Grindelwald muttered, looked at Edward and said, "Before you came over, Albus and I were discussing a problem. ￠x￠n*sp￠7^4￠8,.~c￠o·m/"
"What?"
"It's about using a time-turner to see if the past can be changed, and what will happen if it is changed."
Edward scratched his head in confusion, not quite understanding what he meant.
He continued, "You are also familiar with Albus's ideas. He believes that once you go back to the past, you become a part of the past. You are not changing the past, but complementing it."
"Yes, I have always done it according to the professor's ideas."
"But I think the past is eternal and unchanging." Grindelwald laughed. "When you go back to the past, no matter what you plan to do—whether it is to change something or to promote something, it will not have any impact on the past, because the past you see in the future is the result of your participation in the past."
Edward was stunned for a moment, then he understood what Grindelwald meant. This is just like what many time-travel movies said in later generations: for example, in "Terminator", you thought you went back to the past to prevent the birth of Skynet, but Skynet was born precisely because you went back to the past.
Dumbledore said seriously at this time: "To some extent, I agree with Gellert's idea, but this is not a reason to go back to the past and do whatever you want. Regarding time, I always believe that those who play with time will eventually be played by time, so... I will stay away from the time converter."
Grindelwald pouted: "Tsk, if I gave you a chance to go back to Godric's Hollow to save Ariana, you wouldn't take it?"
"…"
Dumbledore's pupils trembled, and he sighed: "I... don't know."
Edward glanced at Grindelwald helplessly and interrupted, "Well, let's stop discussing time. I have something more important to say."
The two of them looked over immediately. \微,趣,暁/税_旺~ ￠追?罪~核心,咬¨接!
"My past self was sent back by a guy who looked like the God of Death."
They said in unison: "Death?"
"That's right!"
Edward took out the Tales of Beedle the Bard that he had prepared in advance and turned to the illustration of the story in Death and the Three Brothers: "It is this kind of person who wears a black robe and a hood, with only a skeleton on his body and holding a scythe."
Grindelwald pulled his beard and asked, "Does the Mirror of Erised really lead to the abode of the gods? The so-called gods are the gods of death?"
Dumbledore asked, "Have you communicated with the 'Grim Reaper'?"
"Well, he felt very dangerous to me at the time, so I just asked him one question: 'Are you the Grim Reaper?' And his answer was: 'Yes and no'."
Grindelwald clicked his tongue. "Do these big shots have to be so roundabout in their speech?"
Haha, aren't you usually like this when you're a "big shot"?
"Then what?"
"And then he was back in the mirror, and then the Mirror of Erised shattered."
Edward took out a large bag of fragments, "It's all here."
"Does this mean that the door is closed and no one can enter?"
Dumbledore thought for a moment and asked, "Where is Voldemort? Wasn't he sent back with him?"
"No."
He quickly added, "At least I didn't see it."
"Then let's just assume that he hasn't come back. Does this mean that... Voldemort in his soul state stayed in that world, and you in your physical body were sent back?"
"In this case, we can infer that the abode of the gods is most likely the world of the dead, or the underworld." Grindelwald nodded, "Yes, it just happens to correspond to the god of death."
Edward hesitated and said, "However, several points in your inference are subjective and arbitrary."
"This is called bold assumptions and careful verification. My book is a city of courage and perseverance."
That's true.
"Speaking of the underworld, I have another thing to say. We just met Sirius's brother Regulus. To be more precise, his soul after death."
"oh?"
Edward then recounted what happened in the cave, "According to the situation at the time, that 'magical creature' was the messenger that led the dead into the underworld, and the black hole it opened led to the underworld."
Dumbledore and Grindelwald looked at each other in bewilderment.
The legend of the god of death has a long history, but that kind of unknown "magical animal" is really unheard of.
"I will contact Newt tomorrow and ask him if he has any relevant information."
"That's right, professor."
Edward suddenly thought of the wand that Death was holding in his left hand. "Death was holding a wand in his left hand at that time. It just occurred to me that it might be the old wand that you lost."
Dumbledore frowned.
Edward asked again, "When and why did you lose the Elder Wand?"
