Hogwarts Everything is Three

The furniture in the house looks very old, but they are all cleaned up by the owner with a spell. The most attractive thing is a bow-shaped chest of drawers with a lot of silver-framed photos that have been wiped spotlessly.

"Alan? Come upstairs, please, we are in the upstairs room..."

Grindelwald's voice came from the upper floor, and his tone sounded very relaxed.

Under Bathilda’s leadership, Balen and Penello went up the stairs. Dumbledore and Grindelwald sat side by side on an old green plaid sofa, looking worse than their voices. less.

Although the two men seemed to be very clean under the care of their aunt, the scars caused by the opponent's dark magic in the previous battle with Voldemort could not be covered and it took time to recover.

Grindelwald, whose hair was still neatly combed, was bandaged on his shoulders, and exuded the smell of a potion for treating burns. His arms, including his face, were smeared with blue translucent plaster on his bare skin. Once you have voted, you can see the depressions and pits formed on the shriveled and shriveled skin below, which will make people with intensive phobias more emotional.

Dumbledore looked even worse. The position of his right small arm near his elbow was gone. The broken arm was wrapped in white gauze. Fox stood on his shoulder and looked worriedly. Looking at the wounds of its old friend, it didn't understand why Dumbledore and the others didn't use its tears to take the broken arm back.

"Alan... Destiny is really mysterious... My arm was cured by Ms. Ravenclaw..." Dumbledore noticed Allen's gaze, and their beards swayed before Yuexue. "It seems that it is destined to be It's in Tom's hands... Ah, Ellen, you also brought Miss Crevat over here, she is so energetic..."

With that said, Dumbledore looked at his companions beside him worriedly. Ever since he escaped from Newmontgard, he has been worried about Grindelwald’s identity, and news from the outside has also proved this, the International Wizard The Union has notified all member states of this news and hopes that all Ministry of Magic will pay attention to this.

"Albus, you little boy who didn't take a fortune telling lesson by himself is still obsessed with fate..." Bathilda Bagshot said to Dumbledore a little bit fiercely, "Candela taught you and Aberforth. If you suffer, you have to take responsibility..."

Dumbledore's nose was crooked with fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and his face was a little uncontrollable.

Penello looked at the two headmasters who were in trouble, licked his tongue over his upper teeth, and the shape of his lips was slightly distorted. Allen hurriedly pulled her to let her control herself to avoid confronting the old and Ellen Deng. Blido made a contemptuous mockery.

"Aunt Bathilda, the cauldron cake you made for us is about to batter..." Grindelwald's words caused the elderly witch to pat her wrinkled forehead, and then hurriedly moved to the kitchen downstairs.

"Bahida is going to make some crucible cakes that she is good at to welcome you." Dumbledore's crescent glasses on the bridge of his nose slid down, and he raised his intact hand and pushed it up. "Yesterday In the evening, she picked the flower of sorrowful fruit in the moonlight for a long time. The flower made from it as a spice has a special fragrance. Of course, it is said that the fruit is better, but it is not winter now..."

"Penello, go to the kitchen and help a bunch of Bagshot? Maybe you can learn some skills..." Allen pointed to the kitchen.

Hearing that, Penello narrowed her mouth, her eyes swept across Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and she decided that the two men's current state would not cause any danger to Allen before she followed and did not speak. Backed up the stairs.

Then the room fell silent after Grindelwald offered Alan his favorite drink.

"Tom has become more dangerous..." In the end Dumbledore spoke first, "I don't seem to be able to command the Order of the Phoenix for the time being... Allen, do you have any plans for the time to completely eradicate him?"

"Albus... I can't command the Order of the Phoenix, right... You'd better recover yourself as soon as possible." Allen stepped forward and observed Dumbledore's severed hand. "Is the severed arm still there? If it is convenient. ?"

"Of course, this troubles you." Dumbledore waved to a cabinet, a long object floated over, and Allen opened the package briskly.

"There is a curse in the curse used by the mixed race... I can't do anything about it." Grindelwald leaned on the sofa in an indifferent tone, his silver-gray hair swaying, and he turned his face away from Dumbledore's expectant blue eyes. , "Maybe your lover...If Eros was present at the time, there might be a way..."

Hearing that Alan was not experienced, he opened the magic spell and cleaned the completely black mummy arm that looked completely waterless and knew the result. "Gettler's judgment is good, I might have a way to do it while you are still on your hands..."

With that said, looking at this broken arm, Alan felt a little guilty in his heart, a little annoyed that he should watch more for a while before doing the little things like cooking.

"Don't let it's not your responsibility affect you..." Dumbledore looked a little sad, and Grindelwald commanded a magical teapot to hang in the air, filling the teacups in front of him and Alan.

"You know, the umbrella is restarting the Golem project recently..." Allen's eyes were still looking at Dumbledore's broken arm. "And before my house elf lost a hand in an accident, I happened to dabble in magic prostheses... Your position is a bit high, I need to measure..."

As he said, Alan took out from his pocket, the magic tape with silver scales that he would use when making magic wands. The magic tape was stretched and contracted on his shoulders, arms, and fingertips, in the air. Constantly rotating. It first measured Dumbledore's left arm and left hand intact, and then measured the size of the residual position of the right arm-from shoulder to fingertip, from wrist to elbow, including determining the length of the prosthesis, joint height and other data.

"Speaking of prostheses, Tom's body is also...well..." The silver magic tape measure automatically tapped Dumbledore's shoulder, and the shaking caused by his words would affect the accuracy of the data.

"Speaking of which, the half-blood whose hand was cut off by you also got himself a prosthetic leg and an artificial eye... It seems that the Monte family harmed the Vecna ​​eye of the founder of my alma mater Nerida Vocanova. "Grindelwald noticed that the tape measure slapped Dumbledore and the result was a conversation. "It's a very powerful strange thing, but if you don't care about maintaining human existence and don't care about your personality being affected, I have many ways to use this method to improve my strength. …"

"Gellert!" Dumbledore didn't move ~www.NovelMTL.com~ but his voice increased a bit.

Grindelwald waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, Albus, I mean I have it and I didn't say I can use it."

"Actually, Albus, if you get a little more cut off this time, I plan to use the golem to connect a little bit, I can install it for you now...Speaking of which, all you lost are your right hands..." Allen He took out an exquisite mithril prosthesis from his pocket. "I made it based on Tom’s current arm. He also made two for his men. By the way, he was able to pass only a few words before he got the authentic. To imitate one... the talent in this area is indeed amazing..."

Dumbledore’s inhalation sounded in the room, and he looked at the prosthetic limb in his heart after being surprised—since Allen was just referring to Voldemort’s hand, and Tom’s hand was Alan slashing again. Broken-Dumbledore raised his head and glanced at Grindelwald, he even saw a trace of pity in the eyes of his always ruthless companion.

Noting their mutual eyesight, Allen didn’t want Dumbledore to start talking about the idea of ​​reducing harm again. He directly took the lead: “Then next, let’s talk about today’s topic? Before you leave Newmontgard After that, the reactions of other magic circles must have been seen on TV..."