94 Diagon Alley

Sorcerer, those eyes that were tortured by pain and bloodshot behind the lenses burst out with youthful brilliance in the dim attic.

"No difference." Grindelwald snorted, then looked at Dumbledore's dazzlingly charred fingers on the snow-white quilt. "Old? Is it?"

"Ah," said Dumbledore, looking down at his index finger, half-jokingly, half-seriously, "a big temptation, this time I did lose my head - but even if I still do it when I was young, I have to try."

Grindelwald leaned back and said coldly, "What does he want from me?"

"I think you and I are well aware of his goals."

The old man opposite looked even more unhappy, with a frightening, arrogant look on his face that could be called dissatisfaction: "You think I will betray you? Albus· Dumbledore, do you think I'll tell him?"

"On the contrary." Dumbledore shook his head happily, "We do have a lot of huge disagreements—many of which can never be agreed upon, but I don't think you would. I'm just fed up with unnecessary sacrifices."

Grindelwald acted like Dumbledore had just told a big joke, but he also seemed genuinely pleased, "I wasn't going to leave Nurmengard, maybe death was a Nice ending."

"What changed your decision?" Dumbledore asked cooperatively.

Grindelwald suddenly stood up, stood beside Dumbledore's hospital bed, and looked down from above the "greatest white wizard" who defeated him: "Because I used my brain to think Got an old guy's trick—he thinks he's fooling everyone, but he can't fool me."

"Well," Dumbledore didn't feel uncomfortable at all, "so you found out that I was not dead, so you decided to see my miserable appearance."

Grindelwald suddenly sat back in his seat again, "Yes, but now I feel so bored. Seeing the mighty Albus Dumbledore, he looks like an old trash. Lying on a hospital bed in the attic."

"It's a bit reluctant." Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "But I'm running out of time, and I have too much to do."

Grindelwald's attacks on his old nemesis seemed to hit cotton, and he seemed to really think it was too boring, or could not stand Dumbledore's great dream of saving the world with love , he turned his head and was about to go downstairs.

"Kreacher - that elf will take you to your room." Dumbledore said leisurely behind him.

"Give me the biggest room with windows. I hate the weather in London, where did you hide the sun?" the old man cursed on the stairs.

"He wants the biggest room? It's Kreacher's mistress..."

"Shut up, you nasty little elf."

"Dirty tramps, criminals, soiled my master's rug..." Kreacher responded in a weak tone.

On the night Harry got the Gryffindor sword, in the dungeon of Malfoy Manor, an unexpected visitor was welcomed.

Narcissa Malfoy walked silently to the basement of her house, bypassed the other imprisoned guys, and patted the huddled old Ollivander awake in the corner.

"He's very angry, he's coming back soon." Narcissa said in a whisper, "It's time to tell him where the thing is."

Garrick Ollivander's silver-white eyes slowly opened, stunned for a while, and nodded solemnly.

Friends of Potter

March.

"Thank you Merlin." There was a crackling sound on the first floor of the dim Pig's Head Bar. Gwen clutched his chest and took George and Fred's cloaks. Jordan nodded. "You guys are five minutes late and my heart skips a beat - there can't be more bad news."

Several people walked up to Gwen's room on the second floor, George stroked her hair, "We took a detour and left some 'gifts' for the Death Eaters..."

"...to save them from looking for our stronghold every day." Fred pretended to be relaxed, but their dusty appearance showed that confronting the Death Eaters (or the Ministry of Magic) was not so easy.

"What's the bad news?" George asked.

"The Death Eaters took Luna," said Gwen sadly, "because her father was openly supporting Harry. Just now, Aberforth said that Xenophilius Lowe Fgood was also arrested."

"Hope they're all right." The exploding Lee Jordan looked worried, "Otherwise we'll be the only ones telling the truth in the entire wizarding world."

There was another crackling sound from downstairs, Gwen probed down and was relieved to see that it was Lupin.

