Letters from HP35 Owls

Chapter 1

Letters from HP35 Owls (unauthorized self-translation) also known as: Correspondence between Grindelwald and Dumbledore

Author: Niuzi sauce

Copywriter:

The original work is "Thirty-FiveOwls", and the two extras "SeekersFear" and "HallowingLions", both written by MlahSihfay.

This is my first attempt at translating a beautiful text from another country, and I know it will detract from its inherent beauty to some extent, but I can't resist the temptation of the correspondence set!

I translated it just because I love it, and I would like to pay tribute to the predecessors who have translated this article before!

The translation will be mixed with personal emotional understanding of the original work and writing habits. There are more subjective things in it, but I have done my best to convey the beauty and sadness of "Thirty-Five Owls"!

In addition, following the HP series for 17 years, I have never shed tears for any pair, and when I finally fell into the hands of the old man group, it was really sweet on the knife's edge!Waving the banner for the love of the beautiful boy, but in fact the amazing thing about GGAD is the gorgeous collision of ideas, the sparks are too bright and dazzling, and it is because of this that they have been entangled for a lifetime.

And in this life, their names have been given too many titles, their duels have been recorded in the annals of history, and even their stories have become idle talk and anecdotes in the newspapers, but when the tide of history fades, time turns again , They are just each other's first teenagers, childish children in the vicissitudes of the world.

Finally, some background:

Gellert Grindelwald and Albus Dumbledore are widely known because of a battle in 1945.

"Dumbledore is famous for his victory over the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945".

The world thought that this battle was the first encounter between Grindelwald and Dumbledore, but it was not the case. They met in Godric's Hollow many years ago, and they were connected by something stronger than fate—for a greater Interests.

And since the duel, the love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas cannot be flattened.Two teenagers who used to have bright smiles, one was imprisoned in a high tower for life, and the other had already died in midsummer.

Thirty-FiveOwls started here.

Content tags: Anglo-American Derivative Years, Sadomasochism, Deep Love and Killing

Search keywords: Protagonist: Albus Dumbledore┃Supporting role: Gellert Grindelwald┃Others: Harry Potter; Voldemort; Hogwarts; Nurmengard.

GG-AD

(A decades-long letter between the great wizard Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore and the prisoner Gellert Grindelwald)

1951 year 9 month 10 day,

Dumbledore—

Hey it's me.Your old friend, Gellert Grindelwald.You must be surprised to hear from me, but trust me, I was as surprised as you were when I wrote this.Of course, as you know, I'm still where I'm supposed to be, doing what I'm supposed to be doing.

Let's hope this letter arrives in time, especially after I've heard the bragging about how fast the owls in England deliver, though those birds have trouble flying around Nurmengard's towers.The torrential rain here is always pouring down, washing the mountains like a flood, and I was about twenty feet below the lightning rod. Suffering Cruciatus-like torture.With the dark clouds rolling and thunder bursting, the night sky was like hot asphalt, and then the noise stopped, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and the wolf tooth moon in the north was reflected in the distance through the fence.Such breathtaking beauty.But I think this may not meet your aesthetics, after all, it is too barbaric.

I guess you must be looking down with your nose dismissively at all this, a letter and a dripping owl (she likes white mice).Are you really surprised, my old friend, that I should still have the appetite to write to you after all that has happened?I don't think you would, you'd probably say that's dear old Gellert, the loathsome Bagshot.Don't ever let me go, even now I'm stuck in a prison, wasting my time with nothing to do.Albus, can you imagine?Even my once-admired blond hair has faded to gray.But I still have to say that as a prison, the stone carvings here are really exquisite.This is all thanks to my constant encouragement to those masons, of course, if casting a spell on them is an encouragement.But I have to say that these magical traces carved on the granite are like crisscross vines, which are extremely beautiful and fascinating.Enjoy the taunt, old friend.I was locked in a prison of my own making.

Are you still teaching at your school?Happy teaching, enjoying reading, good food?Take good care of "it"?I wish you the best.

