The Good Life of Home Cook Grindelwald

1911

In the brightly lit hall, a Hogwarts professor holds a roll of parchment and reads the names of new students aloud.Nervous emotions floated on the faces of every freshman, and some freshmen even muttered in despair: "That old hat won't declare me not a wizard, let me go home?"

They sat up one by one, but they all came down with a sigh of relief, and ran to the long tables of the colleges.When the professor read Credence Dumbledore, the long tables fell silent for a moment, and then stretched their necks to look forward.

Credence tugged his collar uncomfortably, sat on the high stool in full view of everyone, and the guy they called a broken hat soon fell on his head. After a long and doubtful hmm, Before Credence thought about what he was, it had already shouted: "Slytherin!"

This result kept Credence motionless for a moment, and he even whispered: "Did you read it wrong?"

But the professor had already taken the sorting hat off his head, he had no choice but to get off the same stool, and instinctively looked at the high platform where the professors were sitting. Gave him an uncontrollable smile.

This can't alleviate his doubts and confusion. Their adoptive father and uncle both graduated from Gryffindor. Although it's not clear what happened, even if they weren't in Gryffindor, they didn't have any Slytherin students. He was even depressed. I thought to myself: Is it because I am not really a member of Dumbledore's family?

Sitting on the long table in Slytherin, Credence shook hands with the students on both sides, said hello, and looked at a girl opposite, her chin was propped up, her eyes were out of focus, and she seemed to have no interest in the sorting ceremony. Interested, but her exotic beauty made Credence couldn't help but take a few extra glances.A classmate next to him came to him at this moment and said, "Don't be interested in this person, she is a disaster."

The voice was neither high nor low, not only Credence heard it, but even several people around him could hear it, not to mention the girl opposite.Credence also keenly noticed that the classmates on both sides of the girl were not close to her, and there was even a thinner person sitting in the gap between them.

The voice made the girl turn her head too, but she just glanced at them indifferently, and was about to turn back again, when Credence touched her eyes, and couldn't help but softly said: "I'm sorry."

The girl raised her eyebrows, and then smiled disdainfully: "If you always apologize, you won't be able to adapt here."

Before Credence could speak, the sorting ceremony was over. Headmaster Black cleared his throat and stood up. As soon as the headmaster who was born in Slytherin stood up, the whole house immediately applauded. He snorted and bowed triumphantly. Bow down and start talking.

Thinking of his adoptive father once saying that he always put on airs when he was training, Credence couldn't help but look at the long table again, and saw that Professor Dumbledore was also looking at him, seeing him looking here, She blinked at him quickly.This eased Credence's frustration, ignoring the headmaster's polite tirade, and began to look forward to the first meal into the school.After all, Papa had praised the food here several times before he entered the school.

When the dinner was over and the prefect led everyone back to their dormitories in their colleges, Credence heard someone call, "Leta."

The girl opposite turned her head, looked at each other, and said softly, "Newt, long time no see."

Credence couldn't help yelling, "Newt!" Although his father said not to be with this boy, they had met several times in Hogsmeade and were already familiar with each other.

Newt followed the large army out of the restaurant, and smiled at him with his lips pursed, and then said to Rita, "This year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class will be replaced by Professor Dumbledore, and we will be attending both colleges together."

Rita nodded: "I heard that, I don't know what surprise Professor Dumbledore will give us."

Credence couldn't get in the mouth, so he could only follow behind them. Unexpectedly, Lita then turned to him and said, "Don't be with me, or you won't be able to handle it." She paused, and even chuckled He said, "Don't be with this boy either, you will be doubly unable to cope."

Not knowing what he couldn't cope with, Credence could only look at Newt and smiled helplessly, said goodbye, and returned to his academy team, while Lita left in a hurry, alone, with her head held high. Go to the dormitory.He had no choice but to follow the other students of the academy and start the first day of boarding school life.

Slytherin's dormitory is in a seemingly damp basement, but the transparent glass allows people to see the huge aquatic magical animals in the black lake from time to time. Credence stands in front of the glass and looks at the lake outside the window in amazement.

