Who hacked my protagonist

"Everyone be quiet, be quiet." A member of the Ministry of Magic waved his hand vigorously. He seemed too excited, and he shouted several times before remembering to use a 'loud voice' for himself: "I am the Ministry of Magic. Representatives, please be quiet."

After all, the Ministry of Magic is the government on the bright side of the magic world, and its prestige in the hearts of the people is still very high. Even the ancient aristocrats who are arrogant, have their own actions in private, but many things are subject to the shackles of the Ministry of Magic on weekdays. , Therefore, the shouts of the crowd quickly quieted down with the eager movements and shouts of the representatives of the Ministry of Magic.

"I am Ed Stoker, a representative of the Ministry of Magic, and I am here to announce the latest news, yes, extremely shocking news." Mr. Stoker, the representative of the Ministry of Magic, enjoyed the attention of everyone He continued to speak: "We all know that the reason why our British magic community was able to win this war this time is that one person's credit cannot be ignored. His strength, gentleness and great sentiment Everyone has to admit it, so after discussing with all the officials of our Ministry of Magic, we decided to invite this great wizard to become our new Minister of Magic!" He almost yelled out the last sentence.

With a swipe, everyone's eyes fell on the brown-haired man at the side, each with their own thoughts, but no matter what they thought in their hearts, everyone on the surface held their breath in unison, waiting for the man's reply.

"Mr. Dumbledore." Ed Stocker looked at Albus earnestly: "Many years ago, we also invited you to be our Minister of Magic, but you refused, so now, you have to do it again." Reject us once and for all?"

When Albus heard this Mr. Stoke's words, he had to admit that he was surprised, and at the same time, he did not deny the slightest emotion in his heart.

Worshiping gazes, sincere love, just a small gesture or a casual word can affect the emotions of countless people and cause a huge impact.

This feeling is dazzlingly beautiful, like the sweetest honey in the world, like the purest fine wine brewed by elves, and like the most touching beauty in the world, who can easily induce the sin called greed and make people addicted Among them, inextricable...

Many years ago, he almost agreed to agree to this matter, but his remaining reason made him reject this green olive branch—he was not sure, once he was exposed to the sweet taste of power as a young man, Can you still maintain yourself.

But now, many years later, he received this invitation again, under the circumstances that everyone was eagerly looking forward to.

If he really accepts the invitation of the Ministry of Magic, Albus believes that he can easily become the uncrowned king of the British magic world with his status as the Minister of Magic, his powerful magic power and his high prestige.

The aloofness I once dreamed of is now in front of me, within reach.

Ah, he seems to be a little moved!thought Albus sadly but honestly.

This is not so good!He originally thought that after so many years, he would have a strong resistance to power, but now it seems that he still can't.

Power seems to be his weakness, and it can still seduce him.

Albus never dared to overestimate his abilities, including his self-control, and he was more eager to return to the purest land of England than a complex institution like the Ministry of Magic.

So Albus tactfully but resolutely rejected the olive branch extended by the Ministry of Magic, and quickly left the party.

There was a cool breeze, and Albus enjoyed this feeling very much, as if he had returned to the time more than 40 years ago. At that time, he opened the window, and in such a clear breeze, he devoted himself to giving to the girl named Geller A special teenager writes a letter.

Albus narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his head and sniffed the smell of alcohol on his body, suddenly his figure flashed and disappeared in the middle of the street.

Gellert sat alone on the hard plank bed, looking at the night sky through the window above his head. His eyes were deep and piercing, and his body was clean and fresh. came in.

But in fact, this is indeed a prisoner. His daily food expenses are no different from other prisoners in Nurmengadry. All the delicacies brought in by the saints are thrown by him to unknown places with magic. and raged about it.

Gellert didn't care about those external things, he just wanted to separate himself from everything, calm down completely, and then think about it seriously.

However, tonight, Nurmengard seems to have guests.

Gellert heard the rapid panting sound from outside the door, and the corners of Gellert's mouth raised a gentle arc unconsciously.

"Now that you're here, come in, Albus."

Albus let go of the poor German wizard who was captured by him to lead the way, quickly and decisively gave him a 'no sight', and then shoved the poor wizard into a hidden place.

It was also because of this pause that the brunette man's feverish brain was blown awake completely by the wind, and he realized what he had done.

He actually cast 'Apparition' continuously and ran to Nurmengard.

Albus stared at the door in front of him, and his breath, which was already short of breath due to the consumption of a lot of mana, became even heavier.

He knew who lived behind this door.

He held out his hand hesitantly, as if he wanted to push the door open, and then withdrew his hand the next moment.

The heart was pounding in the chest, beating fast.

No matter how smart and rational people are, there will be times when they get nervous, even Albus Dumbledore who is Gryffindor is no exception.

Wait, wait until the next time he is ready, he must go in.After lingering outside the door for a while, Albus retreated.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice suddenly came from the door.

"Now that you're here, come in, Albus."

Gellert's voice sounded, and Albus suddenly felt relieved.

Then he pushed open the door that was never locked and walked in.

"You're here." Gellert looked up at the man who walked in, and smiled.

Albus hummed, not too dirty, and sat down directly opposite Gellert.

"Albus, I really didn't expect you to come to see me." Gellert looked carefully at the man in front of him, with undisguised joy in his eyes: "I'm so happy."

Albus looked up and looked around, his eyes trembled: "You live here?"

"It's fine here." Gellert said, and added after a pause, "You don't have to worry about me, I'll go out when I figure it out."

"What are you thinking?" Albus asked.

"A lot." Gellert made a thinking posture, and then looked at Albus seriously: "For example, the things between us..."

What's going on between us?Albus almost blurted it out, but he kept his mouth shut and didn't ask.

Gellert suddenly turned his head and sniffed, then frowned: "Have you been drinking?"

"Drink a little." Albus replied a little guilty.

"Don't drink alcohol in the future, it's bad for your health." Gellert warned, and then said: "If you want to drink, you can only drink with me."

Albus hummed first, then froze for the intimate and natural tone.

"Speaking of Albus, did you go to that magic shop to settle accounts with that profiteer?" Gellert naturally rubbed against Albus: "We agreed that no matter who survives, we will go and find out whoever is alive." That black store, I can’t go here now, you must vent your anger on me, I, Gellert Grindelwald, have never suffered such a loss.”

"By the way, next time you visit the prison, bring some of my favorite British dishes." Gellert showed a nostalgic expression: "I haven't eaten it for many years."

Prison visit?Albus frowned, instinctively rejecting the word.

Gellert stopped his thoughts, and he looked at Albus, becoming still.

"Are you guilty, Albus?" he asked, his voice soft. "Your victory has put me here in Nurmengard. Do you regret it?"

Albus shook his head without hesitation, his expression determined and firm: "Albus Dumbledore never regrets any of his decisions."

"Me too, Albus." Gellert chuckled, we're so similar in every way.

"Ah, let's bring that egg next time by the way." Gellert held his chin and put forward his thoughts seriously: "It cost so much gold Galleons to buy it, so it shouldn't be wasted ah!"

The author has something to say: suddenly I don’t know what to say, well, I admit that the last two chapters are very fluent, and I will try to speed up the pace.

Let me repeat at the end—the protagonist of this article is Albus Dumbledore, the principal is only one person, and Gellert is a supporting role. The relationship between the two is even more soy sauce!