Living peacefully at Hogwarts

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The sea breeze blows and the seagulls soar.

The weather in New York today is not very good.

In the sky, there are a few thick rain clouds.

"Woohoo!"

The huge cruise ship approached slowly with a loud roar.

After a while, a spacious boarding board was put down on the boat, and the crowd crowded down.

More and more people walked, and in the end, there was only one old man with a gray beard in an elegant suit on the deck.

He carried the suitcase, raised his head, subconsciously glanced at the weather above his head, and shook his head with a wry smile.

Although it was called the "Freedom", Dumbledore felt that the air here did not seem to be sweeter than elsewhere.

He took out a handkerchief to cover his nose and mouth, and murmured.

"Compared with the fog in London, it's not too much...."

However, complaining about the weather was just an instinct as an Englishman, Dumbledore looked straight, and walked off the boarding board with his suitcase.

He is here to do business this time!

"Ah, Mr. Dumbledore, here you are."

On the dock, people from the Magical Congress of America were waiting for Dumbledore.

Seeing the tall and gray-bearded old man, two young wizards immediately greeted him with respectful smiles.

"Haha, the long-lost trip made my body almost fall apart. It's nice to see you."

He came to the United States through the "door key" this time, and the transfer location was in the utility room of the big ship just now.

Transfer magic, after all, it is not as comfortable as taking transportation.

The old man smiled and took off his brown top hat.

"Then, take me to your Congress headquarters."

"Of course, please."

It was said that two young wizards wanted to lead Dumbledore to the car where Chairman Samuel was.

But, as soon as they spoke, a burst of violent magical light suddenly lit up, which shocked them!

"who!"

Dumbledore is an internationally renowned wizard, and his safety must be guaranteed.The two members of the American Ministry of Magic showed their wands without even thinking about it.

But Dumbledore felt a touch of familiarity in the magic light.

Could it be...

"call out!"

The transfer magic ended, and the figure appeared.

Same as Dumbledore thought.

It was Klein who suddenly appeared.

"Wait, he is my student... Klein, haven't you returned to Germany? Why did you come here suddenly?"

Press down your hand to let the two nerve-sensitive members of the American Ministry of Magic stay calm.Dumbledore came to Klein and said suspiciously.

"Why am I here?"

Unexpectedly, Klein had a very helpless expression on his face.

"If I can, I don't want to be here.

Principal, do you know how much trouble you have caused me?"

Trouble?

Dumbledore was dumbfounded.

Old man, I didn't do anything~

"Stop it!"

Klein had a headache when he was a lot of age and still pretending to be innocent here.

Of course, a large part of his headache is the sequelae of the forbidden curse, the kind that will not get better in a while...

"What's the matter?"

Dumbledore touched his beard and couldn't think of what he did to sorry Klein.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just missed you suddenly, can I see you?"

Rubbing his eyebrows, Klein didn't bother to explain anything.

After all, things like reversing time are too shocking, and even if he tells the truth, Dumbledore may not believe it.

"Ah, this..."

Dumbledore was very thief, and it was obvious at a glance that Klein was not telling the truth.

But the member of the American Ministry of Magic was still hanging there, and he couldn't say anything, he just introduced with a smile.

"This is Klein, Klein Grindelwald, my student."

"Hello."

Klein raised his hand weakly, and said hello to the two Ministry of Magic members.

"Hello, it's an honor to know you." "I am a fan of the England Quidditch team, please sign me later!"

The two members of the American Ministry of Magic gave warm smiles.

The famous "son of magic", of course they have seen it in the newspaper.

"Okay, take us to find..."

Dumbledore smiled and just wanted to take Klein to find Samuel, Chairman of the Magical Congress of America, but Klein grabbed his sleeve and shook his head.

"Don't bother, I know where is "it"?"

As he said, he couldn't help but took Dumbledore to "shift his shadow" away, leaving only the two young Ministry members looking at each other on the ground.

"They... are leaving now?"

"Well, it should be."

"Mr. Chairman is still waiting in the car."

"Yes."

"Then we..."

"How do we deal with each other?"

"Right, right, how are we doing business?"

"You ask me, who am I asking?"

At the same time, a certain car in the port.

"Snee!"

In the car, Mr. Samuel G. Korhaug sneezed inexplicably.

Looking at the pigeons flying by outside the window, he blinked.

The damn weather is getting colder and colder.

...

"You will be punished, monster!"

Thomas Iverson vomited blood.

He is almost dead.

This old man who has worked in the Department of Magical Transportation for more than 20 years watched the white "monster" approaching him little by little.

At the end of his life, he was still like a real man after all, without kneeling down and begging for mercy.

only.......

Thinking of his wife and son, he couldn't help but rise in infinite fear.

He is dead, what should his wife and children do?

"Haha, punishment? I have never been the only one who punishes others, and no one can punish me yet."

Voldemort laughed strangely.

Behind him, the fat mouse Peter looked around.

The "monster" is getting closer.

Thomas gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed the cowardly thoughts in his heart.

He glanced at the wand that had fallen not far away, and he exhaled deeply, planning to give a "fighting blow."

But Voldemort seemed to be aware of the other's thoughts and shook his head cruelly.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Mr. Thomas...Yes, I noticed your nameplate, Thomas, a good name, very suitable for my evolution."

Voldemort felt every cell in his body jumping for joy.

He had a hunch that as long as he swallowed the flesh and blood of the man in front of him, he would definitely have some new changes.

Moreover, the death of this man can further spread the fear within the Magical Congress of the United States.

It's time for every weak person to whisper his honor!

"Darkness Ruler"

Yes, he is the master in the darkness, dominating everyone's life!

"Pooh!"

Thomas knew that his plan was frustrated and couldn't help but spit at Voldemort.

But Voldemort didn't care.

It's just a slobber, what he absorbed is more than saliva.

"Master, do it, the people of the Magical Congress of America will be here soon!"

Seeing Voldemort playing with "food" again, Peter said anxiously.

For some reason, he always had an ominous premonition lingering in his heart...