dhibooks Chapter 3
Chapter 3
.Believe me, it never occurred to me that these exploitations would be part of your trial.Your words set me on fire.
I have to go to work.
with gratitude,
Albus Dumbledore
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1952 year 11 month 19 day,
Albus -
Are you really going to do this?To break the inheritance of "it"?
I hope I don't bother you by asking this.
Unbelievable, your thoughts annoy me.To break the inheritance of "it", to violate the history of "it"...Albus, you own "it".Don't your body and mind feel the pull of "it", that indescribable, inviolable energy, the supercilious power of death.To feel the power - the extraordinary, the unique, the ancient power - to be destroyed forever...
I don't even know what answer I should give.But, Albus, you're not going to stop the plans you've got in mind, so there's no need to say more.
About your little rage - Albus, there are no dementors in Nurmengard.The guards are just normal people - you don't have to be offended by what they did to me.After all, I have traveled too far on the road of black magic, and I have no other feelings except trouble.But what about you?Don't you too?When you came at last to conquer me, didn't you also babble about the crimes I've committed?Don't you want me to spend the rest of my life in this cell, like the Muggles whose lives I took from you, after you've repented?Have you not also disregarded our ideals of the greater good?Aren't you the one who cast me into this hell?
Yes, there are no dementors here, but even so, I can hear the screams every night when I go to sleep.You think I'd like to hear the shriek of a war-wrecked wizard?Or the screams of a Muggle being tortured to death?Or the scream of my own soul when I learn that you have betrayed our vows?Or was it the scream of overflowing pleasure that burst forth inside you under my touch all those years ago?No doubt I always think of these.Without a doubt, I'm going to put it on the tip of my pen.You shameful bastard, you were once so beautiful.
But if you're ashamed that you were once the confidant and lover of the most feared Dark Lord of the century - well, I've got my revenge on you in a way.Teach your children, go eat your candy, go feather your birds, and bury me.But, Albus, our talents once shined brightly and complemented each other, and even you can't change history.
Gellert Grindelwald
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1953. 1, 1
Dear Gellert,
I'm glad you've realized that it's unlikely I'll be able to persuade me to change my plans, and it's a shame we don't have to argue this through owls for the rest of our lives.
Of course, as you said, I can feel the temptation of "it" and "it".But old friend, do you realize that "it" is also extremely dangerous?The ancient legend about Ilmarinen must have spread to the far north.That means something has to be destroyed, Gellert, and the point is that "it" isn't alive.This means that "it" has no life force, no memory, and necessarily no soul.Therefore, destroying "it" is not murder. We keep "it" away from the world, so that our future generations can avoid bloody killings.
Furthermore, what I am afraid of happens to be a part of the power of "it", which will always confuse those wizards who possess "it", awaken their terrible thoughts and even twisted love deep in their hearts, and lure them to do crazy things. behavior.I feel sad because you too have been deluded by "it".I'm not going to apologize though for what I have to do - yes - for the greater good.The world would be a better place without "it".Therefore, breaking the inheritance of "it" with blood as the carrier can save those wizards who are immersed in chasing power and gain, and open a new chapter for them... Oh my god, a new beginning.It's sad that I actually wrote this on New Year's Day.
Just, once again, I'm sorry, and I'm sorry for putting you in this situation.
You were right all along.Even if it's cruel, it's the truth—as your former lover, I feel ashamed, if our previous relationship can be defined as a "lover".Fortunately, looking back on the past, I can still give you a little comfort, which is a small joy to me.Though I think you'd probably enjoy hearing Muggle screams more than mine, wouldn't you?
I do love distracting people with sweets, what a bad habit.How about more books instead of sweet treats?I think you can have a little fun with Gertrude's grammatical quirks.
Finally, Gellert, I have to admit that my thoughts have been too long on our teenage years together.I have never experienced that kind of fearless and unreserved intention, such an intimate connection, for a long time after we separated.You're always right: I can't change the past.Indeed, I can scarcely deny that I was extremely happy during those months, when we were so free and high-spirited, and I thought you and your great talents could save me.But what about the price?Gellert, the price!You abandoned me, let me bury my sister alone, left me with guilt that I may not be able to confirm in my whole life, and left me fragmented and no longer whole.
Hey, it's dawn, the dawn is blooming against the cold fog over the Scottish hills, and the desolate wilderness surrounds Hogwarts-I dare say this is as close as you can get to the original beauty.Thick clouds weighed heavily on the Forbidden Forest beside the playground, I stayed up all night, I...
Enjoy your reading, Gellert.
Albus Dumbledore
{Attachment: The Autobiography of Alice B. Toklas, by Gertrude Stein}
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1956 year 4 month 18 day,
Dear Gellert,
I am writing to ask for your forgiveness as if I have offended you again, but believe me, that was never my intention.
England is as calm as ever, and there are more greenery.The old headmaster, Dippet, has retired, and I'll take his place - I'd rather stay teaching on campus than the job the Ministry insists on me.I think it won't be long before we get a new teacher to teach Transfiguration.I've watched a few good Quidditch matches over the past few years, and at the end of one I happened to witness a romantic marriage proposal, and the Muggles were all doing well.
If I greet you with the latest news, you are afraid you will laugh at me.
So can we keep in touch like this forever?I did something wrong before, I apologize to you, please resume communication, okay...
I hope you like Gertrude at least.
sincere regards,
Albus Dumbledore
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1956 year 7 month 11 day,
Of course, I have heard about this special award a long time ago, so here I pay tribute to the great Mr. Chief——
Do you mean the rest of our lives?Are you making a promise with me forever?Um?Did we make our marriage vows through owls?Ha, has this false holy declaration clung to me like a vine and made me want you too much?Over the years, the walls had grown mossy and rusty, and the patches grew more magnificent and began to piece together piece by piece.They are fresh green, like scales, like first leaves.They are growing at an unimaginably slow rate, and my life is slowly freezing.It's been over ten years, hasn't it?I have been trapped in a narrow world for more than ten years.I don't think I'm that far from going crazy, of course, maybe I'm already.
headmaster.Bullshit, fuck it.look at you, look at you.The great Albus Dumbledore, president of the International Union of Magic, could not sleep at night on New Year's Eve, drenched in wine, just because he was raped by a German kid decades ago, and has never been able to love again The rest of them are fucking bullshit - Albus, you're still blaming me for her death, aren't you?You drunk idiot, it was just an accident, an accident, it wasn't really me, I swear to you, I ran away out of fear—
Come see me again, Gellert Grindelwald.There was a time when every wizarding child in Europe knew me, and they cheered and cringed at the sound of my name; there was a time when I could tear all the leaves from their branches by casting a spell on just the incoming breeze. Feet - Once upon a time, I was about to establish, literally, the rules of a new world, a bright and hopeful future, and I did it all for you and me - and now, I'm here alone , slowly rotting away, day after day of solitude that made me care what a sissy old English slob thought of me.You must be enjoying what I'm saying, watching me spend my days and nights haunted by the screams of my victims, aren't you happy?Yeah, that's how you always do things, isn't it?Wouldn't you rather see me tossing and turning at night with ghosts from my past, Albus?The shadow brought by little Arianna kept you from me for years, and you didn't arrest me until I had to face it, didn't you?
Dumbledore, you asked about my recent situation, is it recent?Isn't the recent situation that you left me in this secret prison?After four years of not hearing from me - I'm so glad my watch is still telling me how much time has passed - and then you write and brag to me you're Headmaster? [a black illegible ink smear]
Your confusion is really