HP Alternative Conquest

They agreed to go back to the magic world together, and the two brothers didn't delay too much. After resting at home for ten days, the three of them appeared together on the Merlin Avenue they had planned together.

Bazel saw the tall toy clown at a glance, the iconic red hair and unusual long and thin nose were very eye-catching, "Is that from the Weasley family?"

"Yeah, the twins are indeed geniuses." Harry squinted. "It's about the same as London, isn't it?"

"If you want me to praise you, just say it." Bazel chuckled, turned to Harry and said, "Good job, brother."

"Hey, suddenly I don't feel so much looking forward to it." Harry puffed out his chest, let out a long breath, and grinned.

Hermione looked at Bazel, "He's been waiting for this sentence four years ago."

Harry, who was exposed by his girlfriend, didn't feel ashamed, but instead looked at Bazel quite proudly, "Would you like me to help arrange accommodation, brother?" Harry knew that Bazel would never praise against his will What, or what to say for comfort, so whether it is coming or Bazel himself said, the compliment is sincere.

Bazel tilted his head: "An envoy will come to pick me up." As soon as the words fell, a mass of red flame appeared on Bazel's shoulder, and the pedestrians on the street all paid attention, only to realize that the one who just appeared here was the Savior three people.

"Hi, Fox." Bazel touched the fire. The warm Phoenix was much more comfortable than Alger's black fur.As if sensing Bazel's emotions, Alger appeared listlessly, raised his head and rubbed against Bazel, and even shaved off two black hairs.

Hermione looked at Alger, who was like an old turkey, and stretched out her hand to comfort him, "Nirvana will come soon."

Alger, who was about to experience the first nirvana in his phoenix life, fluttered and disappeared again, leaving only a few black phoenix feathers.Bazel felt that he could use the collected feathers to make some small decorations before Alger passed into nirvana.

"Don't talk, let me believe that you went to Dumbledore for Alger's smooth nirvana, right?" Harry smiled and waved his hands, then hooked his brother's shoulders, "Before they surround you, let's go."

Bazel looked at the pedestrians who were about to move around, grabbed Fox's claws, the phoenix flapped its wings, and an orange flame mixed with a wisp of black smoke disappeared on Merlin Avenue.Harry pulled Hermione, "Let's go too." With a snap, the two of them also disappeared.The people who recognized Bazel on Merlin Avenue began to spread the news of Bazel and the Savior's return, which is one of the reasons why Harry chose Merlin Avenue as the landing location.

In Godric's Hollow, Dumbledore, who has stepped down as the principal of Hogwarts and turned into the honorary vice-principal, has already made tea. Looking at the person directly opposite him, Dumbledore smiled and said, "I hope our taste is still the same." of."

"Lucius said that it's hard to find a third person in this world who loves sugar so much." Bazel smiled and brought the tea to his side, "But unfortunately, Harry doesn't care that I still keep in touch with the wizarding world." Accident."

"And his way of protesting is to keep his whereabouts secret from everyone you can contact." Dumbledore nodded. In the past two years, Harry's abilities have become more and more obvious, but he has become more and more worried about whether Harry is a Qualified leaders.

"Obviously, you are also willing to cooperate with him." Bazel shook his head. In fact, the number of times he was able to communicate with the outside world was not many, and the only few times he was assigned to the three sides did not have much choice.

"Because it will be interesting." An old lady came in through the door, and Mrs. Bathilda looked at Dumbledore: "I'm sorry, Albus, please forgive me for forgetting to knock."

"It's okay Mrs. Bathilda, the door is open to welcome our guests." Bazel stood up and asked the old lady to sit down. "After all, we don't want to disturb the conversation by opening the door."

"In this way, I came at the right time." Lucius stood at the door with a smile on his face. "I didn't expect Bazel to hold a tea party." Given that someone locked himself in the guest room for a whole week , Should he be thankful that Bazel is a strong clean freak?

"I borrowed Dumbledore's place, I'm just pursuing efficiency." Bazel touched his chin, "There should be no new guests, right?"

"You underestimated the influence of your plan." Dumbledore ordered another pot of tea. After all, as Bazel said, there were very few people with the same taste as them.

"I always thought that couldn't even be called a plan." Bazel frowned slightly. He just had a proposal. After all, his father gave Harry the big plan, and his goal was just to balance the use of the wizarding world. .

"In the eyes of people who are good at planning, one proposal is enough for them to perfect," Mrs. Bathilda smiled. She is always interested in participating in the progress of magical history, and she has always been here at Bazel. You won't be disappointed, "but you have to be careful not to leave all the plans in their hands."

The other two present tacitly showed embarrassment, expressing helplessness to Bathilda's directness, but they all had to admit that they did have the idea of ​​perfecting Bazel's plan.