"I heard that you are the son of Professor Dumbledore?" A boy behind him suddenly asked.

Credence heard the other party's slow and sticky voice, turned his head, pretended to be calm and said: "Yes."

Someone behind them said: "Avery, he is the adopted son of Professor Dumbledore, haven't you seen him in the Pig's Head Bar?"

Avery dragged his voice: "Oh~~~~, no wonder he came to our college, he was just an adopted son." He said, turning his head and said, "Who would go to such a dirty place to drink."

Credence couldn't help clenching his fingers. He looked over one by one. Everyone in the common room looked at him curiously, but no one came forward, even the one who sat with him and shook hands with him just now. The classmates also hesitated to come forward.

He bit his lip and looked up at Avery indifferently. The other party couldn't help taking a step back when he saw his expression, but when he realized that this was just a first-grade kid, he sneered, turned his head and put his head on his friend's shoulder, and laughed. Authentic: "I don't know how long it will take to cry to his father."

I'm not going to cry to Papa!Credence's eyes widened, almost shaking with anger.But when Avery left, the people in the common room filed out immediately.The light in the lounge quickly dimmed, and the water of the Black Lake gently slapped on the glass. He was alone in front of the glass, and the lounge suddenly looked dim and huge.

As the son of Professor Dumbledore, he was indeed attracting attention, but sooner, the fact that he was only an adopted son spread quickly. When the boys and girls in the school saw him, they had a look of pity and took it for granted.Even the professor sometimes said kindly and unconsciously when he behaved well: "Your father should have taught you this at home, right?"

No!Credence opened his mouth angrily, but no words came out.His two fathers would of course teach him some basic spells, but they were just for jokes. Although Grindelwald felt that some things should be learned earlier, Dumbledore believed that the systematic education in the school was more conducive to him step by step.

People don't regard him as a child of the Dumbledore family, but at the same time they attribute all his achievements to the Dumbledore family.

"Oh, it's really bad to be in the same school with my brother. He is so good! Of course, you can't say that it's bad, but you have to be mentally prepared to be with him. Everyone saw me at the time. When I was in school, I always thought: Merlin, this is the younger brother of Albus Dumbledore! Hey, he can be Albus Dumbledore’s younger brother like this!" Aberforth used to be in the Reminiscing about past school life with sarcasm.

At the time, Credence only thought of him as a joke, but now that I think about it, it really takes a strong heart to adapt to being part of Albus Dumbledore's family.

He stood gloomily on the deserted corridor between classes. In a month of school life, he was like Leta Lestrange, who had no friends and walked alone.He even wanted to ask the senior sister how she adapted to such a long school life.

"Kerry!" The familiar voice behind him was always calm and happy, and he turned to look at his adoptive father, trying to stay calm.But how could he hide this ability from his father?Seeing him, the other party immediately felt his emotional fluctuations, couldn't help being stunned, and asked suspiciously, "Kerry?"

Unable to hide his displeasure, he could only purse his lower lip. Credence took a step back, refused his adoptive father's approach, and said softly, "Leave me alone!" After he finished speaking, he quickly left.

If Dumbledore wanted to stop him, no matter how fast he ran, it was useless, but Dumbledore frowned, watched his adopted son run away from this corridor, and obeyed his adopted son's advice, leaving him alone for a while.But he couldn't leave Credence alone all the time. It was very easy to understand what happened to his adopted son at school. In less than a day, he had deduced from the students' daily words and forms how they treated him The only adopted son.

He really couldn't talk to the students, or even let other professors talk to the students, which would make Credence's situation even more embarrassing.Such a situation can only be realized by oneself, there are thousands of differences in getting along with people, and as long as one is firm and unaffected, one can live a chic life.

Of course he could talk to Credence, but now Credence became like this because of him, which made his position delicate, and he couldn't take the initiative to discuss this issue with his adopted son.And although Kerry is close to his aunt, Anna's nature is relatively weak, and this matter may only become one-sided consolation.If he wanted to find Aberforth, Dumbledore couldn't help but smile wryly at the thought of that scene, probably his younger brother would laugh loudly and tell his adopted son that this was the state of his seven years of school life, and this was just the beginning.

