HP - the time the ring is still

It is like an old man who is tortured by the heat of the world. Compared with other people, he needs more courage to walk in here.

Kleist knew that Principal Dumbledore would not give up. She had no intention of persecuting a kind old man like this. Kleist felt that such things as scheming should not be reserved for good people, but it is better to clarify some things in person. Frankly speaking, The most basic principle of mutual trust, of course, can be properly reserved when necessary.

Kleist stopped and waited for Principal Dumbledore to walk along this not-so-long road, and she said, "Professor, what kind of person do you think Getler Greenwald is, in your memory? "

"A man with the potential to succeed!"

"Hehehe, but you're the one who made him fail!"

"Yes!" The voice was melancholy, with unspeakable fatigue.

Kleist glanced at Headmaster Dumbledore, turned his head and stared ahead: "You are a great person, and great people are selfless, I am different from you, I am selfish, and the premise of everything has a purpose Sex, so I can live freely while you carry the burden."

"Everyone's existence has its own meaning, and every decision is to choose a more suitable and correct path for yourself. It's too early for you to assert. I didn't even know the future direction when I was your age. You have already It's come a long way!"

"I can go further, follow in your footsteps..."

"No," Principal Dumbledore looked at Kleist and examined, "It turns out that our path was wrong."

"You haven't finished walking, but I won't. I will step on your footsteps and walk out a path that belongs to me. I am not afraid of going the wrong way. With you by my side, there is nothing to worry about."

Headmaster Dumbledore stopped talking because they had arrived.Kleist stood at the door. It was a dilapidated small door. Even someone as tall as Kleist had to bend over and walk with his head down, let alone Principal Dumbledore and the others.But Kleist knew that this was just a disguise for outsiders to see, and the interior decoration that was opposite to this door was really eye-catching.

"Have you been here?" Kleist couldn't help asking before opening the door.

"No!" Not once.

Kleist twitched the corner of his mouth, pushed the door open, and said, "Then, please come in!" Principal Dumbledore didn't move, but stood at the door in a daze. This brave and fearless lion finally faltered in front of his former love. up.

Kleist lowered her eyes, she didn't understand Principal Dumbledore's feelings at this time, but if one day she and Thranduil turned against each other like this, then she might never take a step into Middle-earth, maybe she would Refuse all speech or information about him, maybe even remove him from your mind.She couldn't bear the kind of soul-tearing loneliness after losing. Love can make people strong and strong, but it can also make people weak.Kleist sighed softly, but quickly adjusted, she raised her head and strode in, "Sir, I..."

Kleist stared blankly at everything in front of him, and his first reaction was that he had come to the wrong place. This was not Getler Greenwald's study, and it was completely different from the place where she usually visited.This is a small and shabby old room. The previous expensive furniture and decorations are gone, replaced by a narrow and low bed, a simple small cabinet, and a kerosene lamp with a weak fire. , the bare ceiling is covered with cobwebs, and there is only a small window on the wall that is still covered with wire.Kleist didn't know if this was Nurmengard's original appearance or Getler Greenwald did it on purpose.

However, Kleist soon gave Getler Greenwald a thumbs up. She couldn't bear to watch this miserable sale.Kleist finally found Getler Greenwald in the darkness in the corner with the help of the dim light.At this moment, Kleist was unable to complain, the person in front of him was hardly the same person as he saw two days ago, with sloppy dry hair, pale complexion, wrinkled skin, thin body and ragged clothes , Kleist couldn't help applauding, and gave Getler Greenwald's performance full marks. Jiang is really old and hot, and he is worth learning by himself.

Kleist curled his lips and winked at Getler Greenwald with glowing eyes, but unfortunately he was ignored.She looked back at Principal Dumbledore and said, "Professor, you are the only one missing!"

Headmaster Dumbledore raised his head, looking a little at a loss. He still hasn't figured out how to face that person. It has been decades since they met for the last time. Even in a wizard's lifespan, it is a long time. Years and months have passed, and people think that time can dilute emotions, which cannot be said to be wrong, but emotions also have depths, don't they?He looked at the dark corridor, beautiful and silent, but the light from the low door was hotter than the fire, making his eyes sore unconsciously.He calmed down, adjusted his mentality, raised his foot, and finally walked in.

