The Magic Throne at Hogwarts

Anyway, there are more losses than difficulties.

And the Dark Lord, not at the level of a schemer, rubbish.

Good guys are actually easier to deal with than bad guys. Good guys have more weaknesses and more scruples, so the failed Grindelwald is simply ashamed to give the bad and oily title of "Dark Lord"!

Grindelwald always promotes all kinds of lofty ideals and so on, but besides bewitching those fools who have no brains to eat ideals, they are also a fart.

If you don't give benefits, who will do it for you?How much is ideal worth?How many catties of rice is it worth?

If it were me, I would just shout out the slogan "Pure blood, share the land", and guarantee that 90.00% of the wizards will mix with me!

Oh, the criticism is too high-level, and it deviates from the topic, don't blame the old man.

Regarding the treatment of Muggles, my opinion is roughly three points. In the Muggle world, wizards have been integrated from top to bottom, absorbing Muggle technology into magic, and manipulating public opinion to gradually pave the way for the existence of wizards.

Of course, the process will be more complicated and difficult, and the most difficult thing is to unify the views of wizards and break the law of secrecy.

As for the elements, I'd also like to thank the old gentleman, I just happen to have the right wand.

Alas, it's a pity that lightning spells are really hard to find, and I'm just a poor student with no connections.

By the way, let me tell you a piece of news quietly, Voldemort seems to be back, and our headmaster's hair is grey.

And I happened to be able to help him share one or two, but the principal was too stingy, so he sent me away.

………….

Your dear friend Shore Black]

Grindelwald read it for the fourth time, and the anger in his eyes was almost uncontrollable. He crushed a corner of the letter paper, but the judgment of qualified superiors will not be swayed by emotions.

Although he was very angry, he felt that what Xiao Er said made sense.

He has been in prison for 50 years, so naturally he reflects all the time.

He took several deep breaths before suppressing his anger. Finally, he still had a bit of self-restraint, and he didn't expect to go to Hogwarts and kill Shaw right away.

After calming down, Grindelwald gritted his teeth and began to write a reply.

Moreover, he was able to criticize himself with Xiao Er from a third-person perspective.

What's the point of this?

The first-generation Dark Lord actually felt a little wronged.

Having written the letter, he summoned Abernathy again.

"Is there any clue about the Phoenix matter?"

Abernathy looked troubled, with sweat dripping from his brow. He had thought the problem simply before.

There are indeed more than one or two phoenixes, and the saints have also found traces of wild phoenixes, but how to catch them is the most difficult thing.

The phoenix can teleport, can't kill, and can heal itself, so its direct combat effectiveness is almost, or it is perfect.

But it's really hard to catch. The saints have spent a lot of manpower and material resources, but they haven't caught even a hair.

But Abernathy knew that the master was a person who only asked about the result and ignored the process.

Looking at the expressions of his men, Grindelwald looked slightly unhappy.

He has long been dissatisfied with the frequency of communication with Xiao Er.

The little guy Shaw really gave Grindelwald a desire to teach, and he was eager to pass on his skills to the other party so as to realize his unfulfilled ideals.

It just so happened that he had just been scolded, so he was still full of anger.

But before Grindelwald opened his mouth to reprimand his subordinates for venting their anger, a spark burst in the air, and Dumbledore's figure slowly emerged.

Grindelwald immediately restrained his displeasure, and pointed to the envelope on the table to Abernathy.

"Old rules, send the spell over by the way."

Abernathy secretly thought it was a fluke, took the envelope, turned around and left quickly.

I made up my mind, and if it really didn't work, I went to capture the phoenix mascot of the New Zealand Quidditch team.

Dumbledore saw Abernathy leave with the letter, and a moment of thought flashed in his heart.

But Grindelwald interrupted his thinking.

"Albus, here you come."

While greeting warmly, Grindelwald reached out to call for various desserts.

"This is the sweet food I bought from all over the world, this is baklava, this is tiramisu, by the way, you must try this, the east side is called candied haws, the sweet and sour taste is not bad. "

Dumbledore's eyes were complicated, he hummed and took a bite of the candied haws that Grindelwald handed over.

It's really sweet and sour, and I understand Gellert's metaphor.

Dumbledore, who was slightly guilty, quickly took out a pair of warm wool socks from his arms.

"Gellert, this is a gift from me. Although it's summer, as long as you don't wear it and go outside to bask in the sun, it should be very comfortable."

Grindelwald's face froze, his enthusiastic expression was a little serious, and he said slowly as if mocking himself.

"After all, you don't believe that I will keep my promise. I am old and have stayed here for many years, and the difficult prison life has also made me physically broken. How can I have the energy to go out."

