Chapter 180 – Old Friends
It happened during the time when Conrad was up on the podium, giving his improvised speech. Further away, atop one of the sloped buildings, a man was crouching down, watching the crowd. After being immobile for a long time, he suddenly flinched, standing up straight before speaking softly, seemingly to himself.
"The cloak is only good when your opponent doesn’t know you have it, old friend."
At first, there was no answer to his words, but when his blue eyes finally went from looking at the youngster further away and gazing towards the opposite rooftop, the air abruptly warped at the same spot where he was looking. A moment later, Dumbledore appeared, throwing a cloak backward, attached to his wizard robes, letting it hang behind his back as a cape.
"I don’t have it, Albus." Grindelwald said calmly, his appearance remaining that of a middle-aged, average man, but his voice was the same kind that the old wizard knew oh so well.
"I guessed as much."
"Are you still going to try and kill me?"
"Thinking about it." He answered without hesitation, looking at his old friend, his gaze calm and unafraid of a possible confrontation.
"Then why spare me all those years ago?"
"I didn’t spare you; I left you there to rot and die a slow death."