Give my regards to your mad bird, and I hope I haven't destroyed it too much.

I hope you are listening to me.I wish.I wait with the mold on the prison wall.Albus, laugh at me.Go ahead and hate me as always.wish you happiness.

Gellert Grindelwald

AD-GG

1951 year 10 month 13 day,

Dear Gellert,

Thanks for your letter.As I was reading it, I seemed to recall your remark to me that no power in the world could prevent me from being--I remember your words--"a self-righteous bastard".I'm afraid I'm still the same as I was in the past. I won't change after repeated admonitions, and there is no cure.I've been looking forward to a visit from an owl since our duel, so I was hardly surprised when I heard from you.Really, if I haven't heard from you in another year or two, I'll be worried about it.

I cast a Drying Charm on your owl, and built a perch for him by the flames of Forks, and, yes, three white mice.After a long flight, she is surprisingly good-natured. (Fox is very good, Gellert, and even if you know how to do it, it's not easy to destroy it.) I did still stay at Hogwarts, teaching Transfiguration, while serving as Gran Dean of Fundo College, and assistant to the principal.Perhaps compared to when we first met, I can't say that I have achieved anything now.But I like everything right now.At the beginning of the semester, it is very busy, so my reply is a bit late. I am very happy that the day of October 10th was peaceful and peaceful.

Yes, therefore, I'm not surprised.Perhaps, in turn, my reply will surprise you.I don't hate you though, I remember saying it a long time ago, when we were dueling, and I'm willing to say it again now.Also, I will not despise you with my nose, let alone laugh at you.Do you find it difficult to understand?I'm afraid it's hard for me to explain why.Just take it as another sign of being a self righteous jerk.

(Don't worry, I've taken good care of "it" when it comes to dueling.)

How do you spend your time when you're not gazing out your window?I hope you will be comfortable and that they will allow you to read as much as they allow you to write letters.In fact, I have enclosed a book for your enjoyment.This is a book from Wales on the refinement of Transfiguration theory published in the twentieth century - you might have missed it when you were on your way to the conquest of Europe.

Best Regards,

Albus Dumbledore

{Attachment: Rats and Entrance Exams, by Gwachime Gwatny and Elando Aip Madog}

GG-AD

1951 year 10 month 16 day,

Dumbledore—

My memory may be a little faded, but I think a more accurate dialogue would be something along the lines of "Complacent, haughty, infuriating jerk, falsely holy jerk with a sense of superiority, hypocrite who likes to pretend to be modest, no I don’t eat sugar.” I wasn’t drunk at the time.

Then again, I'm a man locked in a cell for the rest of his life, wandless, slowly going mad.Is my memory trustworthy?I guess you'll tell me that none of the things I recall in my sleepless nights have ever happened—that I've never run my hands through your soft hair, that I've never seen black magic drawn at the tip of your wand. Burn and illuminate your face.I guess you'll also tell me that when it comes to orgasm, your throat never screams with uncontrollable pleasure.I guess you'll still tell me that you were never pinned on top of that old oak coffee table when Aberforth was out.

continue.Taunt me with your Transfiguration textbook, I can no longer use magic anyway.Scorn me with your nose.But who broke it, old friend?Also a person trying to empty out all the warmth in your body?

Gellert Grindelwald

AD-GG

1951 year 11 month 12 day,

Gellert,

It was Aberforth who broke my nose.He blamed me for Ariana's death.I can't fix it as before.

I think your memory is trustworthy.It is true that we were intimate; and even though I keep my secret from most people, I cannot deny it to you.Recalling the past, we were all teenagers who were fascinated by summer, and I was very stupid at that time, playing with powers that I couldn't understand.Gellert, what else can I say?

I am sending you another book I like with this letter, hoping that it can stop you from immersing too much in the past that has passed away.

with apologies,

Albus Dumbledore

{Attachment: The Waves, by Virginia Woolf}

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