The Good Life of Home Cook Grindelwald

When Dumbledore came to open the door, he was immediately surprised to see him, but he almost laughed when he saw the awkward butterfly.Just looking at Grindelwald's gloomy face, he suppressed such a smile and showed a brisk expression: "Gellert, good afternoon."

Grindelwald stuffed the box into his arms, and said politely, "Old Bathilda asked me to bring it to you."

Bathilda's bow is neatly tied, and she is also very proficient in transfiguration, so it won't make it as awkward as it is now.Dumbledore didn't say anything, just thanked him and led him into the living room.

Aberforth jumped up when he heard their voices. He looked at Grindelwald with a bad expression, but he gritted his teeth awkwardly thinking that he had prevented Ariana's outburst yesterday.And Grindelwald, in view of his unhappiness with the other party in his previous life, almost wanted to sneer.

Dumbledore didn't seem to see the strange expressions of the people in the room, so he opened the box calmly, cut a piece for each of them, and made tea before saying: "Yesterday was too hasty, and I didn't make a good job of it." Let me introduce. Aberforth, this is Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, Gail, this is my brother Aberforth, you have heard his name."

Aberforth stretched out his hand with a distorted face, and said roughly, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Grindelwald."

Grindelwald looked at him with a frown, and when he was about to retract his hand angrily, he stretched out his hand and shook it with a smile on his face: "Thank you, little Mr. Dumbledore."

Merlin!Dumbledore glanced at Grindelwald quickly with a smile and reproach: You can't talk well.

He needs to talk to me first!Grindelwald sat down angrily, and after watching Aberforth take a big mouthful of the pie, he frowned and asked, "This was made by Bathilda?"

of course not!Grindelwald ate slowly, and also felt that the taste was a bit strange, as if there was too much sugar, and it was all because Bathilda kept giving directions!On the contrary, Dumbledore ate with gusto, and said to Aberforth at this time: "I think it's good, Aberforth, don't be so picky."

"Who is your younger brother!" Aberforth said without hesitation.

"Of course it's you. I don't have the habit of mistaking others for my brother." Dumbledore refuted him immediately, shaking the fork in his hand, and then he glanced at Grindelwald quickly.

Grindelwald stared at Pi in front of him, but didn't look at him.He knew that his Albus essence was a frank and straightforward person, but because of the needs of life, he couldn't always hide some things, but in another way, with humorous and casual language.He wanted to say something but he couldn't say it. Only when he said half-truths and half-false words when joking, could it be true.

He thought, and raised his head arrogantly: "I don't have such a habit either. Albus is the only friend I recognize so far. He is a smart man." He paused and said deliberately, "I only hang out with smart people Be friends."

Aberforth was almost exasperated, not because he was implying that the young Dumbledore was not smart, but because he was worried that his brother had mistakenly made friends with gangsters.He looked at his elder brother sternly, with eyes revealing: Look at who the friend you make is, compared to Dorji, he is simply a scumbag!

Dumbledore sighed and changed the subject: "Is Anna sleeping again?"

Speaking of his little sister, Abufu's temper became milder: "Yes, she's tired. She broke out suddenly yesterday and then recovered under control. It exhausted her too much."

Grindelwald suddenly realized a problem. In his last life, he only saw the only outburst of this little girl, which was the day she died. She was usually depressed and in pain.He asked suspiciously: "Has she never been able to control herself after an outbreak, or realize that she has exploded?"

"Almost none, including the one when my mother died." Dumbledore said worriedly, "Yesterday was the first time."

"This shows that as she grows older, her magic power increases." Grindelwald frowned, "If you don't learn to control it, the growth of magic power will also increase the power of silence, or she swallows this power, or else The power swallowed her up."

Aberforth almost wanted to shout, how could it be so serious, how could it be so fast!But seeing his brother's expression, he knew it was true.He threw the plate on the table and cursed: "Damn it!" As he spoke, he repeated his request again, "I want to drop out of school! Go home immediately!"

