HP: The New God from Hogwarts

The teacup fell from Grindelwald's handsome face to the ground, making a crisp sound of breaking.

With this crisp sound, Dumbledore took a breath of cold air. Tina felt a familiar breath of danger from the blond boy at the door. She hurried to the fireplace and said goodbye to everyone:

"According to the time, Queenie and Jacob's great-grandson is about to be born. I have to go to St. Mungo's obstetrics department. We can talk later when you have time."

Newt turned around and looked at her in surprise: "I didn't hear about this when I corresponded with Jacob the other day."

Tina had no intention of paying any attention to him. She plunged into the blue fire rising from the fireplace without looking back and left this terrible place.

Looking at Grindelwald's dark face, Dumbledore decided to sacrifice his off-get off work time in order to protect his most dedicated student.

"Leo, we were just talking about you. Luna and Newt are planning to go to the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade to drink some butterbeer. I thought maybe we could go there to have some fun." He walked towards Grindelwald with a smile.

Grindelwald glanced at Snape on the sofa. He hated Snape even more because he could make Dumbledore lower his attitude to please him.

However, he still agreed to Dumbledore's request, but tilted his head to look at Newt: "I don't want to drink with an old man who cleans the poop of horned beasts every day. Who knows if there is a strange smell on his body that will affect my appetite."

Listening to his harsh words with obvious disgust, Newt didn't understand why this young Mr. Dumbledore, whom he had just met, hated him so much.

He scratched his head awkwardly and looked at Tao Wu beside him helplessly.

"Let's go to the Three Broomsticks for a drink. If you don't want to join us, then don't go." Even though she was still angry with Newt just now, she still had to defend him.

Grindelwald stood beside Dumbledore, holding the white-bearded old man's sleeve tightly, fearing that her words would make him cancel the appointment that Snape had risked his life for.

"There must be more than one pub in Hogsmeade, the Three Broomsticks. We can go to another pub if we don't want to go with you guys!"

After hearing what he said, Dumbledore remembered that there was indeed more than one pub in Hogsmeade. In addition to the Three Broomsticks, the other pub was...

"That's right. There's a bar in Hogsmeade called the Hog's Head. You can go there with the headmaster to have a glass of fire whiskey or a peach mojito." Tao Wu suggested to him with ill intentions. "The owner of the bar is an old acquaintance of mine. You can get a 20% discount if you mention my name."

The more Newt listened, the more strange it seemed. He couldn't help but say, "But the Hog's Head isn't—"

"Let's go." Tao Wu didn't let him finish his words and pushed Newt out of the office door.

Dumbledore and Grindelwald also left the office together. The arrogant Grindelwald didn't want to see Newt, so he took Dumbledore and walked up the stairs on the other side.

The only people left in the office were Snape, who was not able to walk, and Fawkes, who had eaten and was ready to go to bed. The man and the bird stared at each other in a daze.

"Why didn't you let me finish? This is so weird. Mr. Dumbledore is Aberforth's grandson, but he didn't know there was a Hog's Head Inn in Hogsmeade, nor did he know it was opened by his grandfather." The more Newt thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He turned around and planned to go back to find Dumbledore. "I think there is something wrong with him. I have to go back and remind Dumbledore not to be fooled."

Tao Wu quickly pulled him back: "What you can think of, can your old professor with 1,800 minds not think of it? Besides, didn't you look for Aberforth before?"

"I haven't had any free time since the start of the school. Dumbledore has been forcing the professors in the school to constantly improve the castle's defense system. I heard from Sirius Black that Dumbledore is going to pluck all his hair out of him." Newt answered half-statement and half-complaint.

Tao Wu entangled her fingers around his sleeves and led him on. "I heard from Dumbledore that he brought Irio back directly. The child has not met Aberforth yet, so it is normal that he does not know these things. Don't worry about it anymore. This is a good opportunity for the grandparents to meet each other."

At this point, Tao Wu immediately imagined the scene of Aberforth patting Grindelwald on the head and asking him to call him grandpa, and she couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Newt asked curiously.

She covered her mouth and said, "I just thought of the scene where Irio called Aberforth grandpa. It must be very warm."

She didn't know whether it was warm or not, but Dumbledore would definitely be annoyed.

"It may be heartwarming for Aberforth, but it may be heartbreaking for Dumbledore." New York let her pull his sleeve and walked down as she wished.

Tao Wu looked at him: "Why do you say that?"

"Think about it, Aberforth is three years younger than Professor Dumbledore. He has a son named Credence. Credence and Nagini gave him a grandson named Baldur. Now he has another grandson named Irio. Judging from Irio's age, he should not be Credence's child. This means that Aberforth has an illegitimate child. So -

He has two sons and two grandsons, while Dumbledore is over a hundred years old and still alone."

"Anyway, Aberforth alone has exceeded the target of leaving behind descendants for Dumbledore." Tao Wu loosened his sleeve and gently poked his cheek with her finger. "You still talk about Dumbledore, but you yourself are almost a hundred years old."

Newt grabbed her hand and held it in his palm, with a gentle smile in his gray-green eyes: "Because, I already have you."

His answer made Tao Wu very satisfied.

But the smile on his face disappeared immediately, and he turned aggrieved and sniffing look again: "Why do you deliberately emphasize that I am almost the same age as Dumbledore, almost a hundred years old, do you think I'm old? Look carefully, I'm different from him, I look only in my twenties, and I don't smell like an old man!"

Dumbledore: You smell like an old man, and so do your whole family!

"That's not what I meant! I definitely don't mean to dislike your age. When it comes to age, Dumbledore is younger than me—" She muttered, standing on tiptoe and reaching out to touch his fluffy brown curly hair.

Newt, who was about 1.8 meters tall, immediately bent down and put his head in front of her, looking at her with misty eyes:

"What did you say Dumbledore was young?"

"You heard me wrong. I said you are younger than Dumbledore!" She ruffled Newt's lush curly hair with a smile on her face. More hair is better!

Newt smiled and said nothing, letting her touch his hair and face.

"We still have a lot of time, I can wait--

Wait until you are willing to confide in me,

All the secrets about you."