Of course.
It was also possible that the young Dumbledore had more faith in his own power—in any case, unable to satisfy his needs from reality, the young Albus Dumbledore embarked on a journey during the holidays.
Like a dreamy fast-forward begins.
Crossing mountains and rivers.
Albus Dumbledore did not find that stone said to interfere with life and death, but during this search, he once again saw that man's figure.
Gellert Grindelwald.
This man was stronger than before, and far more radical; perhaps it was a way to heal the wounds of separation, as there were shadows of Gellert Grindelwald in different countries.
Some said he was invincible, some said he intended to conquer the world; countless followers emerged one after another, and Gellert Grindelwald held that seemingly unbeatable magic wand in his hand.
"I will defeat destiny!"
From a distance.
Someone tried to persuade through hints.
"As long as we are together, as long as we join forces, no one can stop us, we can achieve everything we want!"
As if delivering a speech to the followers.
The young Albus Dumbledore heard the man's declaration; it was the future they had once envisioned together, only his silent heart could no longer let him respond with those around him.
Many knelt before Gellert Grindelwald, as similarly when Death Eaters faced Voldemort, kissing the ground at Gellert Grindelwald's feet.
But not the power that Gellert Grindelwald possessed.
The conquest had begun.
History seemed about to be inscribed.
Northern Europe, Eastern Europe, Germany, France, Hungary, Switzerland... Saints followed the leader's footsteps forward, and increasingly radical visions began to sprout during the expansion.
Surrenderers may survive.
Those who stand in the way can be killed... infants, pregnant women, the elderly, girls. Ian followed the young Albus Dumbledore, seemingly returning to an era called the dark years.
There were those who wavered.
Gellert Grindelwald would let them leave.
However.
He always told the remaining.
"Survival of the fittest is nature's law; blood and fire can forge peace; for our families behind and the responsibilities on us, resistance can win a new future!"
"This is not slaughter nor persecution; we are not like those cruel Americans, Muggles will still exist in our world, and our people will be born among them!"
"What we do has never been a racial genocide! We are fighting for our race, exchanging the present for the future, using the sacrifice of a few to quell the rebellion of many!"
"I do not blame those who leave; I am grateful for those who stay; history will ultimately prove us right. Everyone, it's time to let a different group guide this world!"
"Even burdened with sin, we must... fight for the greater good!"
Amid cheers and joy.
The black tide surged even more fiercely.
A scene of devastation, inevitable, the young Albus Dumbledore hesitated, struggled, and saved some people, though he never truly intervened in this world-changing upheaval.
Bright red and dazzling ornaments flashed by.
"That is a blood pact, far stronger than an unbreakable vow," Dumbledore beside Ian spoke softly, explaining to him, "Both parties who sign a blood pact cannot harm each other, Miss Grindelwald's grandfather and I once wished to overturn the world together; this was our agreed assurance and testimony."
Pausing slightly.
Dumbledore then continued.
"Of course, I'm not attempting to find an excuse for my inaction; in fact, this period of mine was always confined by an obsession in searching for something else."
Clearly.
The young Albus Dumbledore was searching for the Resurrection Stone. In the years that followed, he obviously did not achieve his wish, until constant pleas for help eventually made him decide to stand up.
Newt Scamander's voice began to appear in the scene, successfully navigating the struggle with Gellert Grindelwald time and again with the help of the young Albus Dumbledore.
When the blood pact shattered.
As the history of the Wizarding World records, a planned duel between close friends began, Gellert Grindelwald was ultimately defeated, "imprisoned" in that dark and lightless tower.
A phoenix mingled in the scene, the scenery changed quickly, Ian only saw the fading and departure of the Phoenix, and a young man silently awaiting the arrival of death.
As time passes.
Many celebrated joyously.
Few could perceive Albus Dumbledore's growing despondency; he obtained a magic wand that was said to master destiny, yet could not prevent the tragedy destiny bestowed upon him.
What appeared to be a calm day.
The numbed-through-searching-and-experiencing Albus Dumbledore stepped into Ian's familiar courtyard.
Flames burning atop the wardrobe.
Reflected fear and desire in a handsome boy's eyes.
"Here begins another story; I think you do not need to learn anything from it, just understand never to ignore the influence one's actions have on those around them."
Albus Dumbledore gazed at the boy in the scene.