"Can you solve the problem by dropping out of school? Coaxing your sister to eat more and sleep more can prevent her from being backlashed?" Grindelwald sneered, "Go to your school, little boy!"

"Little boy" Aberforth was angry, he stood up and said, "You look very old?"

I am over 100 years old!Of course it is older.Grindelwald didn't bother to talk to him, but Dumbledore thought about it and said softly, "Gail, you seem to be only one year older than Aberforth."

Aberforth, who ignored the opponent's age because of his height, almost laughed, but he frowned quickly: "Then why doesn't he go to school?"

The people in the room were silent at the same time, and Grindelwald thought: Should I say that I dropped out of school or that I was expelled?The former seems to be unconvincing, and the latter is even less convincing!

But Aberforth, who misunderstood this and was silent, was angry: "Why can't I drop out of school if he can drop out?"

This is easy to explain, Grindelwald immediately pulled out his wand, shook it lightly and said: "Freeze quickly." The tea in the teapot was sucked out immediately, and it turned into a round ice plate floating between them. He said again: "Torn apart." The ice tray didn't just shatter into pieces, but a rose was drawn on the crack as his wand wandered away.

He let the ice rose float in front of Dumbledore, and said politely: "For you, dear Al." After that, he turned his head and looked at Aberforth proudly, "I can do this to this extent .Can you?"

Aberforth saw his brother admiring the ice painting happily, and almost growled: "You actually let him call you honey! You two...! I'm so pissed off!"

Dumbledore laughed out loud, and while he was smiling, he tried hard to hold back his laughter so as not to make Aberforth even more angry. He could only turn his head to thank Grindelwald before saying to the angry Aberforth: "You don't call me dear, and you don't allow others to call you?"

At this moment Arianna woke up and came out, seeing the brothers who didn't know what they were arguing about, leaning against the door for a while, wondering whether to come in, Aberforth suppressed his anger, stretched out his hand to the little sister, and then He said angrily to his brother: "Anyway, I'm at home these two days, so you don't have to look at Anna, go out with your dear friend to study your great magic!"

After being kicked out of the house by his brother with his friends, Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald apologetically: "I'm sorry, Gail, my brother has always been grumpy, he didn't mean it."

"It's okay, I'm much more irritable than him." Grindelwald walked side by side with him, walked slowly towards the mountain, and said casually, "Besides, he cares about you, he loves you, loves your family, and wants to protect you That's all, I understand."

Dumbledore looked at him in surprise, and then looked at the mountain thoughtfully: "Yes, of course." He said, "But I don't think you are very irritable."

"Maybe it's because you didn't make me feel irritable." Grindelwald didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only say dryly.

Sometimes he really didn't know what to say to Dumbledore. They should be close for granted, but he resisted this kind of closeness.What have they been discussing all their lives?He tried to recall, deep in his memory, how to lure Dumbledore to join him with great interests, how he used Dumbledore's hatred for the harm Muggles had done to his family, and how Utilized Dumbledore's ingenuity, but also used his feelings.

If he has been in prison for more than 50 years, what he should confess most is this matter.In his life, in order to make Nurmengard to glory, he used many people, but these people are also using him.For revenge, for liberation, for the support of faith, for getting real rewards, and for being able to marry the person you want.The combination of interests is inevitable, especially the grievances between wizards and Muggles. Even if the reasons disappear, prejudice still exists.Even after Nurmengard collapses, those pure-blood descendants will fall into the arms of the Death Eaters.

But Dumbledore was different. He stood by his side, perhaps because he was attracted by talent and ideals, but more because he loved himself.He took advantage of this love, even though he thought, he loves Dumbledore anyway, and they will go to glory together in the future, Dumbledore is not a loss, isn't it?

Thinking about it now, how stupid!Such pure love, he only had this once in his life, and he abandoned it casually.He thought it didn't matter, and there would be more in the future.But never again in his life, no one loved him simply because he was just Gellert Grindelwald, whether he was a kicked out cocky schoolboy who really had nothing, or a powerful leader.

