The Good Life of Home Cook Grindelwald

Fort Nurmengard is as big as Fort Nurmengard, but Grindelwald has almost no interest in other spaces. He has been staying in the hut on the high tower, even without eating all day and night. He can't think of eating, and just meditates outside the window , like returning to the last few years of my previous life.The tiredness at the end of his life reappeared on him again. In this hut, the long-lost suspicion caused him to have deep distrust of the present happiness again.

He can't feel the passage of time, can't feel the cold, not to mention he can't see the future anymore, looking at the sky from the tower has become the only thing he wants to do.Hallucinations or dreams, maybe this should be his end, everything outside Nurmengard is just an insinuation of his imagination before death.

A few days later, the owl's impatient hooting finally woke him up. He stood up slowly and dully, took the letter from the owl, and opened it instinctively without even looking at the sender.

The familiar font on his head finally made his eyes turn. He read each word, and the handwriting on the paper danced smartly, calling back his sanity, and opened his eyes again.Last signature Dear: Your Al, let the blood slowly rise to his cheeks.

No matter how beautiful the dreams and hallucinations are, it is impossible to imagine the real Albus Dumbledore, or a tenth of his beauty.

He read it over and over again, showing these words, he could see in Godric's Hollow, the warm fire of Dumbledore's house, the demure and shy little sister, who was still growing up. The straightforward second son, and the eldest son who made him miss his desk day and night.Even the icy wind and snow cannot penetrate this warm house.

Holding the letter, the ice that froze him was shattered by these thoughts, he finally raised his wand, the narrow window underwent a fundamental transformation under the powerful magic, more and more sunlight shone in here, and the little stone The window has become a bright bay window, allowing a clear view of the snow-covered mountains in the distance, instead of just a small cold white mountain top.

Even though he changed the pattern of the room, he did not install glass for this window.Grindelwald stood in front of the window with a solemn expression, and the letter from afar was tightly grasped in his hand.Above the high tower, the wind was even stronger, blowing his unbuttoned coat, the hem of which fluttered backwards, unable to fall back, with the sound of hunting.

He let go of his hand suddenly, and the strong wind quickly wanted to take the thin paper away, but was forced to stay behind by the spell cast out by his wand. The strong air current and the shattered stone flakes floated around the letter.The paper is quickly and automatically folded into a very small piece, and the stone piece is quickly transformed into a transparent outer seal, which seals the small piece of paper into a pendant the size of a fingernail, and finally falls on his shoulder. In the raised palm, he holds it cherished.

Even the ten months in Godric's Hollow, even if the renewed blood alliance was still in Dumbledore's hands, even if he had cursed in comfort that Dumbledore deserved a happy life, it didn't make him so Determined.

Even if the cold wind howls on the road ahead, all kinds of ice blades formed by the ups and downs in the world can no longer make him leave this road: the happiness promised by the person he loves should be given and guarded by him personally!

He turned and left here without looking back.This room does not need glass, and if necessary, another owner of the castle will come and escape in person.

After walking out of Nurmengard Castle, he stopped, turned around, and looked at the blank stone railing on the high gate outside the castle, where there was no inscription.After hesitating for a moment, he still put down the aspen wand in his hand and found the elder wand. Facing this blank space, he slowly raised his hand, raised it above his head, and waved it freely, as if he was about to conduct a passionate symphony.The magic waved through the Elder Wand onto the stone railing, and debris kept falling on it. When he put down his hand, a line of words was carved on the stone railing like in the previous life: For The Greater Good.

No need to escape, no need to hesitate, even if the appearance is the same, the meaning it reveals will never be the same as before.

Putting away the old wand, he touched the rune at the bottom of the wand now, and the warmth paralyzed his fingertips through the engraved words, making his expression relaxed.He raised his head, admired his handwriting proudly, and finally strode away, letting all kinds of protective spells hide this kind of castle in the mountains, waiting for his next visit.

Nurmengard was temporarily closed, and Grindelwald resumed his career in Europe without any pause.He was handy with these things, not to mention that when he was in Durmstrang, he had only a group of believers, and it was effortless to connect at this time.The struggle is how to get them into the revised organization.

Difficulties exist, but they are simpler than he imagined. The malice in people's hearts can be magnified and controlled, and rationality can be abandoned and recalled.

For Silver Tongue, who was able to persuade three batches of guards to join him, this was indeed not a difficult task.He is always good at grasping the opponent's weakness, hitting the target with one blow, making the opponent confused by his own words.

Naturally, it will take time for his peers to become the pillars of this world, but what he lacks most now is patience.Fifty years of imprisonment had made him much better-tempered, and he was willing to explain things in more detail instead of pursuing simple surrender.

Still, it's such a waste of time talking to stupid people.

He concluded by writing these words on parchment, tied them to the owl's talons, and sent the little creature out with a pat on the head.After leaving Nurmengard Castle, the owls sent to Godric's Hollow have not been broken. In order not to attract attention, the owls are different every time.

If he can live to be more than 100 years old this time, maybe he and Dumbledore's letters can be published as a collection when he is old, if his little lover can agree.

He was standing in front of the window. This was the house of one of his seniors who was also his disciple. The other party was now working in the Spanish Ministry of Magic. Decline, on the Continent and around the world, has filled the country's Ministry of Magic with innovative young people.

He folded his arms and looked out the window, watching the gray-yellow owl quickly disappear in the dark night, thinking about what Dumbledore would write to him next time, which softened the lines of his face, until a polite voice came from the door. There was a knock on the door, and he turned his head.