When Headmaster Dumbledore bent over and walked in, Kleist had already sat on a gorgeous high stool and took out a set of tea sets, skillfully brewing black tea, and Getler Grinwald sitting opposite her watched She nodded to him, pointed to the stool on the other side, and motioned him to sit down.

Headmaster Dumbledore quickly glanced at the environment here, then looked at the man in front of him in this brief silence, and sighed in his heart, after all, they still couldn't survive the years.He looked down at his gorgeous wizard robe again, looking out of place in this dilapidated environment, with an indescribable embarrassment and guilt lingering in his heart, fermenting a sour taste.

Kleist poured three cups of tea, held them one by one and said with a smile: "Sri Lankan black tea is said to be good, but I really like oriental black tea. How about the taste?"

Getler Greenwald took a sip, "Well, the taste is okay, but the soaking technique is not good."

Kleist stirred the teacup and rolled his eyes: "That's really wronging you!" He said, picking up the snack in front of Getler Grinwald and moving it to Principal Dumbledore, "I forgot , you don’t like sweets.” Then he turned his head and smiled at Principal Dumbledore, “Professor, this is a special little cake, flavored with rum, I guarantee you will fall in love with it once you eat it.”

"Thank you. Sweet is the most wonderful taste in the world."

Kleist shrugged indifferently, "Only those who are bitter would like to eat sweets, and I was raised by a honey pot."

Headmaster Dumbledore glanced at Kleist meaningfully, bowed his head and started eating.

Getler Greenwald put down his glass with a blunt face, "Tell me, what are you doing here?"

"I miss you!"

"Do not talk nonsense."

"Okay!" Kleist finally got serious, ready to tell him the plan they had made in the past two days, and listen to his opinion.Principal Dumbledore, on the other hand, drank black tea quietly as if he had been ignored by the two of them.Of course, his inner activities were much more excited than it appeared on the surface. He noticed that the relationship between the two was closer and more equal than he imagined between master and apprentice or subordinates and subordinates. It was very natural and casual.Such a relationship is delicate for the two of them.

Kleist: "The competition is over. Although it ended hastily, the previous effect was not bad. Now everyone knows that Hogwarts has a powerful witch. As for the next step, our focus is still on Clearbane. The island, where there will be the largest concentration of wizards in the wizarding world."

"You have a pretty good idea, what else?"

"For wizards who have a life span of nearly 200 years, it is too early to be an adult at the age of 17. I hope they can continue to study for a while, master more survival skills and work ability, and enter the society."

Getler Greenwald sneered: "Fantasy."

Principal Dumbledore also explained: "Since ancient times, wizards have reached adulthood at the age of 17. Their maturity is not based on age, but mainly depends on whether their magic power is stable or not."

Kleist: "It's useless to talk about magic power. It's useless for a person with a mental retardation to have the best magic power. Before becoming a real wizard, they need to learn more deeply, for example, how to look at the world, Understand your own world, as well as the outside world. Besides, the economy and employment environment in the wizarding world has been sluggish, and keeping them for two more years can ease the market pressure, and it is not a bad thing to learn more skills."

Headmaster Dumbledore frowned: "This is very dangerous, for them..."

Kleist: "It is because of the danger that they need to know the good and the bad in this world. A group of teenagers who have been protected in the ivory tower for years, do not even know what they will do in the future, so they blindly follow Then people lose themselves in this complicated and flashy world, either get married early and have children, and live a mediocre life, or degenerate into a dark wizard and cannot extricate themselves.”

Headmaster Dumbledore retorted: "What you said is only part of it."

Kleist's momentum suddenly rose, "No, this is what most wizards do. On the surface, they pretend to be superior to others, but secretly regard darkness and evil as their lifelong pursuit and purpose. I want to break This kind of confinement, people cannot do evil, even wizards can be kind."

Getler Greenwald took a sip of tea leisurely, and said with a sneer, "I don't know what it is. It really was brewed in a honeypot."

Kleist snorted coldly, the contempt in his eyes was obvious. "Yeah, I was spoiled and brought up." Albus Dumbledore noticed the relationship between the two.