The Good Life of Home Cook Grindelwald

Dumbledore looked at him warily. The family didn't want people to know about Ariana, otherwise his little sister would be accused of St. Mungo. At this time, he walked quickly to Ariana, wanting to hug her She returned to her arms, but the magic riot made the little girl very unstable, and when his fingers were placed on her wrist, the little girl was already trembling and about to have a seizure.Grindelwald patted her shoulder lightly, hesitated for a moment, picked her up, and said to Dumbledore, "If you don't mind, can we go in first?"

This was a helpless choice, Dumbledore let the door open silently, and Grindelwald suspected that this person wanted to give himself a forgetful, but he couldn't do it now.He thought, sitting in the already chaotic living room, Arianna trembled uncontrollably, the magic power of physical energy had nowhere to attack, making her almost cry out of sadness, but she didn't know what to do.

Dumbledore knelt in front of her and said softly, "Okay, Anna, it's okay, just bear with it a little longer, and it'll be over soon."

Patience is really a Dumbledore family virtue.Grindelwald watched him try his best to coax Anna, and suddenly remembered their father, the virtues they had to have, probably because of the sudden attack and death of the head of the family.

Dumbledore was at a loss in the face of such a little girl. He tried his best and couldn't find the best way. The empty Anwei was meaningless, but he had to use his strength in this regard.

Grindelwald looked at the helpless and hopeless face, and suddenly said: "Obscurity is a kind of suppressed magic, it is the dark side of a person's heart, and it is the twin of this person's essence of light. If you want to solve it, you must Let the host no longer be depressed, let the host feel that his family can rely on stability, not just patience. You must, wholeheartedly," he paused, feeling that this word he never believed in, the power he never believed in, is just On the tip of his tongue, and then he pronounced it slowly, "Love her."

Dumbledore fell silent, but looked at him more warily.

Grindelwald lowered his face and didn't look at him, but said indifferently: "My school is Durmstrang, we are more familiar with these things than you."

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, and said softly to his trembling younger sister, "Anna." He paused for a moment, not knowing what to say. He had said those meaningless words many times, but he thought of this unexpected visitor. The gentle tone just now finally said in a softer voice, "This is beyond your control, you don't have to blame yourself, Aberforth and I will always be here, as will Mom and Dad, they are here, always Look at us, if you're sad, it's okay, cry if you want, be angry if you want to be angry."

oh!Merlin, put all your defenses on before you make her angry if she wants to!Heavy armor and mixing spells are essential, it's better to cast more layers!

Arianna raised her head, tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, but she hesitated, stretched out her hand tremblingly, and finally put it on her elder brother's neck, Dumbledore closed his eyes, held her in his arms, and gently stroked her shoulders and back, feeling the helpless sobbing of the little sister in her arms, as Aberforth had once done.

Grindelwald watched the people in their family finally quiet down, drew out his wand and muttered: "Restored as before."

The broken furniture and porcelain in Dumbledore's house flew back quickly and became familiar and intact. Dumbledore was about to say thank you, but unexpectedly the guest in front of him lowered his head and said impatiently: "What a trouble." He immediately closed the door. He closed his mouth, looked at the other party and said arrogantly, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

He said, carrying his suitcase, pushed open the door, and was about to leave.

"Ms. Bagshot's house is on your right." Dumbledore behind him stopped him softly, and Grindelwald realized that he was too panicked to escape and almost went the wrong way.

He stood still and strengthened himself mentally before he turned his head and said coldly, "Oh, thank you."

Dumbledore nodded politely. Grindelwald looked into his blue eyes and thought of the fog in Lake Garda. He suppressed the impulse in his heart, returned a polite and indifferent salute, and strode towards Bathilda's house. go.

Comforting Anna, Dumbledore almost heard Bathilda's scream. Older people may have bad ears, so the voice will naturally be louder. Just listening to the little baby, Dumbledore suddenly laughed out loud , he could almost imagine what kind of face that guest would show when he was called little baby just now, but he couldn't suppress himself in embarrassment, so as to appear more mature and calm.

young people!Dumbledore smiled, and looked at Anna who had calmed down slightly, but saw Anna staring at him rarely, and then shyly pulled his sleeve, just like she once held Aberforth like this.

Gentle and whole-hearted love, so there is such a great power?Dumbledore sat down beside her in surprise, calmed down and said softly, "Anna, do you want to listen to a story? How about I read you a story?"

Anna nodded hesitantly, watching her elder brother fetch a storybook and read it to her in a gentle voice, she finally calmed down slowly, leaning on her elder brother's body.

Grindelwald didn't tell his aunt that on the way here, he ran into Dumbledore by chance, lest his aunt wanted to introduce him.What happened today was a coincidence, he had to restrain himself and stop touching him, he warned himself from the heart.

