Vol 2 Chapter 415: King 10 word station (2 in 1)

A long time passed, but maybe it was only a moment...Jon suddenly realized that he was naked, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Before this thought became clearer in his mind, a ceremonial robe appeared in the mist not far away...
Jon quickly picked it up and put it on his body. This robe fits perfectly... it's soft, clean and warm.
"It's amazing!" A smile appeared at the corner of Jon's mouth, and he continued to look around.
The farther he looks, the more things he sees
Above his head was a glass domed roof gleaming in the sun, maybe this was a palace, Jon secretly guessed.
Things around him began to appear before his eyes. He finally found that this spacious space, bright and clean, a hall larger than the school's auditorium, and a shiny hemispherical ceiling, it was very empty, with him alone, except
"I didn't expect you to find this way!" A gentle voice came from behind him.
Albus Dumbledore walked towards him, walking briskly and upright, wearing a dark blue robe that was too clean to be clean.
"Jon." Dumbledore opened his arms, his arms looked very smooth, even slightly white.
"It's nice to see you here, professor!" Jon said with a smile, and then hugged eagerly with the old principal.
Just as they hugged, two chairs appeared in front of them. Jon hadn't noticed them before. They were placed under the high and bright ceiling not far away.
"Let's go and sit down!" Dumbledore suggested.
He strode over and sat down on one of the chairs, while Jon Hart sat on the other.
...
"It looks beautiful here!" Jon said first: "How long have you been here, Professor?"
"To be honest, I don't know!" Dumbledore shook his head: "It may only be a few minutes... but it seems like a few days and nights."
"How do you feel?" Jon continued to ask.
"It seems, not bad..." Dumbledore said with a smile.
"There is no delicious dessert...and no one listens to your incomprehensible jokes...not to mention a group of portraits chirping in your ears..." Jon said softly.
"Then you know where this is?" Dumbledore asked mischievously.
"Well, let me guess; the border between life and death...or in your brain...or in my brain..." Jon replied calmly: "I am prophesying Mag Si, Professor, so I can know something I shouldn’t know..."
"Indeed, I was negligent..." Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully, pretending to be serious: "I shouldn't use the thinking of an ordinary person to try to figure out the true genius..."
"Professor, if you say something against your heart like this, it will make me feel a little airy..." Jon said with a smile.
Albus Dumbledore seems to be in a good mood... and since Jon first met Dumbledore, he has never been like this, not at all like an old man, not like an elder; he Looks like a naughty old boy.
"In a sense, the three results you guessed are all correct..." Dumbledore said jokingly, "Then the question is, where are we?"
"...Just my personal feeling!" After a pause, Jon said profoundly, "Like at Kings Cross Station!"
"King's Cross Station!" Dumbledore giggled unabashedly. "Sounds very good, is it true?"
"Yeah..." Jon nodded: "Although it's empty here, there are no cleaners... But in my opinion, the train may come at any time..."
"You want to persuade me to board the returning train... It seems that you want to persuade me to go back?" Dumbledore gave Jon a deep look.
"Yes!" Jon
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He answered without hesitation.
...
Albus Dumbledore looked a little angry, and the smile on his face disappeared.
He was sitting there like a 100-year-old child, stomping his feet and rubbing his hands from time to time.
"This is my choice... Jon, this is my own choice..." Hesitating, Dumbledore spoke slowly.
"But now...you have another chance to choose..." Jon said with a serious face: "The Deathly Hallows gave me the chance to dominate death, and it also gave you a second chance to choose!"
"I said... I was tired of the life I used to... I don't want to live just for responsibility..." Dumbledore shook his head.
"You don't need to live for responsibility anymore..." Jon also shook his head: "You can pursue the life you yearn for... Miss Ariana Dumbledore has left, and has been away for many, many years... Regardless of whether it was your fault or not, it has nothing to do with you. You don’t have to bear the guilt for so many years... You have already died once, so let the guilt disappear over time..."
"The life I want?" Albus Dumbledore smiled wryly.
"You told me about the story of your good friend Nick LeMay." Jon continued to speak with a bit of "spoken words" and said: "But you and Mr. Flamel are different. Flamel has lived for six years. For more than a hundred years, he has enjoyed countless warm and cold lives, and he is truly bored with life; and you, you have never even come into contact with any "easy and happy" life..."
