The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Immediately, it quickly returned to desertion.

"Chief, I see."

Shaw nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, the knot in my heart can't be untied in a short time, and the days to come will be long. You just need to know that there is me behind you!"

Theodore couldn't help straightening his back.

"Chief, do you have a task for me?"

(Big talk about Juntong Kawen, this is Feixue in July, I’m wronged, this book doesn’t have many daily routines, it’s all about plot, so no matter where I stop writing, there will be so-called “Kawen”, okay, or I’m sorry Click on the daily? Stop writing during the daily?)

Chapter 72 Old Friend Wants to Harm Me?

(Hey, GGAD is at it again)

Austria, Nurmengard.

Although the dilapidated high tower is still mottled at this moment, it has a lot of fireworks, and many tower floors are lit.

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

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

Everyone was wearing lapel white lining and exquisite suits, ties were tied properly, hair was combed meticulously, and waists were straight.

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

At this moment, the veteran saints are reporting the current situation of the Wuzi Party to Abernathy, who is the first on the right.

"Recently, hundreds of people have applied for pilgrimage to Austria. The older generation of comrades-in-arms all want to bring their children to visit the master. I can hardly refuse their hearts."

"Abernathy, have you reported to the master about the fact that the Ministry of Magic has started to target us again?"

"The matter of capturing the phoenix may not be possible until the old Percy develops a more powerful space confinement prop. However, we have discovered another mutant species similar to the Thunderbird that can teleport, which may be able to replace it."

"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 that the infiltration of the Austrian Ministry of Magic can be delayed."

"Wait a minute? If it wasn't for Miss Weta, the outside would have been surrounded by Aurors by now!"

"..."

Abernathy sat upright with a serious face and didn't say a word. Now it was called a meeting, but it was actually just a chance for the old friends to complain.

He himself felt a little slanderous.

After the master rejuvenated, he thought he would do a big job.

Unexpectedly, apart from issuing a few collection orders, there was nothing to follow, and the saints were running around outside.

And the master either reads the collected Muggle materials all day long, or is the deadly enemy with Dumbledore... ahem.

No, how could I doubt my wise master.

The master must have a conspiracy, and now he is paralyzing Dumbledore, the sworn enemy.

And the news that he sent someone to inquire about that Hogwarts student also came one after another.

It just so happened that the Foley family over there were members of the former Witch Party. Although old Foley's attitude was a bit ambiguous, he did not refuse to provide some information about Shaw.

Abernathy did not expect that the other party was still a super genius, and his talent was not inferior to that of his master in boyhood.

So the master is looking for a successor?Or sneak through Chen Cang and directly capture from the inside of Dumbledore, the mortal enemy?

The master's mind is unpredictable, and he really can't figure it out.

The camera moves up to Grindelwald's office.

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

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

Beside him was a burning fireplace, and his bony legs were draped in a cashmere blanket over a railing.

Grindelwald's current living conditions are really a bit leisurely and carefree in old age.

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

He put a cube of sugar in it, and thinking about it enough, he put another piece, another piece, another piece. . .

Looking at the thicker drink in the cup, it still exudes bursts of sweet fragrance.

Only then was Dumbledore satisfied, and he stirred it with a spoon, then took the porcelain cup and came to Grindelwald.

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

Grindelwald glanced sideways at the unknown viscous yellow liquid in the porcelain cup, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

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

The meaning is obvious.

Dumbledore's mouth twitched.

But in order for Gellert to stand up as soon as possible, without having to torment him so much, he beckoned for a chair.

After sitting down, like feeding a child, he began to serve Gellert with health supplements spoon by spoon.

Chatting with meaning in his mouth.

"What have you been doing with all these Muggle books lately?"

Grindelwald, whose mouth was sweet and bitter, smacked his mouth before saying.

"You don't want me to ask about the wizarding world. You confiscated all the magic books. You always want me to find something to do for fun."

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

"Well, that's true. It's good to read more books. Why don't I recommend some bedtime fairy tales for you?"

Grindelwald pouted.

"No, they are all weird stories, such as how the seven greedy goblins could possibly save the Muggle princess, which is very unreasonable."

Dumbledore continued to feed Gellert a tablespoon, coaxingly.

"Ahem, just read the story, you can't study it carefully, you have to look at the educational significance of it."

Grindelwald swallowed the health supplements in his mouth with difficulty, and turned his head to look at Dumbledore.

"You are so sentimental. I am already old, so don't try to influence me. Haven't I given new orders to those people downstairs?"

Dumbledore smiled kindly, and fed several more tablespoons into the guy's mouth.

"Oh, Gellert, you are a man of faith, and those fanatics of yours have indeed been like headless flies recently."

Grindelwald felt the sweet and greasy taste in his mouth was overwhelmed, and he yelled dissatisfiedly.

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

A joke flashed in Dumbledore's eyes, and he pressed Grindelwald's shoulder.

"There is a saying in the East, good medicine is sweet and good for the disease, drink it to be healthy."

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

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

Dumbledore smiled happily.

"The ancients in the East are really wise, Gellert, aren't you getting better now, walking like a young man."

Grindelwald looked back at Dumbledore resentfully, and was about to refute, when suddenly there was a rumbling sound in his stomach.

Grindelwald's complexion changed drastically, and he ran to the toilet like flying, leaving only one sentence.

"Albus, bring me paper!"

Dumbledore froze for a moment, looking at the remaining liquid in the porcelain cup in amazement.

Various conjectures flashed in my mind, my old friend wanted to harm me?

………….

Hogwarts Great Hall, it's dinner time now.

Today Quirrell was in a bad mood. 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 tomorrow to buy dragon eggs.

Therefore, Quirrell's little money is really about to disappear.

When I met some students, I heard that today's dishes were good. After asking the elves, I knew that those delicacies were only served in the hall.

So Quirrell came to the hall to eat. Life is hard enough, so don't neglect your body.

Quirrell sat down at the end of the teacher's table, and several dishes automatically appeared on the table. In addition to the usual English dishes, there were two dishes that he had never seen before.

He used a fork to pick up a piece of slightly charred but ruddy meat and put it into his mouth. After chewing a few times, his eyes lit up.

After eating delicious food, Quirrell felt better, only to realize that the atmosphere in the hall today is a bit weird.

Chapter 73 The Secret Atmosphere of Dinner

Quirrell found that especially the lion cubs were eating delicious food, but they had a bitter face.

Quirrell curled his lips, these little wizards are really not satisfied, no matter how hard it is, can I suffer?

Quirrell also found that the Ravenclaw long table was very deserted, only a dozen or so eaglets were eating dinner restlessly, and they were absent-minded even if there was super delicious food.

Hmph, another group of guys who don't know what happiness is.

A little eagle wanted to pack those Chinese delicacies, but the food disappeared, so they could only put some original dishes in the basket.

The basket was full, and those who didn't know thought that Hogwarts was going to run out of food.

Quirrell knew that there was teleportation magic on the long table in the hall, and there was a long table in the kitchen that was comparable to this place, controlled by the kitchen elves.

So why do these elves not allow people to take away these unknown delicacies?

He also planned to take some back home for supper later.

For those Hufflepuffs who love food, these little badgers are eating very deliciously at the moment, so hurry up and finish off their own portion of Chinese food before eating other ones.