He guessed that Kerry's current mood was not simply because of his relationship with him. He finally realized the various conflicts he had to face when he was growing up, and thought he was assigned to Slytherin.The style of this college really makes many students feel fearful and puzzled.

Walking slowly back to his office, he spread out the parchment, after much deliberation, he still felt that it would be better for the child's other adoptive father to do his best.The owl quickly flew out of Hogwarts with his letter. He stood by the window, thinking about the situation in the European continent, thinking silently, and finally turned around and sat down again, unfolding another piece of paper, and writing quickly.

After the owl's letter was sent, Dumbledore never got a reply, not even a Floo call, which made him frown a little dissatisfied.Although the New Future Alliance has a lot of issues recently, don't you care about your son?

Credence seems to be stable now, but the child is still so young, and it must be prevented before it happens.He poked the person in the photo dissatisfied, and almost wanted to make a face, but thinking that he was also 30 years old, he could only restrain himself, put the photo in the drawer, and continued to batch homework.

But after half a month of this delay, Dumbledore turned from dissatisfaction to worry and doubt. He didn't know what happened to the New Future Alliance, and wondered if he should write a letter to the core members he knew.But at the breakfast table, I received a letter from an owl.

Credence sat at the dining table and looked up. Even though he hadn't communicated with his adoptive father for a long time, both of them nodded politely when they met. He was so polite that he was even more unfamiliar than ordinary teachers and students. He still paid attention to his adoptive father quietly.He couldn't change this habit. Years of getting along gave them a close relationship that surpassed everything, no worse than any biological father-son relationship.

But this morning, he was surprised to see that the blood on his adoptive father's face faded instantly after opening the letter, and he even knocked over the glass of juice with his hand.He had never seen such embarrassment before. No matter how big the matter was, Professor Dumbledore was the pillar of the family. He could think of a solution quickly and calmly, and he would never lose his composure.Of course, the other students hadn't seen it either, and everyone who looked up because of the sound of the cup breaking was surprised to see that Professor Dumbledore didn't even repair it, so he got up and walked towards the principal.

Seeing what Dumbledore said to the principal, he quickly left. Credence immediately jumped up from the table and ran after him with all his strength.On the run, he forgot the cold relationship for more than half a month, and the deliberate estrangement from his classmates. He only wanted to know about his father and what happened in his family.

"Professor Dumbledore! Professor!" He shouted a few times before the other party heard him, "Papa!"

The call finally brought back Dumbledore's somewhat slack spirit, he stopped when he came back to his senses, turned around and looked at his adopted son struggling to run towards him.Credence, who was running too fast, couldn't stop the car for a while, and almost threw himself on him, panting for a long time: "What happened? Is it aunt?"

Dumbledore shook his head, still looking at him with an angry and panicked face, but didn't speak.

Credence's expression also changed slightly, and he lowered his voice and asked, "Dad?"

Dumbledore didn't reply, but he couldn't help biting his lower lip because of the word. He couldn't move clearly, and a tooth mark was clearly left on his lips.

He didn't expect that the letter he received this morning came from the United States Department of Magic.Dumbledore, who didn't know what relationship he had with the Ministry of Magic across the Atlantic Ocean, opened the letter suspiciously, and saw that the note he had written at the beginning fell out, and at the same time there was another neat letter:

"Your target recipient has been temporarily detained by our department, and the letter has been returned.

Yours sincerely, Law Enforcement, Magical Congress of America. "

When Dumbledore saw this note, his mind almost went blank. He instinctively wanted to hold the cup and drink some ice juice to wake up his mind, but he knocked over the glass, and the crisp cracking sound also played a role in awakening his mind.He thought of many questions in an instant:

Fortunately, only one sentence was written on the note: That kid needs you to talk to him.The signature is just an A.This will not expose his relationship with Grindelwald, and it will be more conducive for him to use his available power in the magic world.He has to ask for leave first, he can't go to the United States first, he has to talk to the core members of the new alliance, and then ask friends in the United States to inquire about the news.Why the hell does the Magical Congress of America imprison his people?