But unexpectedly, a few days later, Grindelwald saw Dumbledore again in the living room of Bathilda's house.The other party took the initiative to come to the door!

Bathilda took the candy from the old neighbor, and said happily: "Oh, Albus, you are such a good young man, you are still thinking about me, you are so polite! If you have nothing to do, come in and have a cup of tea Bar!"

Grindelwald stood up almost as soon as he heard his voice and wanted to go upstairs to the bedroom, but he didn't expect that Bathilda, who always looked handicapped, had already ushered him in, so he had to walk on the stairs. He looked at each other coldly.

Like a sword that is about to be unsheathed, but has to lock itself in the sheath.Although wands have become their main weapon, swords are still everyone's favorite, such as the sword of Gryffindor.Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald, thinking in a daze, but quickly said with a smile, "Good day." He paused, and then said, "Thank you two days ago, your method is very effective."

Before Grindelwald had time to say anything, Bathilda said cheerfully: "Oh, you have already met? This is great!"

Dumbledore looked down at her with a smile: "Yes, we met this gentleman when he entered the valley, but we didn't know his name yet. We didn't even have time to introduce ourselves."

Bathilda looked at Grindelwald reproachfully: "Why is this kid so ignorant, he even forgot the politeness of introducing himself, and I have to be introduced by an old woman. Come, come, let's get to know each other, this is me Albus Dumbledore, Albus, this is my grandnephew, Gellert Grindelwald!"

ah! ! !Bathilda, the busy old woman!Grindelwald had no choice but to stand where he was, grinding his teeth secretly, his fingers behind his back were almost broken by his forceful grip, and his face was sullen as if someone owed him ten thousand galleons.

Dumbledore stretched out his hand with his blizzard-like complexion, "Hello, Mr. Grindelwald, nice to meet you."

Grindelwald hesitated, pulled out his hand behind his back, and gently touched the other's fingers.

Ah, Merlin, how good he is alive!Still so young, with so many opportunities, he can shine his light in the magic world, realize his dream, and be full of vigor, without being tortured by the irreparable past in his heart for the rest of his life.

As he thought about it, he couldn't help clenching his fingers, and his voice was hoarse: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Dumbledore."

Bathilda smiled and said: "That's right, Gellert, you should spend more time with outstanding young people, lest your father send you another shouting letter! Alas, it's a pity that you didn't enter Hogwarts, or else You have become very good friends for a long time, and you don't know, Albus has won many awards..."

His aunt's voice could no longer be heard in his ears, and he thought to himself: Of course, of course I know, no one knows better than me that the person in front of me is outstanding, ambitious, and beautiful!

This should be mine!It's all mine!

The vines at the bottom of his heart resisted the moisture and ignited a fire, which made his heart and lungs thirsty, and made him almost want to roar, but he didn't know what to use to extinguish it.

He quickly put away his hands, turned his head away, showing a disinterested expression: "Come on, auntie, it's the same everywhere!"

Bathilda looked at him with displeasure, then turned to Albus: "Are you free today? Sit a little longer?"

Dumbledore said regretfully: "Not today, Anna will wake up soon, and I have to take care of her." He said, looking at Grindelwald who didn't look at him, "I wish you a happy day, if you If you want, you can come to my house for tea."

Bathilda smiled and said: "I am willing, of course I am willing, but I have old arms and legs, and I don't want to run away. Gellert!" She said, and shouted at Grindelwald, "Go when you are free Help Albus!"

I'm busy!Grindelwald was about to growl, but he turned his head angrily, looking into Dumbledore's eyes, he thought of the fog of Lake Garda again, the mystery behind the tranquility, the deep thought behind the leisurely, miraculously let his heart The fire died down.

He stared into those eyes and whispered unconsciously: "If I am free, if Mr. Dumbledore is willing."

Once the words are spoken, it is like a spell that cannot be broken. Grindelwald's teeth are about to be crushed. Why is there no spell to shut himself up?He doesn't want to talk anymore!

Dumbledore chuckled. He lowered his head to look at the fire on the carpet, as if he couldn't express his mood directly on his face. After a few seconds, he raised his head and said in a joyful voice: "Then I look forward to Grindel Mr. Waugh visiting. Any time."

ok ok!Grindelwald nodded almost absolutely indiscriminately, watching him say goodbye to Bathilda, and before going out, he still didn't forget to look back at himself.Those eyes were full of starry anticipation, but also shy, as if this visit had exhausted all its courage, rather than a good Gryffindor's confident invitation.

Don't look at me like that!Grindelwald cried sadly in his heart!

The branches in his heart are waiting for such watering, even a little bit of encouragement, he will receive it with pricked ears, and frantically flaunt it, hoping to tie the other party to his side.