HP: After binding to the strongest wizard development system

After looking at the time, Grindelwald covered his face again, only showing his blue eyes and looking at Till tiredly: "Okay, I'll take you back to Hogwarts, and I'll let the owl do it next time we meet. Sending you a message."

He seemed to be busy with something recently, but the fact that he met Teal five times in half a month made Teal feel that he was actually very idle to a certain extent.

Till had refused to send him back to Hogwarts the first time and the second time. After all, with the Thestrals around, Till's return to school could be said to be fast and safe.

Thestrals are also very aggressive magical animals.

But Grindelwald's attitude did not allow Till to refuse. He was not allowed to get on the carriage even though the Thestrals were not allowed to get into it, but he would rather follow the carriage than give up the idea of ​​sending Till back.

Tyr looked out from high in the castle several times, and could see Grindelwald lingering outside the castle.

This time Grindelwald wanted to give her a gift again, and Till looked at him with a suspicious look. She would not pretend that Grindelwald was worried about her.

He definitely has ulterior motives for Hogwarts.

But Grindelwald's eyes were so sincere, and Till's suspicious eyes did not reveal any flaws in him. Till could only pick up his small bag and follow Grindelwald outside.

At the bar over there, Aberforth, whose identity was not yet known to Till, was staring at Grindelwald. He felt uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart whenever he saw the blond-haired man.

This blond middle-aged man walking with the silver-white little girl made Aberforth especially uncomfortable.

Relatives? The hair colors didn't match each other at all, and Aberforth had suspected their relationship for a long time.

Till didn't know that Aberforth's gaze could poke a hole in Grindelwald's back. She was following Grindelwald at the moment, thinking about quickly investigating Grindelwald when she returned. Take a look at the information and complete short-term task fourteen.

Grindelwald was also slightly lost in thought, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

An accident occurred at this time.

An old man with silver hair and beard pushed open the door of the Pig Head Bar. The cold wind outside and the warmth brought by the sun coerced each other into the bar with the old man, and happened to bump into Grindelwald and Till. Upright.

When his blue eyes met the familiar blue eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank, but because Till didn't notice the unexpected arrival, he didn't stop the car and hit Grindelwald's back.

Grindelwald quickly regained consciousness after a brief daze. He used great restraint to smile at Professor Dumbledore, then took Tyr's wrist and walked outside.

Although his steps were so long that Till had to jog to keep up, under Professor Dumbledore's thoughtful gaze, his walking speed did not change at all, and he even tilted his head in a mood, as if he was "concerned." He said a few words to Thiel.

It was completely different from the attitude that the person in my memory should have when meeting him.

Professor Dumbledore held his forehead and shook his head. He turned back with some sadness and relief, and walked into the Pig's Head Bar.

The door of the Pig's Head Bar was closed, and the inside and outside were separated into two worlds. After walking away, Grindelwald slowed down his steps and apologized to Tier who was a little out of breath next to him: "I'm sorry, little girl, I met my old enemy. Some are out of control.”

It was rare for Grindelwald to be so polite. Till, who was used to his arrogance, felt even more embarrassed. He waved his hand and accepted this sudden apology.

In fact, Till's physical strength is not that bad. Professor Snape sometimes likes to walk with long strides. Till will not feel tired if he follows Professor Snape, but Grindelwald just walked faster than Professor Snape. He still has to take long strides, and his speed is even more difficult to catch up with.

Till's wrist was still held by Grindelwald, so Till couldn't escape and could only run hard to catch up.

There were also some unexpected reasons inside, which caught Tier off guard and did not allow him to react.

Grindelwald quickly lost sight of the strangeness and insisted on sending Till back to Hogwarts before leaving quickly. Till looked back at him, and for the first time he didn't see him wandering around the outside of the castle.

Till shrugged, understanding in his eyes.

Just say it, it's not because of her.

***

In the Pig's Head Bar, Professor Dumbledore closed the door and came to the bar. The bartender who had been cleaning the glass bottles for a long time looked at him, snorted in a bad temper, and turned to the other side.

"Aberforth, a glass of mead, thank you." Professor Dumbledore was a little helpless, but out of guilt, he couldn't be angry with his brother and waited there with his head slightly lowered.

Although they were silent for a long time, as expected, a cup of mead with a lot of honey was pushed in front of them. Professor Dumbledore held it in his hand and thanked him softly.

"No, I think you need to pay more attention to your silver student." Aberforth's voice was rough. He had worked here for many years and had always treated others with this attitude.

"She has a name. Her name is Tilchach Emery. You can also call her Till, and she will be willing to make friends with you." Professor Dumbledore's tone towards his younger brother can be called indulgent, even if Abu Forth always used "silver" to refer to Thiel, and he took the trouble to correct him again and again.

"Trouble, silver is easy to remember." Aberforth slammed his fist on the bar. The other guests may have been used to his attitude, and they didn't even look at him at this moment. "I'm talking to you." Talking about her relative, how can a relative with silver hair have a golden hair?"

Maybe it's because I rejected the suspicion in my heart just now, or maybe I don't want to think too much.

Professor Dumbledore is obviously a suspicious person, but at this moment, he doesn't want to make any guesses about the blond middle-aged man: "Tier's mother is a black-haired wizard, do you still want to tell me that silver and black have nothing to do with each other? ?”

"Strong words!" Aberforth waved his hand, not wanting to talk to Dumbledore anymore, and turned around to clean the next glass.

In this pig's head bar, perhaps the glasses that were always cleaned by Aberforth were the cleanest.

Professor Dumbledore shook his head, said nothing more, picked up the mead and leaned against the bar to drink.

But as soon as he calmed down, he couldn't help but think about the person he saw just now. His eyes did feel familiar to him, but there didn't seem to be anything strange when he left.

He walked so fast and even lowered his head to talk to Till. The person in his memory had nothing to do with Till.

Well, it won't be his.

Professor Dumbledore closed his eyes and drank all the mead in the cup, but almost choked.

Obviously he had quickly doubted it in his mind, but he quickly rejected his doubts.

Obviously walking so fast was a doubt that couldn't be dismissed, but he didn't want to think about it deeply and just ignored it.

Self-deception, nothing more.