"In fact, there are some things that they don't need to decide." Bazel shrugged. "More often, people will accept the choice of the times, rather than obeying the leadership of a certain person."

"It's a pity that those who are destined to see further will always be chosen by the times." Lucius looked at Bazel and smiled, "Sometimes it's not people who are chosen."

"And some people are destined to choose those unnecessary targets out of selfishness." Aberforth stood at the door, did not come in, but looked at the people behind him, "I think you still have a guest."

A middle-aged man with blond hair came in. Unlike Lucius' smooth platinum blond, the man's blond hair looked very flamboyant and dazzling, and the smile on his face made Bazel frown, "Good afternoon."

Speaking English with some accents, Bazel twitched his eyebrows, looked carefully at the people, and then at the silent room, "Good afternoon, Mr. Another Minister."

"How do you know?" Grindelwald turned from Bazel to Minister Malfoy, who was also full of dark history, and raised his eyebrows.

"My godfather's surname is Holmes. His younger brother's surname is also Holmes." Bazel seemed to say something nonsense, but Lucius, who had met the two Mr. Holmes, pursed his lips and looked at Bazel helplessly. Damn right.

"Well, I'm looking forward to this Mr. Holmes." Grindelwald looked at the people in the room and smiled.Dumbledore and others raised their lips together, and we are also looking forward to it.

"What are you here for?" Mrs. Bathilda knew that it was inconvenient for the two of them to speak, and only she could ask.

"Come and return this." Grindelwald took out the soul-returning stone ring, looked at Dumbledore and said, "I think your brother is used to it, so he asked me to let her go back."

Bazel looked at Aberforth, who lowered his head and disappeared before everyone's eyes.

"Not everyone can resist such a temptation." Grindelwald said casually: "Don't worry, the kid who left home will always come back."

"Bazel Potter?" Grindelwald looked at Bazel.

"Bazel Slater." Bazel corrected, seeing Lucius' approving expression at the same time. Is there any meaning in these words?Lucius looked at Bazel, who was unabashedly suspicious, and turned his eyes. Slater is on the left, Potter is on the right, and Grindelwald is confirming your side.

Bazel rolled his eyes, bored.

"I hope we have a chance to cooperate." Grindelwald smiled and winked at Bazel.For this kind of informal invitation, Bazel raised his eyebrows and replied: "My team requirements are under 80 years old and over ten years old."

Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore and Bathilda present, and said in surprise, "Are you sure?"

"Of course." Bazel tilted his head and smiled, "I'm talking about the team, not friends."

"Wait, what you just said was a team, but not a collaborator." Grindelwald seemed to be defeated by his self-confidence, and struggled with Bazel with interest.

"Because my collaborators generally listen to me." Bazel blinked and looked at Lucius. How do you usually express whether to walk slowly or not?

"Why?" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore, but there was some memory in his eyes.

"Because I'm smarter than them." Bazel smiled and wanted to end the topic. He didn't like Grindelwald's aggressive and interested eyes, which couldn't even be interpreted as a kind of fanaticism, but a kind of contempt provocative, it reminded him of those racists.

"I think there will be many opportunities for you to prove your intelligence to me in the future." Grindelwald blinked.

"There are indeed many opportunities." Lucius smiled. "If Mr. Grindelwald accepts the cooperation, he can come to my office directly. I think we will get a satisfactory result for both parties."

"Actually, you can do it now." Bazel picked up the teapot in front of him and handed it to Grindelwald. "A wise man's choice, do you want to try it?"

Saying that, Bazel looked at Lucius, I thought you had a better choice.

What else can restrict Grindelwald besides official business?Lucius opened his eyes, and funnyly expressed that he was helpless, and his undisguised state also fell into Grindelwald's eyes. This unpopular state and the self-confidence shown by the other party made him feel helpless. He was surprised.

Dumbledore chuckled, Bazel was right, some people are doomed to be put down by the times, and can only accept the choice of the times.

"The smart people I know don't have very smart tastes." Grindelwald looked at the three of them, and then at Dumbledore. "Maybe next time, there is always a chance."

After Grindelwald left, Dumbledore's eyes closed slightly, "For many years, I have never seen him feel afraid."

Bazel looked at Lucius, "Maybe it's because he doesn't have the faith to hide his fear."

As an experienced person, Lucius shook his head, "Actually, the scariest thing is the disappearance of fear. It's good that he is like this now."

"It seems that Grindelwald is not the theme of the tea party, isn't it?" Mrs. Bathilda took some tea from the teapot that Basil took over and tasted it, and looked dissatisfied at the two sweet guys on the table, "Maybe The price of sugar should have been mentioned first."

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