The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

At Hogwarts, Dumbledore was lying leisurely in the recliner in the principal's office, picking at the snacks on the table and making grunts of satisfaction from time to time.

Whoosh! Snap!

Suddenly a silver light flew from a distance, broke the glass of the principal's office, and rushed directly in front of Dumbledore.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, and moved his finger slightly in front of him. The silvery white light stopped for an instant, and it was a white and silver mini whale.

He recognized it at a glance as Mo Bai's patron saint.

Didn't this kid accompany Hermione on a trip to Egypt? Why do you still think about this bad old man like him?

He stretched out his fingers towards the patron saint and paused.

Normally, this kid shouldn't think of himself when he's going crazy, unless he causes trouble...

The old man's beard trembled.

The aftermath of the last time this kid destroyed the Ivo family has not yet stopped. From the perspective of others, a family of dark wizards was destroyed. The murderer could not even be traced. He was a man, a woman, an old man, a young man, he was a human being. Or the organization has no way of knowing.

Until now, these pure-blood families are all in danger, fearing that one day a person will emerge alive and the organization will destroy them.

What's more, he really believed the rumor that Harry Potter single-handedly destroyed the Ivo family, which once caused him trouble.

Fortunately, Fudge was quite normal at this stage, and he was more inclined to please Hogwarts, so he suppressed it unilaterally.

Now, what is this...

The old man chirped childishly and used magic power to trigger the patron saint.

"Yo~Old Dengtou..."

The young man's voice came from the patron saint, and after saying hello, he began to speak.

Dumbledore's expression also began to change with the boy's voice.

His brows gradually furrowed, and his bright blue eyes began to sharpen.

Mo Bai's assassination is not a trivial matter. If Mo Bai really dies, the magic world may change again.

I heard this kid say that he discovered from the remaining memories of the other party that someone in the Ebo family discovered that he was related to Gellert...

Dumbledore's eyes flickered. He knew that the Ebo family was a reclusive magical family that rarely showed its face. It was a very Buddhist family.

As for why he killed people related to Gellert, he was not curious at all. Back then, his "old friend" could be said to be a heinous sinner, and more than 80% of the people in the magic world had a grudge against him.

What he was more concerned about was how the Ebo family discovered that Mo Bai was related to Gellert.

The fact that Mo Bai is Gellert's disciple must not be exposed.

He is not afraid that his reputation will be damaged. What he is most afraid of is that once it is exposed, the malicious and verbal criticism of Mo Bai from the outside world will follow.

He was afraid that Mo Bai would be harmed, and he was even more afraid that this would give birth to a Dark Lord who might be the most terrifying in the history of magic.

The old man paced back and forth in the office.

With a sudden slap on the forehead, Dumbledore came to his senses.

Since it's Gellert's business, why should I worry about it?

He pinched a ball of light, threw it out the window, turned around and went to make tea with a cup.

I poured a cup of black tea and sighed dissatisfied.

The tea made by that brat is still delicious.

There is almost no light in Nurmengard at night, and it looks like a huge tomb from the outside.

In a dilapidated cell, there are basic furniture and daily utensils. The iron door is ajar, and the lock on the door is useless.

Sitting on the iron bed covered with only a thin layer of cloth was an old man wearing commoner clothes. He put his hands on his knees and seemed to be concentrating with his eyes closed.

A light ball swooped in from the window grating and stopped steadily in front of the old man.

The old man has gray hair and wrinkles on his face. He looks like an extremely ordinary old man.

But when he opened his eyes, there was a sudden light in his eyes that even a twenty-year-old young man would avoid for a while.

Seeing the light ball in front of him and feeling the familiar magic power fluctuations in it, the old man's eyes glowed strangely and he stretched out his palm.

Although he was in a cell and dressed in civilian clothes, he made this action as if it were a magnificent dance floor, and the old man in a tuxedo was extending his palm elegantly and gentlemanly, waiting for the other half's response.

The ball of light seemed to have seen his movements, and it landed obediently in the old man's palm. The old man pressed the ball of light to his forehead with a smile on his lips.

The next second, the old man's smile gradually disappeared and his eyes narrowed.

Boom!

The entire Nurmengard Castle seemed to shake violently.

Within a minute or so, a waterfall of black veil covered the entire area's sky like death descending from the sky.

At the same time, the Ministry of Magic in Austria and Germany sounded a piercing beep at the same time. The wizards looked at the clock hanging at the top of the Ministry of Magic in horror, and the hands pointed to the deepest point of red.

That means that the highest level of crisis has appeared.