His senior, Jose Django, leaned against the door frame and looked at him curiously: "I didn't expect that I could still see this side of you."

Grindelwald waved his wand, and the scattered books and papers on the desk fell neatly, and the tea soon floated in front of Django.Holding tea, the other party admired and said: "I have to say, I haven't seen you for a year, you have really changed a lot, what kind of magical power is this? You are in love."

The hand holding the teacup paused slightly, Grindelwald shrugged, and avoided talking about the answer: "Love is really a powerful tongs, no matter what changes people have, they can be pushed into it."

Django laughed loudly, and said after drinking tea: "I sent your thoughts to a few colleagues, and they were very impressed. I hope to find a chance to have a drink together."

"Look at the time, I can do anything, anyway, I'm doing as I please." Grindelwald drank the tea in his hand, let the teapot float over to fill it up, and then floated to Django. Cup, asked for more sugar, stirred it with a small spoon and asked: "If you don't mind, let's do it next week, February is coming to an end."

Grindelwald nodded absently, looked up at the calendar, and the days on it made him frown.

Seeing his expression, Django asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

He frowned and counted the time, his face changed slightly, and he whispered: "I forgot an important appointment!" As he spoke, he tapped his wand, and everything quickly jumped into his box, and then the box jumped again Into the already inflated purse.As soon as the things were packed, the money bag immediately shrank to the size of a pocket, and it slipped into Grindelwald's pocket by himself.

In just a moment, Grindelwald had already put on his coat, tidied himself up, and patted Django on the shoulder: "The party has to be postponed, and I need to take care of some housework. I will write to you within a month, and I won't keep you waiting." Too long."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already apparated, leaving Django to drink the last tea in front of the empty room and wide open doors and windows, and then shook his head: "I thought he would become more patient, it was me over thinking."

When Grindelwald reappeared, he was already parked on a ship in the Atlantic Ocean. The ship was half tilted, and half of the bottom of the ship had turned out of the sea, and it was about to sink with the deck that had been buckled in the sea.He stood on the sloping hull, and his sight was affected by the rough waves.With a sullen face, he cursed inwardly, "Damn it!"Obviously he has missed the best time and can only quickly find the target.

Fortunately, the escape boat was not too far away from the sinking passenger ship, and he quickly locked on to the target.Even though he didn't dare to relax, when he was about to move to the small boat immediately, a huge wave had already set off.Grindelwald quickly cast a bubble head spell on the baby on the boat. He didn't even know if he hit it. The lifeboat had been buried by the waves with a terrified cry.He also cast a bubble head curse on himself, and jumped into the sea without hesitation.

The sight in the water was not good, but he was still slightly relieved. The tracking of his spell allowed him to see the baby wrapped in an air-filled place. The woman protecting the boy had sunk into the deep sea and could not be found. trace.He frowned, he had no time to care about the poor woman, he held the baby in his arms with all his strength, and swam to another boat.

When he took the child to the side of the lifeboat suddenly, everyone on the boat screamed, but someone took the baby faster and pulled him out of the sea with all his might.The instant the bubble head curse was touched by the Muggles, Grindelwald dissipated without a sound. Then Grindelwald looked up at a slightly trembling little girl who was about to cry but still held back.

He brushed his drenched hair away, took the little baby, and gave the child a warming spell without a wand, and then said to the four or five-year-old Leta Lestrange: "Miss, It's not right to have the wrong baby."

Realizing what happened, Alma, the half-elf, immediately looked at the child in her hand, then at Grindelwald, screamed and threw the child at Rita, turned around and rushed over, took the baby in his hand, and whispered cried: "Cawus! Couus!"

"I think he should be fine, but if you don't mind, can you pass our child to me first?" Grindelwald asked softly, panting. In this weather, even if you use the bubble head spell to bring back a Babies are not easy either.

Only then did Rita tremblingly hand him the replaced boy, and when Grindelwald took it, she took a step back before turning to look at her younger brother. Finally, the little girl who had endured tremendous pressure touched the boy she was wearing. The younger brother, who was crying weakly, called out in a low voice: "Kawus, I didn't mean it."

Grindelwald ignored the surprised expressions of the people around him, just lowered his head and poked at this child who was very quiet in his infancy, a distant relative of the Dumbledore family, and frowned.It wasn't safe to disapparate with a baby, he'd have to get a portkey.

Fortunately, the rescue ship arrived soon. As soon as he boarded the ship, before the rescuers asked him to register his name, he found a gadget and made a portkey. In the early morning, he appeared at Dumbledore's house living room.

Still haven't figured out how to explain it to Dumbledore, a bigger accident is waiting for him, Dumbledore, who didn't know whether he didn't sleep all night or woke up too early, slowly stood up from the sofa, and the book in his hand slipped to the floor He didn't notice either, he just stared in disbelief at the person who suddenly appeared in his living room.

Grindelwald's head was still damp, and his clothes were not even dry. He couldn't use spells to dry himself out quickly on the Muggle boat. He thought that there would be a certain amount of time to prepare when he came, but he didn't expect an accident.

He looked at the baby in his arms, brushed his hair that was completely soaked in seawater to the point of seaweed, and said in a self-defeating way: "Good morning, dear." He paused, raised his free hand and said, "I can explain."

Before he could explain, Dumbledore had quickly walked around the furniture between them, stood in front of him, raised his hand to brush away the messy blond hair on his forehead, as if he had finally confirmed that it was not a phantom, and the lake blue eyes Showing a shallow naughty smile: "My dear, good morning."