Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 138 The Old Man
The Dumbledore family and the Phoenix are almost inseparable.

Albus Dumbledore, the current headmaster of Hogwarts School of Magic and "the greatest white wizard in the world", looked at the little guy crawling out of the ashes lovingly, showing an incomparably bright and sincere smile.

"See you again, old friend."

Phoenix Nirvana, Phoenix immortal.

Every death is a new birth.

Dumbledore stretched out his finger and teased Fawkes (Phoenix's name) who looked like a little chicken, which caused the little Phoenix to stare blankly for a while.

"Okay, you'd better have a good rest."

With a dry laugh, the old man also knew that he was disgusted, so he stopped decisively, and lifted Little Phoenix to the original pole - Fox still had the strength to stay on the pole safely.

"Chirp."

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

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

He is old.

People who are more than 100 years old, how many days do they have to live?

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

Phoenix has the day of nirvana and rebirth, but his old man does not.

When people get old, they like to mourn the spring and autumn, and they like to recall the past.Assuming it was a vacation, Dumbledore simply forgot about his work and thought about something.

Now he had little to worry about other than Voldemort.
What, Klein?
That kid was no longer his concern.

Because it's no use worrying.

"Well."

The more he thought about it, the more engrossed he became. After an unknown amount of time, Dumbledore stroked 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."

Right above the entrance of the fortress, there is a line of beautiful German engraved.

Nurmengard, once the stronghold of Gellert Grindelwald, has now become the place where he is imprisoned, which has to be said to be a great irony.

Gellert is very old.

Years of prison life abruptly turned the all-powerful Dark Lord into a dying old man.

He has no beautiful blond hair, no tall and straight figure, and even one of his eyes is blind-if this image is placed on the streets of Berlin, it will be a real beggar.

Silence is the norm in Nurmengard.

The jailer said nothing, and neither did Gellert.

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

Many new guards who came here were worried at first, but later on, they gradually didn't care - Gellert Grindelwald was the most honest prisoner.

Eat when it's time to eat, and sleep when it's time to sleep.

It's not noisy, it's like suffering from Alzheimer's.

Anyway, the work here is really easy.

"Hey, it's time to eat."

It was time for dinner again, and the new guard brought the humble dinner tray to Gellert's cell.Look at the silent old man inside, he threw down the plate roughly, gave Gellert a deep look, turned and left.

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

One, two, three.
He ate slowly, as if savoring something delicious.

The food in the prison can't be any delicacy, but his tongue is numb, so he can't taste good or bad food.

For him, staying alive is the most important thing.

He ate in silence, without saying a word.

Suddenly, the wooden spoon in his hand touched something hard.

Gellert's expression remained unchanged.

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

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

Gellert blinked, remembering the scene when he was just imprisoned.

At that time, almost every day someone tried to rescue him, but none of them succeeded.Of course, this has a lot to do with Gellert himself being disheartened and unwilling to cooperate.

Afterwards, the number of people who wanted to rescue him was much smaller.

He thought, those old fellows outside were either completely desperate or dead.

I didn't expect today
Shaking his head, Gellert finished his meal, which was worse than pig food, and revealed what was hidden under the plate.But to his surprise, it was not a short wand or an alchemy prop, but a newspaper wrapped in magic tape.

"Ok?"

No one had ever delivered a newspaper to him before, and there was a rare gleam in Gellert's eyes, but it quickly dimmed.

just forget it.

Things outside have nothing to do with him.

He just wants to live and die.

Making up his mind, Gellert shook his head, but at the moment he was about 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 he stopped abruptly.

Are there still Grindelwalds out there?

Speaking of which, Grindelwald can be regarded as a well-known family of pure-blood wizards in Germany.Although there are not many clan members, the family background is very strong. If Gellert hadn't left the family, he could live a good life.

but.
Since his failure, the Grindelwalds have been implicated, and they should all be imprisoned for questioning.

With complicated emotions, Gellert accidentally tore off the magic tape.

"Klein Grindelwald, salvation from the ashes."

The title in bold and bold came into view, and on the matching photo, an extremely handsome teenager was smiling softly.Gellert's heart moved, and he felt a bit bitter in his mouth. He looked away as if avoiding it, and glanced at the author's name.

Rita Skeeter?
do not know.

Gellert took a deep breath, didn't read the contents of the newspaper, and mustered up the courage to look at the teenager in the photo.

Like.

Really similar.

At that moment, Gellert seemed to have returned to decades ago.

Except for the slight difference, he almost wondered if it was him.

"Klein Grindelwald?"

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

That feeling is hard to describe in words.

It's like. It's like suddenly knowing that I'm not the only one in this world.

fantastic.

"Ok."

Swallowing, Gellert talked to himself and began to read the contents of the newspaper.

"Klein Grindelwald, redemption from the ashes, the youngest recipient of the Order of Merlin in history also demonstrated his incomparable talent at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

According to Alberto Hanke, the director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, Klein completely conquered all the healers in just one day."

It was a month-old newspaper, but Gellert looked at it, and burst into tears and laughter.

Just like a silly old man.

(End of this chapter)