Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 339

Ministry of Magic, London, UK.

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Dumbledore looked at the "Daily Prophet" in his hand, frowning.

After contemplating for a while, he relaxed again and picked up the honey tea in his hand.

No matter how powerful it is, there is always something beyond its reach.

Let the American Aurors resolve matters in the American wizarding world.

At this moment, Lupine's low voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Minister Dumbledore, someone is looking for you, and he said he has an appointment with you."

"Oh?"

Dumbledore was taken aback, and put down his teacup.

No one has an appointment with him
"Please come in."

In the end, the old man suppressed the doubts in his heart and planned to meet the mysterious man.

"Yes."

Lupine, who had been promoted to secretary to the Minister of Magic, answered softly, and opened the door of Dumbledore's office for the visitors.

"Old sir, please come in."

The one who opened the door was an old man who was about the same age as Dumbledore: bald, without a hat, wearing a black coat and a red scarf, one eye was dull and the other was bright and clear.

"Sigh~"

Seeing someone coming, Dumbledore gasped.

This guy is so brave!
"Why, not welcome?"

Gellert glanced at the decoration in Dumbledore's office, and smiled, revealing a mouthful of clean but lost teeth.

"Lupine, go get busy, I'll talk to this gentleman."

Dumbledore suppressed the emotions in his heart, turned his head and said to the werewolf secretary.

"Yes, Mr. Dumbledore."

One of the conditions for Lupine to be the Secretary of the Minister of Magic is that his mouth is strict enough.

If you should ask, if you shouldn't ask, don't ask.

Closing the door obediently, he left the office without even looking back.

"Okay, tell me why you're here, old man."

With fingers crossed on the table, Dumbledore's eyes flashed brightly under his half-moon glasses.

Dangerous people must be taken seriously.

Getler smiled, not taking Dumbledore's attitude seriously.

"How old are you, do you think I'll make a big fuss about the Ministry of Magic? I'm not "Devil Lord Sauron"."

Deliberately emphasizing the word "Monarch", he stared at Dumbledore with a half-smile.

"You say yes, Mr. Minister."

Hearing this, Dumbledore's heart trembled suddenly.

Did Gellert know the true identity of "Sauron"?
"Ha ha."

Keenly aware of Dumbledore's reaction, Gellert smiled even brighter.

The relationship between Sauron and Dumbledore (adoptive father and son) was guessed by him,

However, it should be close to ten.

"Say something."

Dumbledore still had that serious expression, refusing to show any flaws.

Gellert shrugged and took a few steps forward.

He was about to speak, but was interrupted by the other party's cold voice.

"I warn you, don't sit on my desk!"

There were three black lines above his head, and Dumbledore's eyelids were twitching.

Is sitting at a desk a common problem of the "Grindelwald" family?

"If you don't sit, don't sit. Why are you so excited?"

Gellert's tone was embarrassing, and he sat down on the sofa waiting for the guests, and raised his legs in a very shapeless manner.

"I just want to come to you to ask about Klein, otherwise, do you think I would be interested in you, a bad old man?"

Hearing this, Dumbledore sneered.

"To tell you the truth, the situation is not optimistic."

not optimistic?
Getler groaned in his heart, but managed to maintain his composure.

"How do you say that?"

"You may not understand Klein's temperament. Although he looks easy to talk, he has his own ideas, and he can't rub the sand in his eyes."

Dumbledore pointed to Gellert.

"He won't accept you."

"impossible!"

Getler stood up suddenly, glaring at Dumbledore.

"I am his relative, how could he be possible"

His voice became smaller and smaller, and he became less and less confident. Obviously, he also investigated Klein's experience on the streets of Berlin.

"That's how it is."

Dumbledore spread his hands, with an expression of "I've already helped you, don't blame me".

"Is there no remedy?"

When he was young, he didn't realize that his family was of any use, that kind of thing was just a stumbling block on Tyranny's road.But at the age when his body was half buried in the loess, Gellert's desire for family affection surpassed everything else.

No need, even family members in name
"Ah~"

Dumbledore also felt a lot of emotion in his heart when Gellert became like this back then.Blinking his eyes, he had an idea.

"Otherwise, give you more opportunities to get along with Klein?"

"Okay, this is a good way!"

His eyes lit up, and Gellert nodded repeatedly.

"Aren't you the headmaster of Hogwarts, you put me in the school directly."

"no!"

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore decisively rejected Gellert the moment he opened his mouth.

Where is Hogwarts?
School!

Inside is a group of students who are not yet able to protect themselves.

Good guy, isn't putting the original "Dark Lord" in there the same as putting a wolf into a flock of sheep?
"you do not believe me!"

Getler panicked, staring into Dumbledore's eyes.

"It's not a question of believe it or not, all the teaching positions in the school are full now."

Dumbledore had good reason.

Things like location are one carrot and one pit.

They have a small Hogwarts family and don't have the extra wages to hire an ex-terrorist who is proficient in the dark arts.

"I can be a handyman or a cleaner, I don't teach, I just need to find a position in the school, any position."

Teaching?

Don't be funny, Getler is not interested in other brats.

"Cleaner?"

Dumbledore looked at Gellert in surprise.

"Are you sure you can be a cleaner?"

In his mind, Gellert had never had anything to do with labor.

"Why, don't you believe it? I have to show you today if I can be a cleaner."

Gellert grinned, did not sit down, and took out his wand directly, aiming at the hanging picture in Dumbledore's office.

"I've been researching home magic spells recently, and I've seen the first results. Look, it's like new!"

With a "bang", the precious hanging painting became torn apart.

The atmosphere became quiet, and the scene became a little weird
"Cough cough, mistake, old age, air leakage from the mouth, "as good as ever"."

Coughing twice, Gellert used a "recovery spell", and touched his bald head in embarrassment.

"It was an accident just now, I will do it again."

"Wait a moment!"

Seeing that the other party didn't intend to stop, Dumbledore hurriedly spoke out to persuade him.

"Your magic is very good, you don't need to demonstrate it anymore, please be sure to take back your wand!"

After pondering for a few seconds, he sighed.

"Well, Mr. Grindelwald, congratulations, you have been admitted."

(End of this chapter)