"I told them you shouldn't be called, Professor." Gwen invited him upstairs, and the three big boys in the room were poking at some radio props, "You I should be with Tonks now, is she okay?"

"She's fine, I just need to make sure she doesn't trip over herself—maybe for a few days." Lupin looked more excited than he was. "Kingsley will be here later."

As he said, ten seconds later, Kingsley appeared on the stairs and said in his low and slow voice: "It seems that they have no other choice, and they ran to Come at the Pig's Head Bar—"

"Actually, we still have three options." Fred leaned out halfway to greet them, "But why would the Death Eaters think that we would show up in Hogsmeade? "

"What's the code for today?" Kingsley asked.

"Albus," George said, winking at Gwen again.

"Shhh, it's on—" Lee Jordan picked up the microphone, as he used to stand in the Hogwarts Quidditch stands explaining the game, "...for our brief hiatus Sorry, it's all because of those charming Death Eaters who have done many searches in our area. . Contributors are with me tonight. Good evening, lads!"

"Good evening, Lao/Jiang."

Lao/Jiang is Li, and these boys (and older boys) have a bunch of weird code names for themselves.

“But before listening to the coaches and the veterans,” Lee continued, “let’s take a moment to report that the Witcher Radio News Network and the Daily Prophet don’t think it’s worth it It is with great sadness that we inform our listeners that Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell were murdered."

George pursed his lips and patted Lupin's back lightly, the almost white-haired wizard gave a wry smile. Gwen didn't dare to think about Tonks' current situation, but she was a brave witch. From the moment she joined the Order of the Phoenix and fell in love with a gentle werewolf—and now that their baby was about to be born—Gwen knew she was going to make it through.

"A goblin named Gonuk was also killed. It is believed that Muggle-born Dean Thomas and another A goblin may have escaped. If Dean is listening, or anyone knows his whereabouts, please be aware that his parents and sisters are desperate to hear from him," Lee announced in a heavy voice, "while , in Gadley, a Muggle family of five died in their home. Muggle officials attribute the death to a gas leak, while members of the Order of the Phoenix tell us it was due to the Killing Curse—another piece of evidence, as if it wasn't enough! These events are proof that under the new regime, Muggle slaughter is becoming a form of entertainment."

"Finally, we regret to inform our listeners that the body of Bathilda Bagshot, who appears to have died a few months ago, was found in Godric's Hollow. The Order of the Phoenix informed us that she There are unmistakable wounds from being hit by black magic."

"Which Bagshot?" Gwen mouthed to George, "The author of "History of Magic"?" After seeing George nod to confirm, Gwen opened his mouth for a while. superior.

"Listen, please join us now in a minute's silence for the dead: Ted Tonks, Claysway, Bathilda Bagshot, Gonook, and All the nameless Muggles assassinated by the Death Eaters."

The silence began, and everyone in the room on the second floor was solemn. Even Aberforth, who was next door, was silent. Gwen knew he would be watching the radio every day guessing the code and listening to the latest news from Potter's Lookout.

"Thank you, everyone," Li said. "Now, we'll ask our regular contributor, Mr. Marshal, to tell you about the latest impact of the new order in the wizarding world on the Muggle world."

"Thank you, Lao/Jiang." Kingsley picked up another microphone, his voice deep and reassuring. "Muggles continue to suffer heavy casualties without knowing the cause of their suffering. However, we also continue to hear truly inspiring stories of wizards and wizards taking risks to protect Muggle friends and neighbours, often in Muggle Without our knowledge. I would like to appeal to all listeners to do the same and put a protective spell on the Muggle dwellings on your streets. These simple measures could save many lives."

"Sir, what would you say to the audience who answered that 'Wizards First' in these dangerous times?" Li asked.

"I would say 'Wizard First' is a small step away from 'Pureblood First', and one step further is 'Death Eaters'," Kingsley replied. " We're all human, aren't we? Everyone's life is just as precious and worth protecting."

"That's great, boss, once we get out of this mess, I'll choose you to be Minister of Magic." Lee said, "Now listen to the veteran lead.