Chapter 972 I Can’t Wait to See Your Disappointed Face!

As the spell was recited, wisps of white mist spread quickly, and everything around him was gradually submerged in the mist. When the white mist dissipated, a familiar scene appeared in front of Ivan.

This is Nurmengard!

Ivan glanced around, quickly recognized it, and found the imprisoned Grindelwald in the corner of the room.

Different from the last time we met, the dark lord wears magic shackles on his hands. Although it does not affect his movement, judging from the style, this should be a magic item specially used to suppress the magic power in the body.

Sure enough, he knew that Grindelwald's management could not be as lax as he originally thought.

Just as Ivan was thinking, a sound of slight footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Ivan turned his head and looked at the door. It was Dumbledore who came in.

Judging from the opponent's slightly poor physical condition, Ivan guessed that the time of this memory should be the summer vacation of the fourth school year, after he and Dumbledore teamed up to defeat Voldemort.

Grindelwald in the memory scene also raised his head and glanced at the visitor with his lifeless eyes. Dumbledore did not pay attention to the cold attitude of the other party. He placed the meal in front of him and spoke gently.

"It's been a while since we last met, right? Gellert?"

"A total of one hundred and thirty-seven days..." Grindelwald's hoarse voice rang in the room, and then he continued sarcastically without waiting for Dumbledore to speak. "What are you planning to ask this time? Or are you planning to show off to me that you have finally gathered three holy weapons and completely conquered death?"

"No one can truly conquer death, Gellert! Also unfortunately, the Resurrection Stone among the Three Holy Artifacts was probably damaged by me... It will take at least two years to repair it, and I'm afraid I won't be able to wait. Until then." Dumbledore said with a raised brow.

"So you're going to die?! That's ridiculous. This must be the best news I've heard this year..." Grindelwald's words contained a hint of mockery.

"Yes, after all, there are about two to three months left, but there is nothing ridiculous about this. Anyone will have such a day." Dumbledore said humbly. "Death is not terrible, it just depends on how you look at it..."

"Stop your preaching, Albus!" Dumbledore's dull reaction made Grindelwald a little less interested. After a pause, he glanced at the other party's charred right hand, and it was not urgent. Said slowly. "Let me tell you directly, what do you want to do when you come to me this time, just to announce the date of your death? You don't expect me to attend your funeral, do you?"

"Of course not. If you show up at my funeral, it will definitely cause panic among others...then the funeral will not be able to go on." Dumbledore explained very seriously, and then Grindelwald became angry. Before, he spoke again. "I'm here to ask for your help, Gellert."

"Unfortunately, I don't have many chips in my hand, so you can also treat it as a request..." Dumbledore thought for a while and added.

"Did I hear wrongly? Albus? You need my help?" Grindelwald was a little surprised and couldn't help but sneer. "A defeated prisoner, with the help of the Dark Lord that everyone hates? If this is a joke, then I admit it is quite funny."

"This is not a joke, Gellert! But if you want to hear it, I can tell you another joke, about Muggles and wizards..." Dumbledore cleared his throat and was about to speak, but After seeing Grindelwald's sinister eyes and darkening complexion, he wisely stopped the story time.

"Okay, now let's get down to business. As you can see, I will die in three months at most. Unfortunately, there are still some important things that need to be done for me." Dumbledore explained. .

"So you plan to break that dark magic? Remember the last time you came here, I gave you the simplest way, didn't you?" Grindelwald showed a malicious smile. "You only need to kill a person, make a Horcrux, and then commit suicide and resurrect yourself. What a wonderful way... Not only can you get rid of the trouble of black magic, but you can also get a young and energetic body."

"You know I wouldn't do such a thing, Gellert..." Dumbledore said in a more serious tone.

"Of course." Grindelwald nodded. "I've read the newspaper... It says that you are the great wizard in England and the nemesis of black magic. You must be hoping to become a saint without any stain and leave your name in history, right?"

"Ah, I almost forgot, you probably won't be able to do it. Recently, you offended the Minister of Magic who personally supported you, so the Daily Prophet overturned its previous judgment and said that you are an old man who believes in children's dreams and has random thoughts all day long. Madman, now it seems that this evaluation is quite accurate..." Grindelwald said sarcastically.

"You should know that I don't care about these things." Dumbledore said softly.

Grindelwald was silent for a while, then shook his head and said. "That's a pity. Other than that, I don't have any other options!"

"My requirements are not as high as you think. I just need to live a little longer and finish what needs to be done. A year or half a year..." Dumbledore said slowly. "It happens that I know a magic contract that can weaken this difficult black magic, or in other words, transfer part of the damage to another person."

"So you plan to let me bear the influence of that dark magic on your behalf and die with you?" Grindelwald's eyes became very sharp, and the anger in his heart was almost uncontrollable.

"Aren't you ready to listen to the chips I gave you?" Dumbledore said with a calm expression.

"No need, I have lost everything, and I don't have anything I want..." Grindelwald said coldly.

"Even if it's possible to be free?" Dumbledore said casually.

"I refuse..." Grindelwald sneered, interrupting Dumbledore.

Grindelwald's blunt refusal surprised Dumbledore, but he was more pleased. "It seems that these more than fifty years of imprisonment have made you understand a lot of things... So we will have many topics in common."

"Unfortunately, I think you may have misunderstood something." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, his anger rising with insufficient suppression. "You don't expect me to confess in front of the wall all these years, and then come to a complete enlightenment and believe in what you say, right?"

"This is absolutely impossible!" Grindelwald said word for word. "No matter what the bargaining chip is, it will never be as good as your disappointed face. I can't wait to see it."