Forcibly suppressing the chaotic thinking, but also unable to suppress the anger.Dumbledore could only lower his body, stroked his son's head and said: "If you have any problems, write to your uncle, and he will deal with it. Don't tell him about it, otherwise he will be even more angry. You Auntie will be worried too." After a pause, he said softly, "You have already started school and are a growing boy, you have to learn to take care of yourself."

Credence suppressed his panic and reached out to hug him. His height was only up to Dumbledore's waist, and Dumbledore half bent over, hugged his son, and listened to his little son whisper: "You have to bring Dad back safely!"

"I will," Dumbledore promised, "I will."

One of the core members of the new future is Jose Django, a believer in the Spanish Ministry of Magic where Grindelwald once lived.Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder silently on his way home.Django looked back and saw the face under the brim of his hat, and almost blurted out to call him brother and sister.He suppressed his voice in his throat, and whispered: "Merlin's hair, Albus, why are you here?"

Dumbledore gave a hush, set up a dense fog, walked with him to a place where there was no one, and said softly: "I wrote to Gellert, but the letter was returned, and the sender turned out to be the Magical Congress of America. , they say Gellert is in custody."

Django smiled bitterly: "I wanted to hide this from you, but we are already thinking of a way." He paused, "The Magical Congress of America sued him for killing a Muggle woman."

"What? How is it possible?" Dumbledore raised his voice incredulously.

Django scratched his hair irritably: "The Ministry of Magic said that he was caught on the spot. It has been interrogated for a while, and it will be judged in a public trial in a few days."

Dumbledore pursed his lips tightly, quickly suppressed the anger and anxiety in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Although he has a bad temper, he will never do such a thing!"

Django nodded: "Of course, although many of our saints hate Muggles, Gellert has always controlled it very well. In the management regulations of the new future, there is a clause that Muggles must not be killed without reason. I believe he will not break the rules he made himself." He paused, "The Magical Congress of America also has people from us, and his order to bring us out is to find a woman named Leta Lestland. Odd lady."

"Leta? What does this have to do with Leta?" Hearing the name, Dumbledore stopped and looked at Django in surprise.

"At the scene, besides the dead Muggle lady, there was also a little boy. It was originally one of the orphans adopted by the Muggle, but the identity could not be confirmed. So Gellert asked us to find this Ms. Rita." Django was also a little unbelievable, "But as far as I know, this lady is only 14 years old."

Dumbledore stood there thinking for a while, then said softly: "The Lestrange family once lost a child, a boy, who has been missing for a long time, and is Rita's younger brother."

Django opened his mouth wide and said after a while, "So the boy next to Gellert is the lost one of the Lestrange family?"

Dumbledore nodded, and said in a softer voice: "As far as I know, the reason he disappeared was because someone wanted to hunt him down."

Django stomped his feet anxiously: "That's not surprising! If the Muggle was actually killed by the pursuers, this matter can be resolved. But how did he get involved with this matter?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed, he thought of something, but he couldn't tell Django, he just said: "Then we can only talk about it when we see him." He paused, "How are you going to take Lita away? "

For the safety of the students, Hogwarts has very strict protective magic. It is really difficult to take a student away from the school.

Django thought about it awkwardly, but when he thought about the relationship between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, he finally said: "We have a disappearing cabinet in your school."

Dumbledore said nothing with a sullen face, and Django couldn't help but beat the drums. After all, the students who were going to be taken away were Hogwarts students, and Dumbledore knew them too.I heard Dumbledore say at this moment: "I'm going back to England, and I'll go and tell Lita. If it is really necessary to use the disappearing cabinet," he looked up at Django, "I will take her there myself."

Django looked into those blue eyes, and suddenly, as if he saw Grindelwald in a rage, he shuddered.Although this person has many moral standards, sometimes he will cross the line, and he should not be provoked lightly.

