Living peacefully at Hogwarts

You can search for "Search for Novels in Hogwarts Peaceful Life (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!On the summer night of 1991, Godric Valley.

Among all the gathering places of half-wizards, Godric Valley is perhaps the most famous.

Godric Gryffindor, one of the founders of the magic school "Hogwarts" was born here; the wizard goldsmith Bob Wright created the first "Golden Snitch" here; it swept almost the entire The "mysterious man" of the British magical world is also broken here...

Of course, that happened more than ten years ago.

"Dear Bathilda, long time no see."

Looking at the benevolent fat old lady in front of him, Albus Dumbledore stuffed a small gadget like a lighter into his pocket, leaned down and gave him a hug.His long beard completely wrapped his old friend, and when the two separated, the old man with half-moon glasses made no secret of the surprise on his face, and he followed.

"Merlin's beard, I hardly recognize you anymore."

"Haha, Albus, come in quickly."

Hearing this, the fat old lady couldn't help but smile.Smiling and welcoming sideways, she invited the greatest wizard and headmaster of Hogwarts into the house, and then casually moved, a little monster with a stooped figure and a big head appeared out of thin air and sent two Cup of steaming dark brown drink.

Sitting down on the old sofa, Dumbledore took the cup, and a strange smell rushed into his crooked nose, even if he was so knowledgeable, he was a little confused at this time.

However, he believes that old friends will not harm him.He hesitated and took a sip, then sent the tea cup under the crooked nose to sniff carefully. He looked at Bathilda Bagshot curiously and asked suspiciously.

"Bahida, what kind of potion is this?"

"Potion? Hahaha, my dear Albus, this is not a potion."

As if hearing the funniest joke in the world, the fat old lady began to laugh out loud, her voice hoarse like an old cat, but her attitude was close to Dumbledore.

"Well, it seems that our great Albus Dumbledore is just an apprentice in the face of the unknown."

When she had enough laughs, she also took the teacup from the house elf and took a sip, then she explained to the other party with a comfortable expression.

"This is tea, or herbal tea, brought back from the far east by the child I mentioned in my letter. To be honest, this tea tastes best when it is chilled, but you know, I'm an old-fashioned one. Old guy, I prefer to watch the steam rising from the teacup."

Thinking of the child's face, Bathilda Bagshot, the historian of magic and the author of "History of Magic", couldn't help showing pride and doting.

"Bahida..."

Several flavors were intertwined on the tip of his tongue, just like Dumbledore's heart, he seemed to want to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Let me meet the kid, I want to say something to him."

"Roco, go and call Young Master down."

Bathilda Basha nodded characteristically, and gave an order to the house elf who was waiting quietly.

"Yes."

The little monster with a big head saluted slightly, disappeared in place with a "pop", and disappeared in an instant.Before long, a young man holding a book slowly walked down the stairs to the living room where Dumbledore and Bathilda were.

Appropriate light-colored linen hunting suit, spotlessly polished Khaki leather boots, light blond hair randomly tied into short ponytails behind his head; eyes are clear and bright, like stars twinkling in the sky, and like those soaked in a cold spring Sapphire, thin lips pressed tightly, revealing the solemnity and caution of the Germans.

Dumbledore was shocked.

"Klein, this is..."

Without noticing the strangeness of his old friend, Bathilda Bagshot opened his mouth with a smile, but before she finished speaking, he suddenly interrupted his distant aunt just like a teenager walking out of the fresco in St. Peter's Cathedral.

"I know, the famous Albus Dumbledore."

After a pause, the boy bowed slightly, impeccable etiquette.

"Meeting for the first time, Mr. Dumbledore, this is Klein, Klein Grindelwald."

The nostalgic last name came into his ears, and Dumbled's face remained calm, but a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes under the half-moon glasses.

He squinted his eyes and spoke gently and witty.

"Hello, Klein, it is a great honor to know you. I have heard many things about you. Seeing an adventurous young man like you always reminds me of my previous self, but... It’s not a good idea to use "confusion curses" and "forgetting curses". They need to be respected." 101 Chinese Network www.101zw.com

Halfway through the conversation, Dumbledore suddenly changed.With a kind smile on his face, the old man seemed to be admonishing an old friend who had known each other for many years.

"I did it very cleanly. No one noticed that even the Ministry of Magic didn't know how I went to the Far East and how I got here."

Klein's expression remained unchanged.

"Well."

Dumbledore couldn't help being speechless, he didn't expect the other party's attitude...

Don't care.

This boy made him both strange and familiar.

The old man fell into silence and frowned unconsciously.

"What is Mr. Dumbledore thinking about putting me in jail? I mean, like... my uncle."

Dumbledore stopped speaking, but Klein's mouth was a provocative smile.

Gellert Grindelwald.

Klein's uncle, the most outstanding figure in the Grindelwald family, is also the root of the decline of the Grindelwald family.The "Dark Lord" who left a strong and colorful history in the history books was defeated by the great wizard in front of him.

"Klein!"

Upon hearing this, Bathilda Bagshot's face changed.

But Klein ignored her and went on to speak for himself.

"Great Mr. Dumbledore, you may not know that when I was arrogantly insulted by others under the name of the remnants of the Grindelwald family, no one came to help me; when I watched those people take the manor away One after another, no one came to help me; when I was finally driven out of the house by the German Ministry of Magic, I only carried a burnt book of spells and a nearly broken wand without an owner. At that time, no one came to help me; when I had no fixed place and could only curl up on the streets of Berlin, no one came to help me.

Then..."

Klein was smiling, but his eyes were cold.

"Will Mr. Dumbledore send me to the final destination of all the people of Grindelwald because I cast a spell on Muggles, I know, that tower is called "Newmontgarde"."

After the words fell, the atmosphere seemed to be frozen and heavy.

Albus Dumbledore, the great wizard who was as wise as the sea opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say even a word.His mood hadn't been so complicated for a long time, and the almost undisguised hostility of the teenager almost swallowed him.

He could not refute that he was indeed the "culprit" responsible for all that.

"Or, do you even want me to shout that slogan? How do you say, oh, yes..."

A hint of playfulness flashed in Klein's eyes.

"For the greater good."

"Well, Mr. Klein."

Dumbledore interrupted Klein softly.

Depressing the complex mood in his heart, he took a deep breath, his expression gradually restored to its original calm and gentleness.

"Your excellent eloquence has left a deep impression on me. I am a little envious of your travel around the world, it must be very interesting.

but......

Life will never be a solo journey. Friends are the most precious treasure. Come to Hogwarts, Mr. Klein, there will be your home."

Only Hogwarts, or only Hogwarts, can melt the ice of a teenager's closed heart.

He was convinced of this.

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