Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 318 The Targeted Mr. G
It was only the next day that Dumbledore learned that Voldemort had been sieged and had to abandon his body to flee.

The old man was shocked, but he had to put on a look of "everything is under control" and was very happy.

Of course, private conversations are unavoidable.

Klein repeatedly assured that this "small episode" would not affect the overall plan, and Mr. Principal gave up.

Christmas is getting closer, and the senior little wizards are choosing their dancing partners.

Klein also received many invitations.

Um.
To be exact, not many, but very, very many.

"It's nice to be welcomed."

Draco did not know how many times he had discussed this topic with Klein.

It would be a lie to say it's not sour.

But after so many years, it's normal to be sour and sour.

"Well, it's alright."

Klein smiled, not taking the young master's ridicule seriously.

For things like a dance partner, just find someone casually~
"Why are you so indifferent? Your fans wrote to you again?"

Draco leaned over curiously, and sure enough, he saw Klein holding a letter in his hand.

"This is written by that Mr. G, tsk tsk, I didn't expect that older people are so fanatical about star chasing."

Mr. G is a very special existence in Klein's fan group.

The first point is age, very few people of that age would be so fanatical about star chasing.

The second point is that fans are very sticky.

It's really strong.

Not only the Quidditch World Cup a few months ago, but even the "Triwizard Tournament" this time, you can see this old gentleman.

"Yes."

Klein didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

Gellert had been writing to him since the exchange of addresses, maybe once or twice a week.

It was well known among young wizards.

I don't know how many people have said that Klein's charm not only kills men and women, but also kills even young and old.
"Mr. G is really mysterious, he doesn't even have a name. But I think he looks so kind, he must be an old gentleman who works as a gardener or carpenter."

The young master, who was bored by Klein's side, couldn't help guessing.

gardener?

carpenter?

Klein thought about the inherent impressions of these two professions, and then thought about the external evaluation of the unlucky uncle.

This has nothing to do with it!

"Well, who knows."

Responding vaguely, Klein took up a pen and wrote on the reply letter: "Dear Mr. G, thank you for your greetings. I am fine recently."

An empty cafe in England.

".Recently I'm fine.

Christmas is coming, I wish you a Merry Christmas, a small gift, I hope you like it.

KVG. "

Joyfully putting down the reply letter, Gellert's single eye flashed with joy.

"That's great, sir."

Old Zod saw him and congratulated him with a smile.

From this point of view, the relationship between Klein and the leader is already quite close.

"Ha ha."

Getler just laughed and didn't speak.

Stretching out his hand to summon the crow, he couldn't wait to open the small package on the crow's leg.

Unexpectedly, there was a "prosthetic eye" in the package.

"This is... a magic item."

Old Zod was a little worried, and got the prosthetic eye before Gellert.

"Here's a note."

Although Gellert was a little unhappy, he still didn't say much, relying on decades of friendship.

He reached for the note that came with the prosthetic eye in the package.

"This magic eye can not only restore vision, but also see through magic traps and spirits - this is a prop I made by myself, I hope you like it."

After reading the contents of the note, Gellert pondered for a few seconds, and suddenly said to the old Zod who was studying with a prosthetic eye.

"Zod."

"leader?"

Old Zod was taken aback.

The big leader rarely calls him by his name formally.

"Dug out this eye, quickly, replace it for me!"

Gellert looks very willful now, unprecedentedly willful.

Old Zod was taken aback when he heard the words, and couldn't help but smiled wryly.

"Boss, this is not a joke."

Gellert's right eye was sealed with a very powerful magic when he was young, but then the magic failed, and that eye became a useless decoration.

Even so, you can't take this kind of "magic eye" with unknown functions and put it on yourself casually!

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Gellert might have been daring, but age had smoothed things out now.

He never believed that Klein would harm him!
"leader."

Old Zod was also in the same place, his old face was flushed red.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Emphasizing it again, Gellert cast a spell on himself, and took off his crippled right eye painlessly, without even shedding a drop of blood.

The old Zod had no choice but to put the prosthetic eye into the empty eye socket of the big leader with his own hands.

Fortunately, the magic item has the function of automatic cleaning, otherwise things like bacteria are not a joke.

"Well, it really works."

After all, Klein's alchemy level is there, and the artificial eye made by refining is very easy to use.

After the installation was complete, Gellert finally regained his vision in his right eye.

Not only that, even the apparently obvious prosthetic eye, under the influence of magic, turned into the same appearance as a normal eye - a blue pupil.

"Chief, do you have any special feelings? It's not that I don't believe that child Klein, but it's just after all"

Old Zod looked a little worried.

Meanwhile, outside the cafe.

"is it here?"

The voice in his head was inquiring, Little Barty bowed his head respectfully, and silently responded in his heart.

"Yes, master. According to the investigation, this is the shop run by Mr. G, an avid fan of Klein Grindelwald."

Because he has a senior official position, Barty Jr. can use the power of the Ministry of Magic to investigate many things.

Mr. G is not famous, but he is not a transparent person. The investigation is really quite simple at this stage.

"Well, that's easy to handle"

Voldemort was relieved.

If there hadn't been such a thing as the Ministry of Magic's siege, he would have many options to get closer to Klein Grindelwald, but judging from the current situation, Mr. G, who seems mysterious but is actually just a bad old man, is optimal option.

As long as he takes the opportunity to seize Mr. G, and rely on this relationship to get close to Klein Grindelwald, the difficulty of the plan will be much lower.

Simply perfect!
"Then master, let's go in."

Little Barty, who lowered his hood, took out his wand, and calmly pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of the coffee shop.

After entering the door, he first looked around, as if he wanted to observe the number of people, but he didn't expect that there were only two old men who couldn't grow old in Nuo Da's coffee shop.

One of them was exactly the goal of his trip.

Mr. G!

(End of this chapter)