"Professor, I have one more thing to tell you."

After Dumbledore made Tom's arrangement clearly, William hesitated and said.

"Earlier, Cedric and Qiu and I were walking in the Forbidden Forest... and we met Ronan."

"Are you sure you're taking a walk?" Dumbledore's eyes were smiling.

"Then change the word...digest food."

"It's a good habit to go to the Forbidden Forest to Eat in the middle of the night." Dumbledore smiled, not caring about William and his night trip.

"Ronan...I remember that horse man, a guy with a pretty good temper."

"Ronan told me that the ε star in the sign of the Snake is getting brighter and brighter, and even surpassed the Snake's heart in the brightness last night."

"And Voldemort's Horcrux was resurrected last night. Do you think this sign refers to this?" Dumbledore said calmly.

"Yes, isn't it?"

"I know what you mean, William. You are trying to say that the prophecies of the Horsemen can help us," said Dumbledore.

William nodded.

"William, if you know the horseman, you know that they often say something: 'The horseman's prophecy does not focus on the details.'"

"What's the meaning?"

"The horses can only predict the overall fate of a species and nation when they observe the celestial phenomena at night, but they cannot predict the affairs of a certain person."

"We want to know who will be the next wizard who will help Voldemort, and what Tom will do in America.

But the horse people cannot give us answers. They never focus on these details and only observe the general trend of the future.

For example, I heard Ferzelen say more than once, ‘The people in the wizarding world are just spending a brief period of peace between two wars. Mars that can bring war shine brightly on our heads, suggesting that the battle will surely break out again soon.’”

"I have not to say this, I have observed it, but can they tell us more details?

For example, who wins and how to win?”

"That happened last night..." William said in confusion.

"You can understand this." Dumbledore sighed: "Tom's resurrection has greatly affected the future direction of Britain, and even the direction of the entire magic world.

That's why the horses can learn about this situation by chance...we can't expect them to be so lucky every time."

Dumbledore's fingers crossed, adding:

"And even if they know more details, I don't want to hear it."

"Why?" William puzzled.

"Remember the number divination you mentioned?"

William nodded.

Dumbledore whispered: “Professor Victor said the attack would happen seven times and it would fail in the end.

Seven times are accurate. Tom did use the seven basilisks, but the prophecy failed... Who failed?

Did Tom fail? He did lose his body, but there is still the possibility of resurrection.

Have we failed?

You prevented Riddle from resurrection, and made him into a shadow state, and the attacked person did not die... But, William, you would not think you succeeded because Riddle became a tricky long-term conspiracy for us."

"Prophecies are so ambiguous, and countless results tell us: It is stupid to believe in this kind of thing too much!

Voldemort believed in a certain prophecy too much, which led to his current appearance.

We can only try to use it, but we cannot regard it as a given result, otherwise it will mislead you."

Dumbledore sat dumbly on the chair, revealing a decadent temperament that had never been shown in front of others.

After a moment, he got up and walked into a room.

This is a simple room.

A large object stood beside the wall, covered with black velvet.

Dumbledore stood there, thinking for a moment, walked towards the concealed object, and pulled the velvet off.

The Eris Magic Mirror appeared.

He hasn't looked in this mirror for a year since the Kilo incident.

At this moment, he mustered up the courage and looked into the mirror.

The young man Dumbledore and the young man Grindelwald were lying on a grass.

Dumbledore turned his head away and restrained the urge to cover the mirror again. He cheered up and raised his blue eyes.

"Gellert, are you willing to be my lover?" asked the young man Dumbledore.

"Abus, I must remind you again that I am a man."

Grindelwald reached out to block the dazzling sunlight, his golden hair shining in the light.

He said seriously: "Are you really sure you want to be lovers with me?"

Dumbledore lowered his head, pondered, raised his head, and showed a determined look.

"Life is short, why not give it a try?"

near,

Deep kiss!

The scene changed, and the old Grindelwald smiled and sat on a dusty chair surrounded by loneliness.

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Chapter completed!