"...Leaving like this is very unfair to you... Do you think so?" Jon asked calmly.
Albus Dumbledore looked slightly shaken.
"Arianna...she's waiting for me..." Dumbledore lowered his head, murmured like a scared child.
Jon also seemed to coax a child, patted Dumbledore’s gray hair lightly: "Miss Dumbledore certainly does not want you to leave this world with so much regret... I know her, I believe her, she I have never resented you..."
"..." Dumbledore seemed choked, somewhat speechless.
"If you leave, many people will be very, very sad... For example, Mr. Porter, the special training course you gave him is not over yet, hasn’t it; and Professor Minerva McGonagall, I think you should know that you What a blow to her will be caused by his departure; of course there is Mr. Grindelwald..." Jon continued to patiently persuade: "Of course, there is also me. If you leave like this, I will regret it for life... …"
"Thank you...Jon...thank you..." Dumbledore drew back into Jon's arms, tears in his eyes.
"Let's go, let's go back..." Jon said while comforting Dumbledore, "The train is coming soon, I think many people are waiting for us to return..."
...
The hazy fog gradually disappeared.
A swarm of complicated railroad tracks appeared in front of them; of course, there were also marble train platforms...Although there was nothing in the whole station.
"Do you know what it will cost me to go back!" Albus Dumbledore raised his head again.
"To be honest, I don't know; even if I can come here, I have to rely on a little luck..." Jon answered honestly: "And, no matter what the cost, I don't care..."
"With three Deathly Hallows, you can dominate death..." Dumbledore said slowly: "But death cannot leave you endlessly. When I go back, it means that the Deathly Hallows are no longer It’s the Deathly Hallows, and you can no longer dominate death..."
"I said, Professor Dumbledore... I don't care..." Jon shook his head gently: "What's more, the three Deathly Hallows are not mine originally. The'Invisibility Cloak' belongs to Mr. Potter. , The'Old Magic Wand' belongs to you, and only the'Resurrection Stone' can barely be regarded as my own...I just borrowed their power temporarily!
"What's more, I'm only fifteen years old, and death is still very, very far away from me..." Jon added.
"But, you have to deal with Tom... Even if you let me go back, my soul will no longer be the same as before, nor will I
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I have the same power again..." Dumbledore argued: "Even if I go back, I will be just an ordinary wizard... I can't help you more! "
"To deal with a Tom Riddle, you have to rely on the power of the sacred artifact?" Jon asked back: "Then I failed your trust and expectations?"
Dumbledore looked a little speechless.
Jon gently supported him: "Let's go, Professor... the train has arrived, we should go back!"
As Jon’s voice just fell, there was a long siren in the distance.
Then, a red steam train slowly drove towards the platform.
...
Gellert Grindelwald tremblingly looked at the stone bed, the boy and the old man lying on both sides of the stone bed.
Looking at the old magic wand in the boy's hand, the invisibility cloak and the resurrection stone on the old man...
Throughout his life, the Dark Lord has never been so nervous.
The boy's eyelids jumped slightly, then he struggled and got up from the stone bed.
"How..." Mr. Grindelwald hurriedly rushed to Jon's side, and asked with concern: "Is he back... Albus... Did you succeed in persuading him to come back?"
"I think I succeeded..." Jon said calmly: "We got off the car together!"
"Get off?" Grindelwald was stunned.
He quickly turned around
Albus Dumbledore also got up from the stone bed. He had taken off the invisibility cloak, folded it, and put it back on the stone bed.
"Albus!" Grindelwald's voice trembled fiercely.
"Long time no see...Gellert!"
The two old men walked in front of each other and gave a deep hug.
"Very good...very good...very good..." Grindelwald let go and slowly said: "You are back...or you can go back to Hogwarts again and be your principal; and I, You can stay here with peace of mind and continue to be the most dangerous prisoner in the world..."
"No..." Dumbledore shook his head: "Jon persuaded me that I might try a different life..."
"A different life?" Grindelwald was stunned.
"I have died once, and you have also been imprisoned in this tower for fifty years... We have all paid enough; so I feel that our previous grievances may also be wiped out!" Dumbledore Calmly said, "What do you think about this, Gellert?"
