HIM AGAIN: Chapter 8: Beyond All Stretches - Grindelwald
Time passed, easing its way into major history so gradually that no one noticed.
Minerva entered the Auror department to find it bedecked in decoration and the sound of merriment. Bewildered, she turned to Olivia Prang, who was beaming and prattling about parties.
“What’s going on?”
“By Merlin, Min, haven’t you heard?” Olivia snatched up a paper ecstatically. “The problem’s gone! It’s all finished, all over!”
A copy of the Daily Prophet was thrust at her. The headline said something impossible about Grindelwald and defeat - her attention was mainly caught by a photo of a battered but dignified man with half-moon spectacles. Albus Dumbledore grinned from the front page; the impossible had been achieved.
Her heart lifted. Freedom had come in the place of the darkness, because of her old Transfiguration teacher. Her mentor had flung evil down and she felt a surge of warmth.
I must write him a letter or something.
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