The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

"No. I don't want to sleep tonight." Orlynworth shook his head.

The gray-haired man also saw that he was wary of him.Nothing more to say.

"By the way, Odyssex..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Orlynworth.

"I said, I can't betray him."

"I also said that I have no malice towards him!" The gray-haired man still had a glimmer of hope.

"Then why are you asking this?" Orlingworth stared into the lake blue eyes of the other party.

A look of confusion flashed across the gray-haired man's face. "No comment." Finally, he said to Orlynworth coldly.

"People who are malicious say they are not malicious." Orlynworth whispered.

But just as it happened, the gray-haired man heard what Orlynworth said.The steps forward stopped, and he looked at Orlynworth with a stiff face.

"Ah, it's nothing. Um... um... just... the bird was chirping just now, yes, the bird was chirping." Orlynworth explained awkwardly.

Gray-haired man: "..."

You can treat me as a dark wizard, but you must not treat me as a fool!

the next morning.

The gray-haired man sat on a stool in the yard with his legs crossed and his eyes half-closed.Orlynworth sat next to him.

"Mr. Bohan!" A brown-haired wizard who looked about 40 years old came over.

Hearing this surname, the corners of Orlynworth's mouth twitched.

Bohan, not one of Britain's 28 Holy Families, but better than some pureblood families.

because--

The director of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Wounds is St. Mungo Bohan!

Is it—

He is Dean Bohan's child?

So how could he be here?

Orlynworth knew that his mother, Dumbledore, had a close relationship with Dean Bohan.And when Voldemort killed the Quartet, he also helped heal the Aurors, the people who fought against Voldemort, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

He hates dark wizards very much!

But now he allowed his son to come to Knockturn Alley and hang out with those dark wizards.

How could he turn a blind eye? !

The more Olynworth thought about it, the weirder it became, and he simply stopped thinking about it. How could such messy things be as real as Lemon Xuebao? !

The brown-haired werewolf had walked up to the gray-haired man known as Mr. Bohan.

"Please don't call me that." The gray-haired man said lightly. "I've been expelled from the Bohan family a long time ago." When he said this, the gray-haired man had mixed emotions in his eyes.There are three points of disdain, five points of sadness, and two points of irony.

"Okay, Thakal. This—" The man held up his right arm, which was charred and black.Olynworth took a look and gasped.

Thakal had an expected expression, then raised his left hand and stretched out five fingers.

"I can only live for five days?" The werewolf looked at Thakal with dim eyes.Then he gave a wry smile, turned around decisively and walked back.

"Hey, wait!" Takal stepped forward and grabbed the werewolf's arm.

Hearing his voice, the werewolf turned around and looked at him strangely.

"Ah, that's not what I mean. What I mean is, it takes 500 Galleons." Thakal explained helplessly.

Brown-haired werewolf: "..."

He turned around more decisively.After all, he was a poor werewolf, and werewolves were so unpopular with the public that they couldn't find a job at all.

Even the money of their entire group in Knockturn Alley is only a dozen or so Galleons.