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ANTONIN DOLOHOV lives out the rest of his life in the (non-extraditing) country of Egypt, at the Cairo Conclave for the Noble Arts as a Master-in-Residence, translating significant works that have been written in the dozen or so languages he speaks and teaching the Conclave's students the intricacies of the Noble Arts. He is exceptionally candid at his favourites about not repeating his mistakes. He will inevitably wind up as Grand-Master someday, despite refusing the job at least twice when the other Masters try to stick him with it.
He maintains a wide-ranging and eclectic correspondence with a number of people (both prominent and not), influencing the geopolitical situation and the opinion of the international community from the shadows in a number of ways, mostly as a force for peace and stability -- although, as should surprise no one, his definitions of 'peace' and 'stability' are not necessarily the ones in common use. Under his leadership, however, the Conclave maintains a policy of strict neutrality in the social and political upheavals of the Middle East that arise over the next few decades. (Anyone who asks him why the Conclave will not participate in the revolutionary and nation-building process gets a four-hour lecture about how a revolution inevitably goes and why he will not be a part of one again, thank you very much.)
He never leaves Cairo again, and in fact very rarely leaves the Conclave's grounds on the far outskirts of the city where city turns into desert, although he can often be found on sleepless nights (of which he has many) sitting at their edge and staring out into the desert as though looking for something.
He and Siz exchange erratic, cautious, and carefully-phrased letters/postcards (and packages of books) for the rest of their lives. He dies, childless, at an exceptionally old age. His portrait at Hogwarts frequently lectures the current Headmaster about educational standards.
He maintains a wide-ranging and eclectic correspondence with a number of people (both prominent and not), influencing the geopolitical situation and the opinion of the international community from the shadows in a number of ways, mostly as a force for peace and stability -- although, as should surprise no one, his definitions of 'peace' and 'stability' are not necessarily the ones in common use. Under his leadership, however, the Conclave maintains a policy of strict neutrality in the social and political upheavals of the Middle East that arise over the next few decades. (Anyone who asks him why the Conclave will not participate in the revolutionary and nation-building process gets a four-hour lecture about how a revolution inevitably goes and why he will not be a part of one again, thank you very much.)
He never leaves Cairo again, and in fact very rarely leaves the Conclave's grounds on the far outskirts of the city where city turns into desert, although he can often be found on sleepless nights (of which he has many) sitting at their edge and staring out into the desert as though looking for something.
He and Siz exchange erratic, cautious, and carefully-phrased letters/postcards (and packages of books) for the rest of their lives. He dies, childless, at an exceptionally old age. His portrait at Hogwarts frequently lectures the current Headmaster about educational standards.