"Besides, I have long been eliminated by the times, and my knowledge may not be as good as that of the first-year students in your school."

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald pleadingly.

"Gellert, the wizarding world really can't stand the toss. I really don't have the energy to fight dumb fans with you now. Promise me, okay?"

Seeing Albus like this, Grindelwald suddenly thought of the things mentioned in Shaw's letter, and couldn't help showing a warm smile.

"That's fine, as long as you put the socks on with your own hands, I will never leave the tower."

Grindelwald said, putting his feet on the table, as if waiting to be served.

"It's a pleasure to serve you."

Dumbledore didn't mean to be shy or embarrassing, he walked to the sandalwood table, reached out and gently removed Grindelwald's shoes and socks.

But when he saw Grindelwald's withered and shriveled feet, his hands couldn't help shaking, and his eyes gradually fainted with tears.

Self-blame lingers in my heart, and a string in my heart almost breaks.

Chapter 47

Grindelwald felt a hot teardrop dripping from his feet, he felt sorry for Dumbledore, and quickly spoke to comfort him.

"Albus, put it on for me quickly, don't say it, I'm old, my body is really bad, and I still feel cold in summer, you are so considerate, you even thought of giving me wool socks."

"As long as you like it, I will install a fireplace here for you later."

Dumbledore quickly calmed down, put the wool socks on the table, warmed Grindelwald's cold feet with his gentle hands, and then began to put on the socks.

Grindelwald was in a really happy mood.

"Albus, I suddenly thought of a story. There was a general in a certain country in ancient times. He had a wife who loved each other. But the general needed to fight for the country and couldn't get together all year round."

"After the First World War, the general returned home with serious injuries and hemiplegia, but his wife was a little happy and took care of his paralyzed husband steadfastly, but the wife was getting old and unable to take good care of the general."

"So the two decided to adopt a son. The wife wanted someone to take care of the two elders, but the general wanted his son to inherit his wish and fight for the country."

"The adopted son is very promising. He not only fulfills his filial piety for the two elders, but also realizes the general's dream."

"Albus, what do you think I adopted a foster son?"

Dumbledore never interrupted, quietly finished listening to Grindelwald's story, his eyes once again regained wisdom and the ruthlessness hidden in it.

Dumbledore sighed, and while reaching out to smooth Grindelwald's wrinkled trouser legs, he said sincerely.

"Gellert, there is no need to adopt a child. After I finish some things, I will live, grow old, sick and die with you. This is my greatest compensation to you."

Grindelwald smiled, didn't continue talking about it, and greeted Dumbledore to eat some sweets.

Especially candied haws, I advise Dumbledore to eat more.

The two started chatting, and Dumbledore told Grindelwald some interesting things about the last Quidditch World Cup.

Joyfully talked about how his favorite Argentine team won with difficulty, and the loser was also honored to lose.

How the strongest Seeker Semel turned the tide and so on.

An hour later, Dumbledore took his leave.

With a flash of fire, he returned to the Hogwarts headmaster's room.

After sitting down, Dumbledore closed his eyes and thought about something, subconsciously took a chocolate candy from the pile of cockroaches on the table, and chewed it in his mouth.

After eating more than ten cockroach chocolates in a row, I finally figured out the bits and pieces and some metaphors I just had with Gellert.

He wrote two notes, one addressed to Babajid, the vice president of the International Federation of Wizards.

Ask the other party to investigate the movement of the saints of the Witch Party, including the information on the letter to Nurmengard, and see if they are collecting information about the genius little wizard.

One is to ask Xiaoer to come to the principal's office and attach the password.

Dumbledore summoned Fawkes to deliver the message.

Back to half an hour ago, in an abandoned classroom at Hogwarts, there were many students standing in twos and threes.

Hermione and Alice moved a table and placed it at the door, allowing the students who came to register the spell information they had mastered.

Xiao Er stood by the window and seemed to be watching the scenery quietly, but he was actually drawing a lottery in the system.

It wasn't until just now that Shaw realized that his white magic reserve and level were a bit shabby, and he might not be qualified to teach students.

Water Prison and Flock of Birds are also not universal.

Black magic cannot be taught.

Except for the Iron Armor Charm and the Levitation Charm, his other common white spells may not be as good as other senior students.

Fortunately, there are still more than 2000 first-level faith points, and the second-level belief points are more than 120 points after the overnight fermentation of what happened last night.

So you can still count on these 3 lottery draws to make some goods to top it off.

If you don't brag about it, it will explode again.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for gaining 1 skill point."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting a Level 3 Disarming Curse. Since the host will be able to level 2 Disarming Curse, the proficiency is superimposed, and now it is a Level 4 Disarming Curse."