Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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Albus Dumbledore, the current principal of Hogwarts of the Witchcraft School and "the greatest white wizard in the world" looked lovingly at the little guy who crawled out of the ashes, showing an extremely bright and sincere smile.

"Meet again, old friend."

The Phoenix Nirvana, the Phoenix Immortal.

Every death is a new life.

Dumbledore stretched out his finger and teased Fox (Phoenix's name) who looked like a little chicken, and caused little Phoenix to roll his eyes.

"Well, you should rest well."

With a dry laugh, the old man knew that he had been disgusted, so he decisively stopped and held the little Phoenix to the original pole-Fox still had the strength to stay on the pole calmly.

"Tweet."

Fox angrily pecked Dumbledore with his immature beak to express his gratitude, then closed his eyes and began to regain his strength.

And Dumbledore didn't care. After sitting back at his desk, he wanted to continue studying the mystery of the "Ravenclaw Crown", but he couldn't calm down.

He is old.

People over a hundred years old, how many days do they have a better life?

Dumbledore smiled, folded his hands and placed it on his stomach.

The day when the phoenix had Nirvana and rebirth, his old man did not.

When people are old, they like to hurt the spring and fall, and they like to remember the past.When it was a holiday, Dumbledore simply forgot about his job and thought about something.

Now except for Voldemort, he has almost no other worries...

What, Klein?

That kid no longer worries about him.

Because worry is useless.

"Well."

The more he thought about it, the more he became absorbed. After some time, Dumbledore touched his gray beard and leaned against the back of the wide chair.

He suddenly wanted to go to some places and meet some people.

...

"For the greater good."

Just above the entrance to the fort, there is a beautiful German line engraved.

Numengaard, once the base camp of Gellert Grindelwald, has now become his detention place, which is a great irony.

Gellert is very old.

The perennial prison life forcibly turned the all-powerful Dark Lord into a dying old man.

He doesn't have beautiful blond hair, he doesn't have a tall figure, and even one of his eyes is blind-this image is put on the streets of Berlin, it is a living beggar.

Silence is the normal state of Numengaard.

The jailer did not speak, and Gellert did not speak.

The loudest noise here is probably the sound of a spoon falling to the ground.

Many of the new jailers were worried at first, but then they gradually became indifferent-Gellert Grindelwald was the most honest prisoner.

Eat when it's time to eat and sleep when it's time to go to bed.

Not noisy or noisy is like suffering from Alzheimer's.

Anyway, the work here is really easy.

"Hey, we have dinner."

It was another day for dinner, and the new jailer brought the simple dinner plate to Gellert's prison.Looking at the silent old man inside, he rudely dropped the plate, took a deep look at Gellert, turned and left.

Gellert blinked, as if he hadn't seen this scene, honestly picked up the dinner plate and scooped the sticky food inside with a wooden spoon.

One, two, three...

He eats slowly, as if tasting delicious food.

The prison stuff can't be any good food, but his tongue is numb, and he can't taste any good or bad things.

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He eats silently, without saying a word.

Suddenly, the wooden spoon in his hand touched a hard object.

Gellert's expression remained unchanged.

I just couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

How many years have passed since, haven't those people given up?

Gellert blinked, remembering the scene when he was in prison.

At that time, almost every day, people wanted to save him, but none succeeded.Of course, this has a lot to do with Gellert's frustration and unwillingness to cooperate.

Later, there were fewer people trying to save him.

He thought, the old guys outside were either completely desperate, or they were already dead.

Unexpectedly, today...

Shaking his head, Gellert finished eating a meal that was worse than pig food, revealing what was hidden under the plate.But to his surprise, it was not a short wand or alchemy prop, but a newspaper wrapped in magic tape.

"Ok?"

No one had ever sent him a newspaper, Gellert's eyes flashed a rare light, but it quickly dimmed.

forget it.

The outside affairs have nothing to do with him.

He just wanted to live and then die.

After making up his mind, Gellert shook his head, but at the moment he wanted to turn around, the bold and bold words slipped into his eyes unreasonably, just like a joke made by fate.

"Grindelwald?"

Gellert's curiosity was aroused and abruptly stopped.

Are there still people from the Grindelwald family out there?

Speaking of which, Grindelwald can be regarded as a more famous family of pure blood wizards in Germany.Although there are not many members of the tribe, his family is very strong. If Gellert did not leave the house, he could live a good life.

but......

Since his failure, the Grindelwald people have been implicated, and it is time to go to jail for all questions.

With a complicated mood, Gellert ripped open the magic tape.

"Klein Grindelwald, redemption in the ashes."

The bold and bold headline came into view, and on the matching photo, an extremely handsome young man was smiling lightly.Gellert moved his heart, feeling a bit bitter in his mouth. He looked away as if evasive, and glanced at the author's name.

Rita Skeeter?

do not know.

Gellert took a deep breath, did not read the contents of the newspaper, and plucked up the courage to look at the boy in the photo.

Like.

It's really similar.

At that moment, Gellert seemed to have gone back decades.

Except for the slight difference, he almost doubted that it was himself.

"Klein Grindelwald?"

Gellert repeated the name, and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It feels hard to describe in words.

It's like... it's as if you suddenly realized that you are not alone in this world.

fantastic.

"Ok."

After swallowing and spitting, Gellert muttered to himself and began to read the contents of the newspaper.

"Klein Grindelwald, redemption in the ashes, the youngest Merlin Medal recipient in history also demonstrated his unmatched talent at the St. Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries.

According to Aberdo Hank, director of the Saint Mungo Hospital for Magical Injuries, Klein completely conquered all therapists in just one day..."

This is a newspaper from a month ago, but Gellert looked at it and suddenly cried and laughed.

It's like a dumb old man.