"Compared to our affairs, he has something he cares about more." Grindelwald glanced at Ronnie Ehrlich beside him, with a hint of sentiment in his tone.
"I knew he couldn't be trusted."
Ronnie Ehrlich clearly still held a large bias against Dumbledore.
"On the contrary, after today, he will definitely be more trustworthy than ever." And it was obvious that Grindelwald was the one who truly understood Albus Dumbledore the best.
He whispered firmly and meaningfully to Ronnie Ehrlich, "You must know, the situation we have now all stems from my old friend's boldness and... arrogance. He will achieve his goals by any means necessary."
The words of the original intention left Ronnie Ehrlich somewhat astonished.
"Is this still the Dumbledore everyone knows?"
The Saint was rather puzzled.
"Of course not."
Grindelwald chuckled lightly, his voice nostalgic.
"He is now the Albus Dumbledore that I knew."
Perhaps no one understands Albus Dumbledore better than Grindelwald. Just as they were conversing, Albus Dumbledore had once again Apparated.
In Hogwarts Village.
Albus Dumbledore walked out from the Pig Head Bar, holding in his hand a broken ancient item, which he had taken from Abeforth Dumbledore's wrist after knocking him out with one punch.
"Ancient Time Converter…"
This was something from long ago.
Abeforth Dumbledore had placed his hopes in and found this item, but now Albus Dumbledore had seized it for himself. What truly defines a willingness to achieve goals by any means?
Knocking his own brother out cold, Albus Dumbledore demonstrated with action. Of course, he did it because Abeforth Dumbledore refused to listen to his explanation.
"In the past, living in the future…"
Once again, Albus Dumbledore Apparated, arriving at a particularly remote manor, where a group of alchemy creatures of various forms immediately surrounded him.
Among them were soldier-like figures similar to Legos, as well as mechanical women resembling clockwork elves, all these alchemy creations were filled with extremely high-risk weapons.
Not only magic props.
But even also a fire stick from the Muggle world, potentially more useful than a magic wand at times, and its large caliber made it clear that it had been specially modified into a lethal weapon.
"Stop it all."
Quickly, with the sound of footsteps, a gaunt old man with white hair appeared; one word from him sent all the "guards" that had emerged back into their concealed hiding places.
"You have more guards here than before." Albus Dumbledore looked at the gaunt old man before him, who was none other than his other friend, the Alchemy Master Nicolas Flamel.
Somewhat withered in appearance, Nicolas Flamel sighed with a helpless expression, "Even though the Magic Stone has been given to you, there still are many trying to obtain treasures from me."
"Why is it so hard for us to enjoy some peace in our later years?" Nicolas Flamel walked with a wobble, yet his pace was not slow at all.
He seemed alarmingly frail but was actually quite spirited.
"I hope my visit hasn't disturbed you." Albus Dumbledore spoke with slight apology, looking at the large and anciently decorated house in front of them.
Inside, an equally aged woman was directing a group of alchemy creatures to cook.
"The visit of an old friend is never a disturbance."
Nicolas Flamel seemed quite pleased, but he also had the perceptiveness fitting his age, "I assume you've encountered some trouble and seek my help?"
As he spoke.
The great Alchemist looked towards Albus Dumbledore's pocket.
"You've talked me out of some impulsive decisions before, but now this impulse has returned, even stronger." Saying so, Albus Dumbledore brought out the damaged converter.
"This thing both you brothers have shown to me before. As I said, repairing it is difficult; we have lost many critical materials and techniques."
"Of course, what I am most concerned about now is, what has impacted you?" Nicolas Flamel took the item that Albus Dumbledore handed over.
The pupils of Albus Dumbledore slightly trembled.
"I think what affects me... is a hope that I have already verified."
His voice carried intensely fluctuating emotions.
In his eyes.
There was a genuine light.