They agreed on a time and place to meet with him. Jiang Ge went to the United States first, and Dumbledore returned to England immediately.When Lita was stopped, the girl was walking alone on the edge of the Black Lake in slightly cold weather.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then called her gently: "It's not a safe choice to be here alone at this time, Leta."

"There will never be a safe place in this world." Lita stopped coldly.

Dumbledore put his hands in his trouser pockets, what he was going to say made him very embarrassed, and he even showed a little shame to the little girl: "Leta, if you can, I would like to ask you to do me a favor." He He paused for a moment, and before Lita could answer, he finished speaking vigorously, as if he was afraid that he would not have the courage to continue, "I hope you will help a friend of mine to testify in court."

Rita turned her head to look at the lake, for a moment she chuckled as if hearing the best joke in the world, then turned her head to look at Dumbledore, mockingly said: "What does your friend have to do with me?"

"The case he is involved in is related to your brother." Dumbledore looked at her and whispered, "Rita, I am not asking you as your professor, I just, I must ask you, to help me this friend."

"How important is a friend, Professor, to ask you to ask for a little girl?" Lita didn't agree, but just looked at him with no expression.

"When we knew each other, he helped me a lot. Without him, I would not be where I am today." Dumbledore smiled wryly, "He is as important as life to me."

Lita looked at this professor in shock, this person who is always gentle, always looks strong, and can always find a solution to things, at this time slightly lowered his head, begging her with an unprecedented low profile, she couldn't help but sigh Q: "I'm curious who this friend of yours is."

"Although you don't know him, you must have heard his name." Dumbledore smiled helplessly, and he looked at the black lake that was blown into waves by the wind. "His name is Grindelwald." Listening to Li Ta gasped, Dumbledore turned his head, and said hastily, "Listen, Leta, he's not what you imagined..."

But Lita interrupted him: "Excuse me, does your friend have slightly curly blond hair?"

Although photos of him are often seen in newspapers, Grindelwald is always shown in black and white, without showing his hair. Dumbledore nodded in confusion.

Lita lowered her head and chuckled for a while: "Ten years ago, your friend saved my brother in the icy Pacific Ocean. Later, when I saw Mr. Grindelwald's photo in the newspaper, I was shocked. But after all, black and white photos can't show his hair color, and I have never pursued it." She said, raising her head, although her big eyes were smiling, her expression showed pain beyond her age, "Professor, I am willing to help You are busy."

Dumbledore looked at her, and the past flashed down like lightning. He had been suspicious since Django told him he was looking for Leta, and now he was finally sure why Grindelwald was involved in this matter.

Because ten years ago, their family Credence was replaced by this little girl on a whim, which made Grindelwald curious about how the situation would develop, and then rescued Rita's younger brother in the sea.That's why Grindelwald brought Credence, who is a distant relative of the Dumbledore family and whose parents are unknown, back to their home and became the adopted son of the two of them.

There may always be a cycle in the world, and all people are intertwined, forming an invisible circle in the dark.

The Ministry of Magic's trial of Grindelwald is imminent, and they don't have time to say more.Dumbledore didn't use the disappearing cabinet at all, he justly found an excuse for Rita, asked for leave for her, took her to get a portkey, and crossed the Atlantic to New York and the United States.

When handing Lita to the new future saint, he said softly: "Although I don't know what Gellert needs from you, I believe that you are a brave and powerful girl."

Lita looked at him and chuckled lightly: "I hope your praise is not because I can help your friend."

Dumbledore was amused by her: "Of course, of course not! Leta, you have always been an amazing girl." To be able to persist in such an environment until now, and not to retaliate excessively against her classmates who bullied her, Instead, he presses these things on his own heart, which is already very remarkable.

The sky-high building of the Magic Council looks very grand during the day, highlighting the emerging power of the city, but at night, despite the bright lights, the over-tall buildings still give people a cramped pressure.

Dumbledore followed the crowd into the interrogation hall of the Congress. Hearing that it was Grindelwald who was going to be interrogated, many people from the Ministry of Magic from various countries came to see the joke.Dumbledore had transfigured himself a bit, and was inconspicuous among these people.He stood in the front row and listened to the excited discussions around him, his face almost sank.

