Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 188 Meeting
The days of Voldemort and Peter are over.

The two began to live without food and clothing.

The man with the beard and the long face was not weak. They had gone through all kinds of hardships, even destroying half of the hotel, before they managed to escape from the opponent.

Moldova definitely couldn't stay any longer, and Voldemort began to look for a new hiding place again.

But before that, he has a big problem to solve
His body—that is, the body of the wild dog—was reaching its limit.

"Master, do you really want to do this? I think there should be better choices."

Peter, in tattered clothes, blinked his small eyes, and lay pitifully beside the dying wild dog.

He had bruises on his face, and the corners of his mouth were twitching, looking extremely embarrassed.

"roll."

Killing every minute now, Voldemort didn't want to talk nonsense with this useless servant.

If there were other options, he would definitely not bring Peter with him who failed to accomplish anything but failed.

Panting heavily, Voldemort's soul voluntarily left the broken body, and was exposed in the air again in the form of a ghost.

At that moment, all kinds of senses seemed to expand hundreds of times, and he was almost tortured crazy!
Voldemort didn't hesitate, let out a silent howl, and got into Peter's forehead directly.

Symbiosis.

The new "1.4m man" was born!
Klein rubbed his temple helplessly.

Is there really such a coincidence in this world?

How can I not die, I met a member of "Death Bloom"!
Having said that, has the power of the organization he stocked has expanded to this extent?
Even a small place like Moldova is not spared.

"Forget it, it's all Sauron's fault, and it has nothing to do with me."

Holding the slightly irresponsible idea that "trumpet" is "trumpet" and "principal" is "principal", Klein decided to put Voldemort's matter behind him for the time being—he didn't care about what happened to the old snake. There will be a little sympathy, and it will be a symbiosis with Peter, that fat mouse. Anyway, it's not the first time.

It was another thing that gave him a headache.

Gellert Grindelwald wants to see him.

To be exact, Gellert Grindelwald wants to meet the Demon Lord Sauron!

"That's right, after hearing about the "Deathly Hallows", Gellert can't sit still."

The Deathly Hallows was something Getler Grindelwald was obsessed with when he was young. He even used to be the master of the Elderbone Wand.

Tom's words were so full that he couldn't go back.

It's also Klein's own fault. In order to calm down those people in "Knockturn Alley", he had to create a mysterious and powerful character. Now it's good, and the fake has become real.

He does have the Deathly Hallows, but there is only one, and he doesn't have it yet.

"Well, we have to figure out a way."

Klein rubbed his temples and decided to make some preparations.

It is temporarily impossible to get the elder wand back from Dumbledore's hand, and the "invisibility cloak" is in the hands of that young man Harry, and he doesn't want to move it.

Then, there is only one choice.

resurrection stone.

Or, "Marvolo Gaunt's Ring".

"I'm going to rummage through someone else's house again."

Having made up his mind, Klein smiled self-deprecatingly.

It was only two days ago that I got someone else's pendant box out of Blake's old house, and now I'm going to Gaunt's old house to find the resurrection stone.

Um.
After all, they are from the lineage of Salazar Slytherin. What's yours is mine. It shouldn't matter if you use it, right?
Salazar contributed all the small single room used by the old man to keep pets, and a ring was nothing.

After successfully persuading himself, Klein nodded, and disappeared without a trace of embarrassment in his heart.

Austria, a small town, a cafe.

Gellert was extremely curious about Sauron.

It is really puzzling that such a powerful person can bear his temper and not raise the flag.

If it was him, he would have made it clear that the world of horses and horses would change as early as after setting fire to the British Ministry of Magic.

Let the wizard no longer have to hide, what a wonderful dream~
"Mr. Grindelwald, I need to remind you that your lord has a bad temper. You'd better not say something that makes him angry."

After a few days of getting along, Tom is now completely overwhelmed by Gellert Grindelwald's bearing.

Seeing that the appointed time was approaching, he couldn't help but remind the old gentleman.

"Oh, I know."

Talented people come out from generation to generation, and now is no longer the era for him to fiddle with the trend.

Gellert smiled, narrowing his eyes like an ordinary old man.

"I'm just curious, pure curiosity."

He is curious about many things.

Why would Sauron know that he left Nurmengard?
Why does Sauron have all the Deathly Hallows?
Why did Sauron fail to do anything, even though he could re-establish order?

He was so curious.

He was so curious that he knew that meeting Sauron would be dangerous, but he still wanted to see what the most dangerous person recognized by the European Ministry of Magic was like.

Magic had been set up around the cafe long ago, and the boss and clerk inside were all in a daze. Suddenly, a group of faint blue flames burned without warning, which startled the secretly guarded old Zod.

But Tom was not surprised.

Lord Sauron seems to like this way of appearance. When he was in the underground palace, he always appeared in flames.

"Hehe, meeting for the first time, Mr. Grindelwald."

Before the person arrives, the language is heard first.

A young man stepped out of the flames and greeted the old man sitting in the booth with a smile.

"Hello."

Gellert chuckled and looked at him secretly.

Black hair and black eyes, tall and slender.

He was wearing a neat black suit, a dark red shirt, a rose on his chest that looked like he had just picked it with morning dew, and special gold cufflinks on the cuffs.

Really young and enviable.

The old man sighed inwardly.

Gellert was looking at himself, and Klein was also looking at each other.

Um.
Not as expected.

A thin old man who was blind in one eye.

From the other party, he couldn't see any trace of the unruly and arrogance of the "Dark Lord".

A lake of stagnant water?
No, that might not be the right description.

Now Gellert Grindelwald is more like a small river that is about to dry up. Only the traces left on the river bed can tell how unfathomable he was once.

"This is my great-uncle?"

Klein blinked, and there was a rare fluctuation in his heart.

If it wasn't for the person in front of him, he wouldn't have to suffer so much.

If the Grindelwald family hadn't collapsed, he would have lived a simpler life.

To put it bluntly, the old man sitting in front of him is "the root of all evil".
The corners of Klein's mouth raised slightly, and his smile was playful.

(End of this chapter)