Dumbledore looked at him again in surprise after hearing his words.But he didn't ask, the two of them just walked slowly on the path.With the spring breeze blowing, it seemed that all the questions were suppressed, making people relaxed, and it was easier to ask some questions, he said at this time: "You once asked me, if there is a chance to change the present, what would I do. It sounds like you have some suggestions, but you don't think it's appropriate to tell me."

Too sharp and too smart, Grindelwald praised in his heart, but tightened his lips, looking for the right words.Dumbledore was not in a hurry beside him, just waiting, only the soft rustling of the wind blowing through the treetops, and then the sound of two people's footsteps rubbing against the path.

If Ariana was safe, he could still have Albus at his side, he could fix his great interests, and they could still achieve unrivaled success.

When he almost wanted to ask this question again, the words of the god of death surfaced again: Can you?

Gellert, there are those among your saints who are afraid of you, if your interests are really great, why are they afraid?Because you are just a tyrant.When they finally stop being afraid, or find it useless to be afraid, they will also rise up against you.If you're not a tyrant, they'll just question you, not silence, or fear.

They still discussed before the duel in 1945. Grindelwald stared at his toes and finally said: "I once thought that if we could rule Muggles, let them fear us instead of us fearing them, and bring the wizarding world to the world. Get out of the shadows, stand brightly in the sun, and no longer be oppressed by the "Secrecy Act", that's fine."

Dumbledore was stunned by the idea, but just as fascinated as ever.Of course, his sister had become what he was because of Muggles, his family was falling apart, and even he had to be stuck in this tiny village because of those stupid Muggles.Grindelwald grasped this point precisely in his last life. He magnified Dumbledore's resentment and hatred in his heart. Through the other party's obsession with him, he let his clever talent complement the early plans for himself. defect.

Seeing Dumbledore thinking about how to make the wizarding world stand in the sun, no longer afraid of Muggles, but Muggles afraid of them, Grindelwald almost felt that he was about to stand at the pinnacle of his life again.But when Dumbledore suddenly looked back at him with excitement in his eyes, he suddenly felt scared.

He will bring this man out of the mire again!He must, immediately, immediately, now, think of a way to make up for it!

Grindelwald looked at the people in front of him, and continued: "I used to think that no matter how innocent the Muggles were, they had acquiesced in the arrest of wizards, and in the name of heretics, tied them to the burning execution ground and sent them to death. They know that wizards are harmless, but in the name of fear, they persecute them in various ways. I thought, to treat others in the same way, how they treated us in history, I will do Treat them. If the wizarding world still obeys the Statute of Secrecy rottenly, then I will start a war in the wizarding world, let them know, who is right. If they won't listen, arrest them, when they will Listen and release it. If Muggles refuse to abide by our rule, then kill them. Kill them until they are afraid and willing to listen. At that time, I will be God, and I will lead the wizarding world out of the darkness. They should worship me and only listen to me, I am the only one right."

That's the heart of the great good, the root and real dream of his dominion, not just masquerading as liberating the wizarding world, not the modified plan just to get Albus to his side, the real one, finally The goal.

On the deserted hill, the wind blew through the newly sprouted beeches, and the two people under the tree did not speak, only letting the wind blow, and the leaves kept ringing.Grindelwald looked at the person in front of him calmly with his hands behind his back, his young face even showed a coldness of indifference to everything, but Dumbledore was almost stunned by his words, and just watched with a pair of blue eyes he.

After a while, Dumbledore seemed to come back to his senses, and frowned slightly: "Although I also think that wizards should not always hide, but your way is not the best way. And Gellert, no one I will only listen to you."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and smiled contemptuously: "Why? Why can't you just listen to me alone? If I am correct, even if my means are too much, but they can't find a suitable way anyway, what's the point of listening to me? wrong."

This is definitely not right, this sounds very good content, using cruel means, Dumbledore said softly: "They will say you are a tyrant, even if your ideas are correct, but victory by force will inevitably Overthrown by force. Alexander once occupied a vast land, but after his death, he fell apart immediately, and even when he was alive, he had to face one after another resistance. This consumed too much energy, but he could not focus on finding properly managed."