"It was lost here about three years ago," Dumbledore said. "When I woke up, I found that the Elder Wand was missing. Nothing happened, as if it had disappeared out of thin air."
Edward was surprised and asked, "So it was the 'God of Death' who took it away personally? Otherwise, I can't think of anyone else who could have taken away your wand so quietly."
"Oh, actually not close to the body."
Dumbledore scratched his head, looking like an old mischievous boy. "Before I go to bed, I usually just throw my wand wherever I need it... Just like you said, I didn't think anyone could take my wand away before I could react."
Grindelwald snorted. This old wand was actually supposed to be his. It only became his wand after he was defeated by Dumbledore.
I thought that this "strongest wand" would make no difference no matter which one of them had it, but it turned out that the old guy lost the old wand after sleeping.
"Ahem, no matter what, if what he is holding is really the Old Wand, it has now been returned to its original owner. I still prefer my current wand."
Dumbledore coughed and skipped the subject. "Have you ever tried to channel your other self?"
"Tried."
He told the story of his spiritual communication. When they heard the words "there are no gods in this world", the two old men were stunned at the same time, and were obviously confused.
However, Edward concealed the last sentence "be careful of pollution", and instead, once talking about pollution, it involved a series of information that Dumbledore was completely unfamiliar with, such as Outer Gods, the starry sky, and stupidity.
Considering the future, maybe I will take these two to the world of the Lord of Mysteries one day, so let's not tell you this information for now, so as to avoid having to use the Forgetfulness Spell at that time - two old men over a hundred years old, who knows if they will suffer from Alzheimer's disease if they are cast with the Forgetfulness Spell.
Chapter 264 An Apple
After a while, Dumbledore smiled gently and said, "Don't think about it for now. Have a good Christmas tomorrow, and then...it's almost time for you to go there again."
"Um!"
Edward then took out a gift box and handed it to Dumbledore: "Professor, Merry Christmas."
Dumbledore smiled and opened the box, revealing a pair of cotton socks and the ingredients for the Secret Peeper Sequence 8 and Sequence 7 formulas.
"Oh, I love these socks so much."
Dumbledore's eyes narrowed with a smile, "I will return it tomorrow."
"As long as you like it~"
Grindelwald held out his hand. "It's mine."
"Well, before asking for a gift from a younger generation, shouldn't you, as an elder, give me a gift first?"
"Albus didn't send it?"
He grumbled and pulled out all the pockets of his clothes: "What do you think I, a stinky old man who has lived in a cell for decades, can give you?"
He thought for a moment and said, "Well, I... owe you something. No matter what you ask me to do, as long as... it's nothing special, it's all fine."
As long as it doesn't endanger Professor Dumbledore, right?
Edward took out another gift box and handed it over: "Hey, this is for you."
In the gift box is a pair of cotton socks of the same style as Dumbledore's, as well as the recipe and materials for the Hunter Path.
"Mr. Grindelwald, are you sure you chose 'War'?"
"Oh, of course."
Grindelwald glanced at the formula, then took the cotton socks and said to Dumbledore, "Albus, yours aren't as pretty as mine!"
Dumbledore laughed.
The sleepy Phoenix Fox was immediately awakened and let out a dissatisfied cry.
...
December 25th.
Christmas.
Edward woke up early in the morning and felt the festive atmosphere. The common room, the corridor outside, and the auditorium restaurant were all decorated in colorful colors.
But facing all this, he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, and his whole body was cold:
How come today is the 25th? Where did the five days between the 20th and the 24th go?
"Woooooa ...
Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed into Edward's arms and made a strange noise. He was startled and stepped back repeatedly.
"Hahaha, Miss Lilith succeeded again!"
Lilith's face was full of pride.
Audrey then stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong, Edward?"
Edward asked solemnly, "What day is it today?"
"It's Christmas on December 25th."
…
Everything seemed to be happening again. They came to the headmaster's office, got the time turner under Dumbledore's guidance, and made a decision.
"See you in a minute, then."
Tick.
The moment Edward released the golden timer knob, he disappeared into the office. Less than a minute later, there was a knock on the principal's office door and Edward walked in.
"Long time no see, everyone."
Lilith excitedly threw herself into his arms and said proudly, "Ms. Lilith didn't reveal the truth~"