“Ahh, there you are Dumbledore!”
“Oh Gandalf my old friend!” Dumbledore hugged Gandalf as soon as he came closer to Dumbledore.
“Same long silver beard I see. Have you been cutting your hair?” said Dumbledore.
“Oh yes I did, I saw this muggle show extreme makeover on a square box with moving pictures they called television and decided to do the same with my hair. They called it Mohawk. How do you like it?”
“It’s weird. But fascinating!”
“I’ve always find muggle world interesting, I might someday live among them. Now, what did you called me here for? And what place is this? This castle looks so heavenly stunning. Do you live here Albus?” Gandalf was wiping his white staff with his robe while asking the question.
“No this isn’t my home, it is belong to someone I admire very much. I invited you here because I want you to meet him.” Replied Dumbledore.
“Who is he? Do I know him?” asked Gandalf.
“Yes am sure you do, he is also my master. He was the reason what I have become today.” Then, suddenly someone went out from a room with a golden door. An old man with blue robe and wizard hat with moon and stars pattern on it.
“Ahh, isn’t it Dumbledore from Hogwarts and Gandalf The White from the land of forgotten realm.” Gandalf was startled to look at the man who had just greeted him.
“This can’t be! Are you Merlin, the father of all wizards?” Gandalf asked.
“Yes it is me.” Both Dumbledore and Gandalf kneel down before Merlin, to the founder of wizarding world.