Grindelwald fell into a brief contemplation.
Finally, he looked up: "I think...I agree with you, Albus!"
...
Jon was on the stone bed and picked up the invisibility cloak folded by Dumbledore.
Although it is still supple and smooth...but above it, there is no trace of soul breath. Now, it is just a well-made, long-standing and well-preserved ordinary invisibility cloak.
The same is true for the Resurrection Stone. Jon can no longer use this fingernail-sized stone to summon countless ghosts, loyalty to himself, and fight for himself like he did in Dracula's Castle.
Of course... and the old magic wand!
Picking up the elderberry wand, Jon shouted, "Professor, your wand?"
Albus Dumbledore turned his head and shook his head: "No...I'm dead, so the ownership of the old wand is no longer mine..."
Jon was stunned: "Wait, it was Astoria who killed you... So does this mean that the owner of the old wand became her?"
"No." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head: "I chose to be killed by Miss Greengrass voluntarily, so the ownership of the wand will not change at that time; and you may have forgotten it a few months ago. The old house of Gunter, you have successfully used the Disarming Curse on me...
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"Oh, is it..." Jon recalled carefully before murmured: "However, you can't help but carry your magic wand with you..."
"No, this magic wand, for me and Gellert, has a very bad memory!" Dumbledore said with a serious face: "Moreover, even if I no longer have the power I once had, I will not carry it with me. Magic wand, it won’t have much impact..."
"...In addition, the old magic wand is no longer a deathly hallowed weapon, although its power is still stronger than the ordinary magic wand; whether you choose to use it or treat it as a souvenir, it is your power."
Jon nodded, and finally asked, "Well, professor, what plans or arrangements do you have in the future?"
"Are you planning? I just discussed with Gellert, we agreed to prepare a trip around the world..." Dumbledore blinked a little mischievously: "Let's start from the east!"
...
The two old and one young walked out of the tower and into the desolate courtyard.
The two elders seemed to be full of energy and energy.
"Can you leave this fortress, Mr. Grindelwald..." Jon asked curiously, "Do I need to go through any formalities?"
"Procedure?" Gellert Grindelwald snorted contemptuously: "It's not necessary, because I built this fortress..."
"But you said before that you haven't used magic for fifty years. Now you are no different from an ordinary old man..." Jon asked in a low voice.
"Indeed!" Grindelwald nodded: "But if I want, they can come back!"
The scrawny old man raised a hand
Suddenly, the whole fortress began to tremble...
The tower collapsed a little bit, the surrounding walls collapsed one after another, and the surrounding barriers gradually became bleak...
The Tower of Newmontgard, the most terrifying wizarding prison in the world; it turned into rubble within a few minutes ~EbookFREE.me~.
At the same time, a dark shadow appeared from a distance.
It looks like a huge black cloak, and also like a huge black veil... It is half the size of a football field, and black light is diffused around it...
If Jon remembers correctly, this is a "Lord Bat"...
Moreover, it was the huge Voldebat he saw in the depths of Durmstrang!
The huge Voldebat slowly stopped in front of the three of them, lowering its disclosure.
Grindelwald stepped on the back of a Volterra bat as if stepping on a black cloud; then Dumbledore also walked up.
"We are about to begin our journey, Jon!" Dumbledore said with a smile: "If you need any help, you can always ask us..."
"This..." Jon thought carefully: "I think I need something now, professor..."
"Oh?" Dumbledore gave him a curious look.
"First of all, there must be an Albus Dumbledore, right... Otherwise, the entire Scourge, ah, the entire magic world will be messy!" Jon replied, "So..."
"This is easy..." Dumbledore nodded, and he pulled out a few of his pale hairs and placed them in Jon's hands.
"Okay..." Jon took them quickly, then glanced at Grindelwald inadvertently.
"Huh... you want my hair too?" Grindelwald snorted coldly, then reached out and touched the few remaining hairs on his head: "Forget it... give it to you..."
"Huh?" Jon froze for a moment with some embarrassment, and then quickly took over the hair from Grindelwald's hand.
Voldebats have risen into the sky
"Then I wish you a safe journey...Professor Dumbledore, and Mr. Grindelwald!" Jon shouted, looking at the dark shadows going away.