HP Shavings Wizard

Chapter 286 Admirer

The former Saint's assistant was still as efficient and resolute as ever. He quickly notified and integrated the replies from other former Saints in different places. After a few communications, the gathering time was determined, and Grindelwald did not need to worry at all.

But this efficiency makes Owl suffer.

After resting for a while, the owl flapped its wings again and disappeared into the distant skyline, heading towards Hogwarts across the English Channel.

A few days later, Grindelwald received a piece of parchment - it couldn't be called a formal letter, it was as short as a note.

It says:

[It is a great honor to receive your letter.

We will arrive at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade Village at 17pm on the 7th.

Wenda Rozier

There wasn't much to say in the letter. After all, we were going to meet in two days.

The owl took several days to travel, and the saints there borrowed the door key and traveled quickly, so when they received the letter, they could see it that same evening.

Apart from class time, Grindelwald's daily activities were naturally in the principal's office - if there were any little wizards who wanted to ask questions, they could only do so during class, during breaks, or during meals. During the long break time, no one was usually seen in the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

This reply note, along with other replies sent to Hogwarts, was delivered by owls and was not very conspicuous.

Except that the owl was disheveled and looked particularly haggard, which attracted Dumbledore's extra attention.

"...?"

Dumbledore tilted his head, looking curiously at this good girl who had come a long way.

Grindelwald accepted the note generously, and before the short-eared owl could raise its short ear feathers and make a "coo" sound to complain, he accurately handed over a plate of pink and tender baby mice with a little white translucent fur.

Those little things were neatly arranged in rows on the white porcelain plates, so they didn't make people feel disgusted.

This girl likes white mice.

The short-eared owl calmed down, showing an expression similar to a smile, squinting its eyes, opening its mouth, quickly pecked at a baby mouse, and swallowed it with its head tilted back.

Grindelwald glanced at the note in his hand - he could take in all the short two sentences at a glance - and with one hand he was casually stroking the short-eared owl, which looked very happy.

British owls seem to have inherited some of the British habits and are quite arrogant.

But it doesn’t matter, the old devil is also good at conquering the British.

Dumbledore took a towel and carefully wiped the water droplets off the feathers of the good girl.

A piano in the corner, under magical control, continuously plays the chamber music that the old headmaster likes, accompanied by the sound of the burning fireplace, the whistling sound of the wind outside the window, and the faint shouts of the team's Quidditch training - after the much-anticipated Halloween at the end of the month, the first round of Quidditch matches will be held in November.

It was rare that Alison didn't stick to them or play pranks on the teachers and students of Hogwarts. Instead, she ran to the game world and opened the map very enthusiastically.

Both old fathers now have a slight sense of relief that their Huskies have finally found a place to vent their abundant energy without causing trouble.

Adolescents are so full of energy that even old wizards find it difficult to cope with them.

Dumbledore glanced at the note - the two of them were sitting side by side behind their desks, like the other young wizards attending class.

The desk in the principal's office has been extra widened since Grindelwald came to live there permanently. It gives people the feeling that Professor Grindelwald can't distinguish between the big and small kings and is trying to usurp the throne and replace the principal.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and his attitude towards his lover's former admirer and loyal follower was relatively calm, with a relaxed and lazy tone.

"…Miss Rosier is coming tonight?"

Grindelwald let go of the owl and handed it to Dumbledore. He propped his chin on his hand and glanced at Dumbledore lazily: "...Perhaps he can't wait to see 'The Way to Change the World' - why, are you interested in her?"

Dumbledore did meet "Miss Rosier" at their summer wedding - yes, the "Black Rose of France" never married and was a "Miss", not a "Mrs." - but at that time the newlyweds were busy greeting their old friends and paying attention to each other, so they did not have much direct contact.

Dumbledore smiled gently: "No, I just asked politely to confirm the itinerary..."

As he spoke, he revealed a sunny, warm, and childish smile with a hint of mischief.

"Do you need me to step aside? If you want to talk about something that cannot be known to outsiders, then perhaps it would be inconvenient for me to listen in..."

What he said had a bit of British humor and a slightly sarcastic tone.

After all, if the old devil really wanted to start a war like he did half a century ago, he, who was able to perceive it with keen sensitivity, would be the first to stop it, and spells such as Legilimency that could detect thoughts would definitely be indispensable.

Now that the two are working together, the old headmaster is willing to give the "blind trust" that he finds difficult to give to others - although this is not uncommon for Grindelwald, he is just picking up the treasures he abandoned when he was young and frivolous.

only……

cough.

Grindelwald curled his lips playfully and looked at Dumbledore: "I thought my lover would care more about me, not a group of outsiders."

Dumbledore blinked, his tone innocent.

"I certainly care more about you, dear Gail."

After a pause, he added: "After all, you belong to me alone."

These words were rather ambiguous and possessive, but Dumbledore's expression remained calm, and his tone and eyes revealed a sense of matter-of-factness.

Grindelwald was pleased.

The old devil chuckled softly, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a lazy big cat.

He raised his hand, gently ruffled the few strands of Dumbledore's conspicuous silver hair that fell on his shoulders with his fingertips, and the voice came to his lips.

"...Then don't leave, stay with me forever."

The slender fingers, old and with fine lines, slowly moved down along the hair and landed on the side of Dumbledore's neck, caressing it in an ambiguous and tender manner.

Dumbledore lowered his eyes and let Grindelwald do what he wanted, with a gentle and tolerant smile on his face and soft and affectionate eyes.

He placed his hand over Grindelwald's and in a gentle voice he reiterated the promise they made in their youth that had been broken because of the changes in the world.

"it is good."