All things are three at Hogwarts

At this time, in front of Grindelwald's house, the sun in the sky was still bright but not as dazzling as it was at noon.

"Delphi, that's such a gifted child. Last time we took a walk, we met Mr. and Mrs. Granger pushing her out. She just waved her hand and snatched the chocolate frog from my hand." Dumbledore pushed away with a smile. The two young wizards were sent out through the courtyard gate. The branches of the mistletoe tree planted at the door swept through his long silver hair. Bones and other wizards who did not live in the floating city had already used the fireplace to leave.

"He's a bit like his father in this respect, isn't he?" Grindelwald raised his arm and picked off the vines from Dumbledore's body, then inserted it into the food box holding the jelly eel, and handed it to Hermione, "But the child is indeed You shouldn't eat chocolate, Hermione, your parents did a good job in disciplining you."

"She developed some bad habits with the mysterious man, but she can definitely correct them at such a young age." Without Scrimgeour and the others present, Hermione just stood quietly behind Alan. At this time, she heard Grinder Waugh quickly expressed his thanks, "Thank you very much for your mediation today, which allowed the matter to be resolved peacefully. Before I came here, I never thought that Scrimgeour would give up his position as director so happily and be willing to stop the strike."

"The most important thing is Rufus himself... Although he treated me like a stubborn donkey when he regarded me as a weak old man, he has always been a decent man." Dumbledore waved his hand and nodded to Allen. "You also gave him enough tolerance. I didn't expect that you were willing to allow him to continue to stay in the Aurors and serve as the deputy director."

"Unlike Bock and others, I have always had a high level of tolerance for such decent people. The deputy director lost the highest jurisdiction, but he was also given the opportunity to lead the Aurors to continue to capture dark wizards." Allen stood straight He stood in front of the door and said frankly, "I think it will be in our mutual interest to let him focus his energy and time on his lifelong professional pursuit instead of his unskilled intrigues."

Saying goodbye to the White Wizard and the former Dark Lord, Alan chewed the sugar-free gum he asked for from Hermione. The two of them strode towards the Granger house not far away, with neatly trimmed tall hair on both sides. Hedges, extending into the distance.

But even when she was about to go home and see her parents, it was hard for Hermione to get excited. Scrimgeour was clearly insulting Penello, but Hermione felt like a hot slap in the face.

Of course, Allen felt Hermione's depressed mood next to him. He was very annoyed before and was racking his brains to think of a way. Finally, he simply hugged Hermione from behind and placed his chin on top of her head. comfort her. Hermione bit her lip with her shrunken front teeth and gradually relaxed under this comfort.

Allen turned Hermione around so that she was facing him: "We can decide the laws of the floating city ourselves. I think wizards should be given some freedom."

"Alan, I'm fine." Hermione sighed and kicked away a stone on the road unhappily, "Let's go, Delphi was indulged in some bad habits at the mysterious man's place, and my parents corrected them several times. It seems that good results have not been achieved yet, so as an adoptive father, you should also think of something."

Allen pulled Hermione directly and didn't let her turn around. His eyes were fixed on the other person. The blue in his eyes seemed to be cut out from the sky: "By the way, Hermione, Christmas is coming soon." , what gift have you prepared for me this year? Can I make a request myself? "

"Ellen, what do you want this year?" Hermione became a little more interested. For them who don't lack anything, giving gifts has become a big problem every time, because there are many people who receive gifts. It was hard for her to think of what she wanted. Thoughts were flowing rapidly in her mind and she said warily, "Three cans is the bottom line. I will not agree to you drinking 2.5 liters a day..."

Allen was stunned for a moment, then deliberately showed an annoyed expression: "Okay, then I can just ask for something else?"

Hermione didn't answer immediately. She carefully organized her words: "As long as it's not related to this."

At this moment, Hermione suddenly felt that Allen's eyes staring at her seemed to be able to make a low voice, but all she heard was her own blood flowing. Hermione looked at Allen in a daze for a moment.

"That's good... I need some of your blood for my Christmas gift..."

Allen put down his hand on Hermione's shoulder, reached for his waist, and neatly pulled out the small dagger used for dissection from his waist. The light reflected by the sun on the blade lost its original warmth. , and there is a bit more sharpness and coldness.

Rufus Scrimgeour, who also felt a little cold from the warm environment, was walking out of the fireplace in his very deserted home. He meticulously patted the ashes on his body with a feather sheet from home, and then lit the fireplace. Let this cold room start to heat up.

Without the cover of his usual long strides, Scrimgeour's lame leg made his flaws more obvious. He hung his coat on the coat rack near the window, looking a little uneasy. Step by step, he walked to the middle of the living room and sat on his chair.

Scrimgeour's head lay on the back of the chair, and he suddenly opened his eyes. He raised his hand and grabbed the Auror badge on his tie, and moved it to his lips, "Sevitch, please inform me that after our break today, , will return to work tomorrow... Yes, the problem has basically been solved, you will not be punished in any way... As for the reason, we will go to the Leaky Cauldron tonight, and I will explain it to everyone in detail."

After the notification was completed, Scrimgeour put down his collar and placed his hands on the armrests of the chair. He leaned on the chair and closed his eyes as he thought about the conversation. He was a little confused as to whether his fornication was correct or not. .

After a long time, he opened his eyes and wanted to get up, but he noticed a spider lying on the ceiling with some black traces left by foxes and spinning a web. This made Scrimgeour sit up straight and scanned deeply. A window to myself - that's where the spider on the ceiling should have been.

Now some spare spider silk is still hanging on this window that has not been opened for a long time, and on the other side of the window is endless desolate white snow - unlike the floating cities that are slowly floating in the sky in southern Europe, the weather in the UK is cold. many.

Realizing that the window had been opened, Scrimgeour, the excellent Auror, immediately slowly drew out his wand as much as possible without causing any friction. He slowly took off his shoes, and then carefully walked to the middle of the room.

Scrimgeour held a wand in one hand and aimed it at his brother's corner of the room. His eyes were observing carefully, as if he could see something terrible hiding behind the smooth piano or the tall sofa.