His former Master grinned. “Fifty years since I’ve had a good fight, Albus. If you win, I shall sacrifice all of my magic, give you the information you seek, and live out my remaining days as a muggle. Should I win, you shall provide me with a year’s supply of Lemon Drops and trust me to do what needs to be done.”
“You have yourself a deal, my friend,” muttered Albus. “Shall we?”
Nicholas raised the crackling ball of lightning.
“Yes… let’s.”
There was a sound of thunder.