Civilization and Harmony Hogwarts

A blond youth of fifteen or sixteen was leaning slightly sideways on the wooden handrail.

The young man was wearing a black silk shirt, the neckline embroidered with golden silk thread was slightly open, revealing the young man's slender neck, rolling Adam's apple and... a small piece of sexy collarbone.

A close-fitting black double-breasted vest outside the shirt was supported by the young man's broad chest, and the narrow waistline outlined the young man's thin and powerful waist.

One of his hands rested on the carved pattern of the armrest, and his broad palm grasped the circular carved pattern. The uneven patterns just set off the delicate and smooth skin.

The pants with a wide fabric on the lower body wrapped the young man's slender legs.

The covered door frame cut the falling sunlight, and the young man's face was sunk in the shadows, so that Albus was attracted by the young man's upright figure at a glance.

"Auntie." The young man stepped forward, his handsome face was lit up inch by inch, exposed to the sunlight, and accepted by Albus's eyes - the thin lips were opened, and Albus, who had excellent eyesight, could see The white teeth and soft tongue that the young man showed when he spoke.

Further up is the high nose bridge, deep-set eyes, broad forehead and messy golden hair-glistening in the sun.

"This is Albus, the genius of the 'Dumbledores' you said, right?" The young man focused his eyes on Albus, tracing it bit by bit, inch by inch, but in the seemingly inquiring words It's full of affirmations.

The blatant and candid gaze of the blond young man in front of him was extremely aggressive, which made Albus flustered inexplicably, and inexplicably wanted to turn around to avoid the young man's direct gaze.

"That's right." Bathilda took the roast lamb brought by Albus, put it on the cabinet in the living room, and then took Albus's hand intimately, "Let me introduce you formally, this is Albus Si, Albus Dumbledore, an extremely intelligent child, definitely not weaker than you."

Then he pointed to Grindelwald and introduced to Albus: "This is my distant nephew Gellert Grindelwald, you can just call him Gellert."

"He is a smart but proud child, and his speech may be a little harsh. If you can, please understand the immaturity of this minor."

"Aunt—" Gellert seemed a little dissatisfied with Bathilda revealing his faults in front of others.

"I'll go to the kitchen first, you two are similar in age, maybe there are some young people you can talk about." Saying this, Bathilda let go of Albus, picked up the roast mutton on the cabinet, and used a A vigorous speed that does not match her age entered the kitchen.

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"..."

Bathilda's hasty departure made it a little awkward for the two youths to be strangers to each other.

Albus raised the corners of his mouth, showing a polite smile, and was about to speak to break the silence and bring up the topic, but when he raised his head, he met the deep eyes of the blond young man.

The dark blue eyes seemed calm, but they seemed to be brewing a storm, ready to burst out at any time and destroy everything in front of them.

Just like the ocean, under the seemingly calm surface, there are turbulent ocean currents and countless fights and plunders.

Gellert's unabashedly aggressive gaze caught Albus awake instantly.

very dangerous!

This young man in front of him is very dangerous!

Albus's nerves were touched by madness, and his intuition kept warning of "danger", but the arrogant and confident temperament of this young man named Gellert aroused Albus' hidden victory. negative desires.

"Please sit down." Gellert took a few steps forward, stopped a few steps away from Albus, and stretched out his hand towards the sofa in the living room to signal Albus.

"Okay." Albus met Gellert's probing gaze, returning his gaze politely and gently.

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Gellert leaned back on the single sofa presumptuously, with one foot raised recklessly, his arms spread out, and resting on both sides of the sofa, scanning the young man in front of him with undisguised interest.

This "Albus of Dumbledore", praised by Aunt Bathilda, has an extremely superior appearance - the auburn hair is burning with gentle flames, and the lake blue eyes seem to drown people , especially when he was smiling, his bright eyes sparkled, making people unconsciously want to get close.

The white cotton and linen shirt was meticulously buttoned to the top, revealing a long and slender neck. The cuffs covered his wrists, and the hem was all tucked into his trousers. His slender waist was bound up by a leather belt. Sitting upright on the sofa, the side-by-side legs fit together but not restrained. The trousers showed a small ankle because of the sitting movement, and the bright whiteness between the dark trouser legs and socks was particularly attractive.

Youth is like...the roses picked in the misty early morning, the bright and clear water drops roll on the crimson and bright red petals, a breeze blows by, the roses shake, and the water drops slowly slide down along with the petals. The ground is entwined around the edge, the unbearable petals are slightly opened, and the water drops, which are not willing to part with the rose, bid farewell to the beloved rose, fall vertically, and fall into the heart of the flower viewer.

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"Aunt Bathilda said that you have extraordinary knowledge, so..." Gellert didn't hold back, and went straight to the point, "May I ask how much do you know about the Three Hallows?"

Maybe it was impulsive, or maybe it was because Albus's gentle and steady appearance seemed too reliable, Gellert didn't shy away from his true purpose of coming to Godric's Hollow, and directly proposed to this young man who was highly praised by Bathilda. question.

"The Three Hallows of Death?" Albus thought for a while, "Since you asked that question, you must have done some research."

Gellert nodded indifferently: "If what you're talking about is those rumors, I know all about it."

"If you want to know the details of the story, I can only say that there are many different versions of the story of "The Legend of the Three Brothers." Although Albus didn't know what Gellert wanted to do in pursuit of the Three Hallows, but Out of trust in Bathilda, he still talked to this young man he just met, "For example, in some versions, the story happened at midnight, but as far as I know, or as far as I know, the story It should have happened at dusk, not midnight."

Hearing Albus' affirmative tone, Gellert was aroused.

Facing Gellert's increasingly fanatical gaze, Albus continued: "The Dumbledores are fortunate to have collected an original version of "The Tales of Beedle the Bard", which clearly states that the time of the story is at dusk."

Gellert's eyes lit up sharply.

"I'll bring the book over tomorrow if you're interested," Albus suggested thoughtfully.

Gellert took a deep breath, suppressed 2's scorching gaze, and looked deeply at the understanding Albus in front of him: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Albus smiled sincerely.

'Still a child! ' thought Albus, 'so fascinated by the unknown. '

"However..." Ah Bu thought about something, and said, "Maybe you have heard the saying 'possessing the Three Hallows can gain power beyond death', but I think—"

"That statement is contrary to the meaning of the whole story."