"I know you too well, Gael," Vivi whispered.
"Really? I didn't expect you to be so conservative, my sister." Gellert snorted coldly.
"You should know, Muggles can also produce wizards, and if you want to enslave all Muggles, that means you're going to push those wizard-born Muggles to the opposing side," Vivi said lightly. "And how many Muggles are there? One billion? Two billion?"
"It's now five billion, Vivi," Harry said from the side, something he had just learned from Hermione.
"Yes, five billion, such a massive number," Vivi said. "Even if one wizard is born out of ten thousand Muggles, five billion... that still means five hundred thousand wizards. Are you going to push all these wizards to your opposing side?"
"It doesn't matter, sister," Gellert half-closed his eyes. "We need to gather around us those elites, those who exist among the wizards... As for those mediocrities, I don't need their ordinary minds to understand the greatness of my ideals."
Vivi sighed lightly, realizing why Gellert encountered failure.
At that point in time, it was indeed a perfect chance to overthrow the Secrecy Statute.
But an extreme thinking like Gellert's determined he wouldn't be accepted by the broadest wizard community.
"You know, Gael," Vivi looked at Gellert with regret, "You should have succeeded, but you failed because of your arrogance..."
"Perhaps, sister," Gellert squinted with a smile, "but without your help, my failure was inevitable."
Vivi sighed again.
Even though she resented that Gael emptied her vault, resented his failure, the fact remained she left him.
If I were by his side, would everything have been different? she thought sadly.
"Sorry, Gael," she said. "Please forgive my leaving without saying goodbye."
"It's all in the past, sister," Gellert tried to suppress the edge of his mouth to avoid it curling up triumphantly, "Welcome home."
Vivi finally lifted her head, surveying the furnishings in the room.
"Seems like for a defeated person, your treatment is rather decent," Vivi whispered. "But I know your nature, Gael, you're someone who can't stand loneliness... You've been here for so many years without leaving, is it because of some magic spell's restraint? I remember there's a spell called the Unbreakable Vow..."
"No, sister," Gellert shook his head with a smile, "There's no magic spell restraining me, I voluntarily imprisoned myself in Nimongard."
Harry suddenly put on a pained expression, trying to turn away from looking at Gellert.
Linking him with Principal White Beard, Harry always felt a little... a little...
Bothersome.
"So, your descendants?" Vivi asked again. "Don't you plan to introduce them to me? After all, I'm your elder sister."
"Sorry, sister, I have no descendants," Gellert said, bowing his head.
Vivi sighed, "Too engrossed in your grand vision? Is that why you neglected those around you?"
Gellert said nothing, just kept his head down, seemingly examining the carpet pattern on the floor.
"Since no magic spell restrains you, then come with me, let's leave here." Vivi stood up, smiling gently, "After all, I'm your sister, family should live together."
"No, sister, I can't leave," Gellert said softly.
"Why?" Vivi lowered her eyelids.
"Because I made a promise." Gellert lifted his head, "It's my promise, because I lost, I was defeated in a wizard duel."
"Just because Dumbledore defeated you?" Vivi asked coldly, "You don't need to say, I'll settle the score with that Dumbledore..."
Harry suddenly looked up, feeling the big one was coming.
As a former Sunflower Parrot face-pincher, Harry felt he should lament for a moment.
"Please don't, sister, it was voluntary," Gellert sniffed, resignedly said, "Losing to him, I was willing... it was voluntary."
"Even now, you're still speaking for Dumbledore?" Vivi's gaze suddenly turned dangerous, "Could he be your friend? Is that why you're defending him?"
The room fell into a moment of silence.
"Oh, my dear sister," Gellert suddenly revealed a mysterious smile, "Guess what?"
"Guess what?" Vivi was stunned.
Harry said nothing, just kept drinking tea.
Vivi turned to the teary-eyed tea-drinking Harry, feeling something was off.
"Were you once good friends?" Vivi speculated, "Let me guess, able to make you defend so, might... might he be the first to agree with your so-called grand ideals?"
"Close, sister," Gellert said, still mysterious, "but not enough..."
"Could it be..."
She turned again to look at Harry, with a probing look.
Harry frowned, having difficulty explaining, drinking tea cup after cup.
Vivi suddenly remembered seeing British characteristics in the mall a few days ago.
Ah, Mr. Granger said it's the latest trend... United Kingdom fashion.
She'll never forget, seeing two men holding hands with sweet eyes, how it impacted her mind.
As a conservative from Old Vienna's imperialist reactionary faction, she's quite conservative.
Wait...
Gael, could it be... with Dumbledore...
"You wouldn't..." Vivi trembled, reaching out to point at Gellert, "You and Dumbledore, you two..."
Gellert said nothing, just blinked mysteriously at his sister.
"Was zur Hölle??!! (What the hell is this?!)"
Vivi only felt as if something roughly stirred her brain, instinctively uttering a hometown curse.
She shivered and asked, "You and Dumbledore, you two... Verdammt scheiße (damn shit)! That's why you have no descendants?!"
"As you see, my dear sister," Gellert smiled enigmatically, "Sometimes, genius individuals are unconsciously drawn to each other..."
Vivi drew out her magic wand.
The tip of her wand began to flicker with a green glow.
"Vivi!" Harry hurriedly jumped over to grab Vivi's wand.
"I've been open-minded enough, Harry," Vivi sorrowfully turned her head, "I've already... I'm just... I kind of don't know... My God, I thought this was just a simple wizard duel, a break between friends, but I never expected it to be... Was soll der scheiße!"
"Uh, what does the last sentence mean?" Harry asked cautiously, not understanding German.
"What crap is this**! " Vivi cursed indiscriminately.
Harry could see Vivi was truly angry, and reached the extreme, even losing her usual image control.
Know this, as a lady, Vivi always paid attention to her demeanor.
But all of this ruined hearing the news of her brother coming out.
Of course, coming out wasn't what Vivi found hardest to accept, the hardest part was, they even had a breakup.
Former lovers ascending the wizard dueling platform, personally imprisoning beloved ones in towers...
"So you tell me, you and a man, you two..." Vivi looked at her good brother wryly, "You two... alright, but actually broke up?"
"Life's unpredictable, sister," Gellert said indifferently, "I think you should let go..."
"Let go of what?!"
Vivi interrupted Gellert's words furiously.
At the same time, her hair started to move automatically without wind, her wizard's robe rustling.
Violet flames ignited around her.
"Let go of my dear brother who was deceived by a wild man! Ha... Dumbledore, do you think Gael will mourn for you!"
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