Even if it is an objective comment, as long as it touches their own interests, even if they are just criticizing correctly, these people will ignore justice, abuse their power, and take personal revenge at the right time.

After the bell rang, all the people in the audience looked at the gate in unison and solemnly. The iron gate with imprisoned magic slowly opened, and the people from the law enforcement department nervously pointed their wands at the black magic vanguard who strode into the courtroom as if no one else was around. , but saw the person being interrogated stepping onto the interrogation platform, looking up at the audience, and then sneered coldly: "It seems that you can't do Aiacus anymore."

Some of the bystanders almost jumped up and shouted, "Grindelwald! Be serious!"

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and looked over: "Isn't this the Director of Muggle Affairs in Italy? What wind brought you here? How many innocent people in the Italian magic circle have been sent into the mouths of Muggles during this time, Let them be humiliated by Muggles while you take it easy to feel that the Statute of Secrecy has been kept secret?"

Before the quarrel broke out, the people from the interrogation department knocked on the mallet to signal the silence of the audience, and then looked at Grindelwald: "Mr. Grindelwald, we have Aurors who testified that you killed an asshole Ms. Gua, will you admit it?"

"Nonsense!" Grindelwald raised his head and looked at them contemptuously, "How many times have you asked, the file is right by your hand! And you have checked the wand countless times, it must have told you my last What kind of magic did you cast! However, you insist on conducting this inexplicable trial in public, do you want to extort a confession, so that you can add another soul to the banner of the Department of Justice of the Magical Congress of America?"

He didn't wait for the people above to reply, he opened his hands slightly, and the pair of heterochromatic eyes that made people feel awe-inspiring after touching looked at everyone who listened: "My brothers, sisters, and friends in the magic world, this This is the justice you believe in, this is the Ministry of Magic you believe in! How many people in your family were sent to prison by their unreasonable laws? How many hundred years have you lived under this unreasonable control? Muggles outside We all know that we are constantly updating, but what about us? We, the descendants of magic, have to restrain our wings and live in the world. It’s fine to avoid Muggles, but the person who made this regulation will forcefully wear shackles and charge them with inexplicable crimes. On their heads! Just like me today!"

"Mr. Grindelwald, who doesn't know that you are known to hate Muggles?" People from the Law Enforcement Department couldn't help interrupting him!

"I still generally hate the Ministry of Magic of various countries? May I ask if any member of the Ministry of Magic died in my hands?" Grindelwald turned to look at him, tilted his head slightly, and asked sneeringly, "I'm still here. What about Professor Dumbledore who criticized Hogwarts in the newspaper! Isn't he living a good life in school now?"

Dumbledore, who was watching, couldn't help chuckling. Although this sound was light, it was particularly obvious in the quiet interrogation hall made quiet by Grindelwald's arrogant words. Many people looked over, and Dumbledore could only pretend Not issued by itself.

Grindelwald in the hall slowly raised his head and looked this way. Their eyes met in the air. Dumbledore could only look at him indifferently, while Grindelwald's face slowly bloomed. smile.Although more than ten days in prison made him look a little thinner, but his slightly long blond hair was not tied up at this time, it was slightly curled and draped over his shoulders, revealing the brilliant color of the noon sun, and his handsome face had just faded away. , revealing a trace of warmth, some ladies present couldn't help showing expressions of admiration and regret.

He turned his head, his aggressive look relaxed a little at this time, and he said lazily: "Why don't you bring the child who was present together, I think you have also extracted the scene from his brain that does not have Occlumency at all." memory." He said, snorting a laugh, "Evidently there is such a large amount of evidence, but you are still here to interrogate me?"

Since Grindelwald explained to them during the first interrogation, for so many days, Grindelwald has not spoken again about their repeated interrogation. Every time, he thinks that they were wasting time, repeating useless efforts, and intentionally wronged them. He, this made the law enforcement department so angry that they wanted to interrogate them publicly.But Grindelwald's sudden request made them embarrassed for a while. They did extract memories from the children at the scene. This is the biggest evidence, but they kept it secret.

