"No problem!" Agarth nodded. Agarth only had a little memory of the Gaunt Ring, but he remembered that there was a resurrection stone on the ring.
Otherwise, it was just a simple trap, how could the world's greatest Lord of Light, Dumbledore fall into it?
After all, the temptation of the Resurrection Stone was too great for Dumbledore.
Time slowly became less noticeable in Agarth's world, and in the blink of an eye it was May 7th.
On May 7th, Agarth was woken up by Kaka early in the morning, and Kaka's sharp cry was still echoing in his mind.
"Kaka, be quiet." Agarth grabbed a handful of messy hair, took out a small rubber band, and half-tied his hair.
Then he got up and went to the bathroom to wash up.
"Young Master, your acceptance letter has arrived. It's right on the table!"
"Are we there?" Agarth yawned, quickly tidied himself up, and picked up the letter on the table.
However, when he opened the letter, it turned out to be an admission letter from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, not Hogwarts.
Agarth was not surprised that Durmstrang would send him an acceptance letter.
After all, my surname is here, and this school has no reason to reject a German.
However, whether the German wizards welcome Agarth's arrival is another matter.
The surname Grindelwald has brought too much harm to some Muggle-born wizards.
"It's not from Hogwarts." Agarth threw the letter back to Kaka, changed his clothes and went downstairs to eat.
Grindelwald, who had already been sitting at the dining table, eating and reading the Daily Prophet, looked up at Agarth.
"Durmstrang?"
"Yes." Grindelwald heard it, nodded and continued eating. He was not worried that Hogwarts would not send a letter to Agarth. As long as that person saw it, he would definitely send an acceptance letter.
He will not let anything that is out of his control appear out of his sight.
At this moment, Dumbledore, who was far away in England, looked at Professor McGonagall who was pushing the door open and was very nervous.
He pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, picked up a lemon sherbet and put it in his mouth.
"Minerva, what's got you so anxious?"
"Albus, you must look at this name." Professor McGonagall wrote an admission letter based on the name that appeared in the admission book and placed it on Dumbledore's desk.
"Agarth Albus Grindelwald."
Dumbledore stood up in shock when he saw the name in front of him.
"Besides, this child is not in Britain." Having said that, Professor McGonagall looked at Dumbledore again. It was no wonder that Professor McGonagall would think too much about the last name Grindelwald.
"Minerva, you haven't asked Hagrid to send the owl yet?" asked Dumbledore.
"No, I took it here after I copied down the name."
"Not in England. It's in..." Dumbledore continued to read the letter. "It's in Austria, to Mr. Grindelwald in the Dining Room on the first floor of Nurmengard Castle."
'There.'
Dumbledore rubbed his fingers together, thinking quietly.
"Albus, this letter?" Professor McGonagall was not sure whether to send out the acceptance letter, but as the deputy headmaster, she could not refuse any young wizard who was old enough to go to school.
Especially Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"It seems that I will have to trouble Minerva to take care of school affairs again recently." Dumbledore said to Professor McGonagall with a smile.
"I have to deliver this acceptance letter in person."
"Albus!" McGonagall wanted to stop Dumbledore from going to Austria alone, but seeing the old man's expression that would not allow him to be refused, she could only utter one sentence, "Be careful and come back soon."
Dumbledore nodded and waved to Fawkes, who was resting on a golden shelf nearby. "Fawkes, my old friend, I must trouble you to accompany me again this time."
Fawkes cried out and flew to Dumbledore's shoulder. In a flash of fire, Dumbledore disappeared in front of McGonagall with the acceptance letter.
McGonagall sighed and turned back to her office. She still had many students' notices to write.
Long-distance space travel is a bit too much even for Dumbledore, who has such powerful magic.
Especially the Phoenix's space travel, the feeling is not much better than the Apparition.
Dumbledore was brought by Fawkes to a forest outside Nurmengard, and not directly to the castle gate.
Dumbledore held onto a large tree nearby and looked through the layers of trees at the castle hidden among them.
It no longer looks like it did decades ago. Instead, it looks a bit run-down, with some of the outer walls in tatters.
Just like the people living in it, it no longer has the same glory as before.
Dumbledore was in a daze for a moment. How long had it been since he had set foot on this land?
'More than 30 years? Or was it more than 40 years? I can't remember, but the last time I saw that person was when I sent him here.'
Thinking of this, Dumbledore touched his beard and did not use any magic. Instead, he walked slowly towards the castle step by step.
The distance was not far, but Dumbledore walked for a long time. Perhaps it was because he was old, Dumbledore laughed at himself.
But even though we walked slowly, we still got there.
At the castle gate, Vinda, wearing a dark blue coat and with her hair tied up high, stood aside, silently watching Dumbledore approaching slowly.
"It seems that I will meet many old friends today?" Dumbledore smiled faintly.
"I don't dare be your friend," Vinda scoffed.
Gellert, such a proud man, but for the so-called friend in front of him, he still gave up his ideals.
Dumbledore ignored Vinda's ridicule and instead looked at the cursive words carved on the wall beside the gate, "For the greater good."
The wall is mottled, and several cracks separate the connection between "For" and the following words.
Vinda followed Dumbledore's gaze and looked in that direction as well.
Vinda's eyes were filled with sarcasm, but he still managed a smile: "Please come in, Gellert is waiting for you."
Dumbledore was not surprised. Although both he and Grindelwald were old, he was afraid that Grindelwald would already know he was coming as soon as he appeared near Nurmengard.
Ever since the year he defeated Grindelwald, Dumbledore had never thought he would have the chance to meet him again.
'I dare not see this person.'
Even though he was thinking this, his steps did not stop. Instead, he walked forward firmly with his own consciousness.