He knows, of course he knows, since the establishment of Nurmengard, we have been fighting, slaughtering Muggles, and fighting against the wizarding world, and the people of Nurmengard also have different ideas within themselves, often confronting, we only think about Expansion, but never thought about how to maintain such a range with such power.In fact, there are many elites in Nurmengadri who provided excellent ideas and rational methods, but they all died in the internal struggle and purge.The excellent brilliance was not preserved, leaving only the bloodthirsty high pressure.

But he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to simply admit that his ideas would perish so simply.

At this time, Dumbledore could not find a more suitable way to refute him as he did later, because he hadn't seen the cruelty and cruelty of these ideas after they were implemented, and he hadn't seen the people he once loved became The biggest Dark Lord in Europe, who has no respect for life, has plunged the wizarding world into new chaos.

He looked down on Voldemort, the soul that split him, thinking that he could not die, he could truly become a god, and he gained respect entirely by high-pressure killing.When he saw Voldemort's management style in the newspaper, he almost fell down with laughter, and he didn't learn anything from the way of his predecessors.Thinking about it now, he just had a seemingly good original intention, the process looked better than Voldemort, and the result was the same.

Dumbledore seemed to want to persuade him: "Force is not the best solution, so,"

There was a rustling sound behind them, interrupting their words. Grindelwald turned his head coldly, it was just a gopher, but he killed the annoying gopher with a wave of his wand.Looking back, seeing Dumbledore's pale expression, he shrugged: "I think force is simpler and more effective, don't you? That's why I said, I'm much more grumpy than your brother."

That's enough, Dumbledore will no longer be obsessed with his ideas, and discover what kind of person he is, and then say goodbye to him with Dumbledore's upbringing, and all this can be over.

The spring breeze blew again, blowing Grindelwald's long hair that he refused to tie up. His blond hair covered his eyes for a while, and he didn't move, just looked at Dumbledore through the hair With dazed eyes, he didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or regret his decision.Then he watched as Dumbledore raised his hand, ran his fingers gently through his hair, and pinned it behind his ears so the wind wouldn't disturb them again.

Dumbledore withdrew his hand, and explained in vain with a little embarrassment: "This is much better, isn't it?"

This time it was Grindelwald's turn to be stunned. He looked at Dumbledore a little at a loss, not understanding why things were going this way, so he heard Dumbledore say: "I can understand, your thoughts, I also think that in the wizarding world, it is meaningless to just dodge, but you are too dangerous." He frowned as he said, "As much power as you exert, as much power will be rebounded."

Grindelwald wanted to give him a disdainful sneer at him for not being able to keep up with him, but Dumbledore went on to say, "I admire you for thinking so much at your age. But I think it's It's not your sincere words, your words always seem to remind me of what kind of dangerous path my thoughts would lead me to take."

As Dumbledore spoke, he seemed a little shy again. He quickly glanced at Grindelwald, then turned his head away immediately, and said in a low voice, "Maybe I was being sentimental and troubled you. I'm sorry."

Grindelwald thought, what do you have to apologize for, to me, you never have to apologize.

But he couldn't say anything, he could only turn his head away, looking at the sunshine on the hill, he was speechless for a while and said: "Go back, it will get cold later. Your brother should worry about you."

Dumbledore followed him along the way without any doubts. They arrived at Bagshot's house first. Dumbledore stopped and said, "Gellert, what you said today is very meaningful. I will think about it, but you also Think it over."

Grindelwald didn't speak, just nodded slightly. He felt that his face must look bad, but Dumbledore could still speak to him gently, which really surprised him.But what surprised him even more was yet to come. Dumbledore continued, "If I think of something, can I write to you?"

"Yes, of course." Grindelwald suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, watched Dumbledore take a few steps back, with his hands behind his back, he didn't know what to think, and then waved his hands happily at himself without turning his head. He was very happy, but left in a hurry.

This familiar attitude and familiar back made the vines in Grindelwald's heart tighter. Those vines must have been transfigured and turned into iron chains, tightening his heart so that he did not dare to act rashly. long sigh.