At this time, the public prosecutor of the Law Enforcement Department said awkwardly: "Even if there is such a memory, it cannot prove that you did not modify his memory. After all, black magic..."

Before he finished speaking, the audience had already started to uproar, and of course Grindelwald's believers took the lead: "This is a bit too much, even if the following is a person who is proficient in black magic, but there are double evidences of wand and memory, it is still like this public trial?"

"Being strict with me today is naturally because I am the stare of everyone. But will such power be imposed on others one day?" Grindelwald took the opportunity to ask mockingly.

His words caused the people present to discuss in low voices, and the presiding judge had to knock on the table again: "Silence, silence!"

The boy in question was brought up quickly, and Dumbledore couldn't help but glanced at him. He should be the same age as Credence, but he looked thinner and timid. He didn't even raise his head. Look around.

The presiding judge coughed lightly to call his attention: "Participant, is your name Credence Barburn?"

Dumbledore's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at Grindelwald quickly.Is that why he got involved in it?This child, after going to the United States, has the exact same name as their little Kerry?

Baierben agreed in a low voice: "Yes."

The presiding judge said again: "Mr. Baierben, please repeat the events of the day to those present. Please note that what you want to say is true and effective."

Bairben shivered, looked around, turned around suddenly, pointed at Grindelwald, and said in a thin and trembling voice, "It was him! He killed my adoptive mother!"

This sentence caused the audience to be in an uproar again, and their voices couldn't even recall the silence of the presiding judge several times.

Grindelwald was not surprised, and even raised his eyebrows and smiled mockingly: "I didn't expect you to have the courage to say such a thing? I am afraid that even if your father is alive, he would not dare to insult me ​​like this." He paused, Staring slightly at the boy in front of him, he said slowly, "Mr. Cous Lestrange!"

Baierben opened his mouth wide for a moment and looked at him in shock. This was obviously the first time he had heard of his real name.And this name shocked the spectators collectively. They couldn't even utter a sound for a while, and they all looked at the young man who had forgotten everything in the same surprise.

Grindelwald looked up at the trial seat at this time: "Although you can't wait to find me guilty immediately, according to the relevant regulations of the Ministry of Magic of various countries, I have the right to interrogate. Therefore, I request that the Law Enforcement Department of the Magical Congress of the United States provide me with information from the interrogation. The memories taken away from the body and the memories of this boy!"

The people from the law enforcement department couldn't help standing up: "How do we know if you have modified the memory of this boy before seeing us!"

Dumbledore sighed, what a stupid question!

Grindelwald on the field laughed unabashedly as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke in the world: "First, the moment the Muggle lady died, the American Aurors appeared collectively, and I counted them supernatural powers." Guangda, it is impossible to perform memory modification at this moment, otherwise, would you Aurors collectively lose their memory? Second, if you believe that I have modified his memory but have not detected it, then I would like to ask, you Is the magic teaching in the United States like rubbish, even this simple interrogation magic? Third, you suspect that I have modified his memory, so I also want to ask, after you imprison me and this young gentleman for half a year In the middle of the month, have you revised the memory of Barburn, that is, Mr. Lestrange?"

Dumbledore let out a long breath, these three questions pointed to the center, beautifully asked!

The onlookers and interrogators at the scene clenched the armrests of the chairs reluctantly, but after a moment of silence in the auditorium, someone shouted: "Hand over the evidence!"

Soon, calls for "Hand over" came one after another, making the face of the law enforcement department turn pale. Even though Grindelwald was criticizing various industries every day, and some people in the auditorium were dissatisfied with him, his words today still quickly ignited out of the auditorium.

Grindelwald actually stretched his arms and raised his hands, thanking the auditorium.Standing beside him, Dumbledore couldn't help but sneer.When is it, and what show are you doing!

The Law Enforcement Department finally had to display this piece of memory in the air. One piece belonged to Bairben and the other piece belonged to Grindelwald. Although the perspectives of these two pieces are different, the content is basically the same.