Dumbledore pushed the door open to reveal a man standing outside in a black double-breasted trench coat. His figure was slender, and his face held an inexplicable, alluring charm.
His once-short white hair was neatly groomed, and his face wore a familiar smile—as weathered as it was gentle.
Time had worn away the sharp edges of Grindelwald's youth, yet left him all the more restrained and fervent.
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