Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

(Hey, GGAD is here again)

Nuermengarde, Austria.

The old tower is still mottled, but it has a more lively atmosphere, and many floors are lit.

And the most brilliantly lit is a meeting room in the tower.

On a long conference table, except for the first and the first seat on the left, there are twenty or thirty old men sitting at the table.

Everyone wears a white shirt with a lapel and a fine suit, with a tie tied properly, hair combed meticulously, and a straight back.

Although these old men have silver hair, they are very energetic.

The old saints are reporting the recent situation of the Witch Party to Abernethy, the first seat on the right.

"Recently, there are hundreds of people who have applied to come to Austria for pilgrimage. The older generation of comrades want to bring their children to see the master. I can no longer refuse their sincere wishes."

"About the situation where the various magic ministries have begun to target us again, Abernethy, have you reported to the master?"

"The matter of capturing the phoenix may not be possible before old Percy develops a more powerful space confinement prop, but we have found another mutant species similar to the thunderbird that can teleport, which may be a substitute."

"Has the master fallen? Why is there no further instruction? I request a collective audience."

"Perhaps Miss Vita can come back earlier to persuade the master to slow down the infiltration of the Austrian Ministry of Magic."

"Slow down? If it weren't for Miss Vita, the outside would have been surrounded by Aurors by now!"

"......."

Abernethy looked serious, sitting upright, and didn't say a word. Now it was called a meeting, but in fact it was just an opportunity for old partners to complain.

He also had some complaints in his heart.

After the master was rejuvenated, he thought he would do something big.

Unexpectedly, after issuing a few collection orders, there was no follow-up, leaving the saints running around outside.

And the master spent all day either looking at the Muggle information collected or dealing with Dumbledore, his mortal enemy... cough cough.

No, how could I doubt the wise master.

The master must have some plan, and now he is paralyzing Dumbledore, his mortal enemy.

And the news that I sent people to inquire about the Hogwarts student has also come one after another.

It just so happens that the Fry family over there is a member of the original witch party. Although the old Fry's attitude is a bit ambiguous now, he did not refuse to provide some information about Shaw.

Abernethy did not expect that the other party is still a super genius, and his talent is not inferior to that of the master in his youth.

So is the master looking for a successor? Or is he secretly attacking Dumbledore, his mortal enemy?

The master's mind is unfathomable and really hard to guess.

The camera moves up to Grindelwald's office.

Grindelwald is wearing a black hospital gown and a pair of blue half-moon glasses, the same style as Dumbledore.

He sits in a carved rocking chair, holding a Muggle book in his hand and reading it with relish. The title of the book is: "The Rise and Fall of Dynasties and the Change of Social Structure".

Next to him is a burning fireplace, and his two skinny legs are placed on a support frame, covered with a cashmere blanket.

Grindelwald's current living state is really a bit leisurely in his old age.

Dumbledore, who has been here for a while, is carefully brewing an unknown health product on a coffee table.

He put a piece of sugar cube in it, and thought it was not enough, so he put another piece, one piece, and one piece. . .

Looking at the increasingly thick drink in the cup, it also exudes bursts of sweet fragrance.

Dumbledore was satisfied, stirred it with a spoon, and then took the porcelain cup to Grindelwald's side.

"Gellert, it's time to take medicine."

Grindelwald glanced at the unknown sticky yellow liquid in the porcelain cup, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

But Grindelwald didn't say much, he tilted his head and opened his mouth.

The meaning was very clear.

The corner of Dumbledore's mouth also twitched.

But in order for Gellert to stand up as soon as possible, he didn't have to toss him like this, so he waved and called for a chair.

After sitting down, he began to feed Gellert with health supplements one spoonful at a time like feeding a child.

He chatted with a hint of meaning in his mouth.

"Why have you been studying these Muggle books recently?"

Grindelwald, who had a bitter sweet taste in his mouth, smacked his lips before saying.

"You don't let me ask about the wizarding world, and you have confiscated all the general magic books. You have to let me find something to do for fun, right?"

Dumbledore took out a white handkerchief and gently wiped the soup stains from the corner of Grindelwald's mouth.

"Well, that's true. It's good to read more books. How about I recommend you some bedtime fairy tales?"

Grindelwald pouted.

"No, they are all weird stories.How could seven greedy goblins save a Muggle princess? It's unreasonable."

Dumbledore continued to feed Gellert a spoonful, and said patiently.

"Ahem, when you read a story, you can't go into details. You have to look at the educational significance of it."

Grindelwald swallowed the health supplement in his mouth with difficulty, turned his head and looked at Dumbledore.

"You are so sentimental. I am old, don't think about persuading me. I haven't given new orders to those people downstairs, have I?"

Dumbledore smiled warmly and fed this guy several more spoonfuls.

"Oh, Gellert, you are a trustworthy person. Your fanatics are really like headless flies recently."

Grindelwald only felt the sweet taste in his mouth choking to the top of his head, and shouted in dissatisfaction.

"I want to drink water. What kind of health supplement is this? It tastes really strange. "

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with teasing, and he pressed Grindelwald's shoulders.

"There's a saying in the East, good medicine tastes sweet and is good for the disease, and only by drinking it can you get healthy."

Then he ignored Grindelwald's shaking head like a rattle, and directly took the cup and poured it into his mouth.

Grindelwald stood up from the rocking chair uncomfortably, retched twice, and hurried to the coffee table to pick up the kettle and drink.

Dumbledore laughed happily beside him.

"The ancients in the East were really wise, Gellert, you're getting better, aren't you, walking as fast as a young man."

Grindelwald looked back at Dumbledore with resentment, and was about to refute him, when suddenly his stomach gurgled.

Grindelwald's face changed drastically, and he ran to the toilet like a fly, leaving only one sentence.

"Albus, bring me paper! "

Dumbledore was stunned, looking at the remaining liquid in the porcelain cup in surprise.

Various guesses flashed through his mind. My old friend wants to harm me?

………….

It was dinner time in the Hogwarts Hall.

Quirrell was in a bad mood today. He heard that Hagrid, the breeder of the three-headed dog, wanted to raise a dragon. In order to get information about the three-headed dog, Voldemort asked him to go to Knockturn Alley to buy dragon eggs tomorrow.

So, Quirrell's little money was really going to be gone.

When he met some students on the road, he heard that the dishes today were good, so he asked After seeing the elf, he knew that those delicacies were only available in the hall.

So Quirrell came to the hall to eat. Life was hard enough, so he should not neglect his body.

Quirrell sat down at the end of the teacher's seat. Several dishes appeared on the table automatically. In addition to the English dishes he usually ate, there were two dishes he had never seen before.

He picked up a piece of slightly burnt but ruddy meat with a fork and put it in his mouth. After chewing a few times, his eyes lit up.

Eating the food, Quirrell felt better, and then he found that the atmosphere in the hall today was a little weird.