood in front of him. He knew what the other person looked like under the mask, but he could also feel the disappointment beneath the student's mask.

At that time, the always wise old man was confused.

The failure of Voldemort's education made him subconsciously fearful of the equally outstanding Slytherins.

Yes, he is partial.

The student told himself clearly that he was biased.

Dumbledore wanted to explain, but he couldn't.

What he feared was not only the ambition of Slytherin, but also the people he had met in the past.

One changes his youth, one changes his old age, and the other changes everything about himself.

"Love is great." Dumbledore looked at the rose.

The sun was shining brightly in the early morning, and the sea breeze brought a slightly salty breeze.

The rose was a bright red, the color he had loved when he was young, the color of Dumbledore's house.

"Love is restraint." His fingers gently fell on the petals.

That exceptionally beautiful rose has all kinds of thorns on it.

If you love someone blindly and madly, you will get your fingers pricked.

Only by caressing gently and intimately can both the person and himself feel satisfied.

The ring lying in the pistil tempts everyone to wear it.

"I know you, you want me to do whatever it takes," Dumbledore's eyes did not have any greed, only clear eyes.

He understood the meaning of this ring.

That is greed, madness, and power.

So Dumbledore never touched, he was an exiled wizard and a witness to his ascension to the throne.

He could always feel that the child had a little respect for him.

Just like I should have been killed, but in the end I survived because of the child's kindness.

"It's not me you want to destroy, but the me in your heart, right?"

Dumbledore's eyes were filled with sadness.

That child is so tired.

Perhaps when the child was treated as he thought was fair, he began to bear a lot.

It was my fault, I had been wrong since first grade.

It was the tiredness and responsibility of raising that child.

The one who changes is not the child.

is himself.

"You are such a fool, Albus."

Dumbledore was filled with sorrow.

Fire streaked across the sky.

It's the Phoenix flying over.

Seeds are scattered from the sky, bringing life to this barren island.

This place is full of loneliness.

But Dumbledore enjoyed it and prayed every day.

Pray for the Witch King.

His past mistakes had brought harm to the magical world three times.

The phoenix landed and sang for its master.

This is probably one of the few ways Dumbledore can entertain himself.

This was punishment, and even Dumbledore didn't know how long he would stay here before dying.

Perhaps, letting himself die before Grindelwald would be equally merciful.

In the face of death, he was as noble as a martyr.

Now, after escaping death, he was thinking about the cruelty brought by another death.

...

Under the brightest tower.

Every noon, a different scenery would occasionally appear in the pointer-like shadow of the tall tower.

It was black, but there was white.

There will be no hunger and no dust here.

What we have is only the loneliness that can never be touched and the unchanging.

In the shadows under the tower, the lonely man had no hope.

He is like the sleeping king, with no end in sight.

What I think of is clearly on the other side, but I cannot see it.

He once had a dream in which a phoenix appeared in the shadows, bringing not only faith but also the person he wanted.

So Grindelwald looked forward to the phoenix's fire appearing in this dark place countless times.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

This was the punishment the Witch King gave him.

Isolate everything.

He could only wander between expectation and disappointment over and over again.

He is not a Slytherin, but he has the paranoia of a Slytherin.

He once thought the world was sick.

So he performed an operation on the world himself.

Now he thought he was ill.

Due to the long period of loneliness, he could not feel the passage of time.

He looked forward to death, yet was afraid of it.

A year ago, his face was smiling.

He felt like he had won.

The light that penetrated the shadows was as bright and warm as the sun.

He was cautious and didn't dare to touch it.

The pale skin seemed to become fragile, and that little light could burn him.

After the light, there is still endless loneliness.

Grindelwald sat on that throne.

Such as the lonely throne he once made for the Witch King.

Sitting on it himself, he muttered to himself in a low voice, "Not so bad, is it?"

He was also once imprisoned in a high tower.

What's the difference between him then and now?