HP - the time the ring is still

Ward.

When Kleist pushed the door and entered, Getler Greenwald was sitting at the desk with his head bowed and writing something seriously. Without even raising his head, he said, "Miss Coburg, is it necessary to knock before entering?" The most basic etiquette."

Kleist casually sat down at the desk, knocked on the armrest and ordered a glass of juice, casually as if in his own dormitory, Getler Greenwald saw this and was too lazy to comment.After drinking the fruit juice, Kleist smiled and said, "You have nothing here, and you still knock on the door, it seems that we are so divided!"

"It's better to divide the birth!"

Kleist looked at Getler Greenwald, who was looking down and focused, and suddenly said in the intimate tone of a girl acting like a baby: "Sir, you actually like me very much, don't you?"

"I've never seen such a narcissist like you, little girl, you're so self-righteous."

"Sir, if you say that, I'm leaving." Kleist pouted unhappily, confident.

Getler Greenwald was so annoyed by Kleist that he didn't want to study. He stopped writing and stared at Kleist, "Tell me, what are you doing here in the morning? Are you on vacation?"

Kleist smiled and said, "Sir, I can come even if I don't have a holiday! By the way, this is for you." After speaking, Kleist took out a small wooden box from his space bag and put it on the desk , smiled and continued: "Thank you for the gem before. I think it would be insincere for me to give you the gem with your wealth. This is the unique tobacco in the world. You can try it. Oh, of course you must use this .”

Getler Greenwald frowned and took a slender black wooden pipe from Kleist. After examining it carefully, he took off his glasses and threw it on the table. "It's another special product." The unknown wood has a unique fragrance, simple shape but exquisite workmanship, and the details are well handled, it is a good thing.Getler Greenwald pointed to the special mark on the pipe and asked, "What is this?"

Kleist looked at the mark and sighed secretly, forgetting that those dwarfs like to leave marks on the things they made, pretending to be innocent and said: "It's just a craftsman's mark, sir, try it." Kleist actually has one too. A slender pipe, but hers was silver and smaller and more delicate.

Getler Greenwald squinted at Kleist, and reluctantly opened the wooden box. It was a box of shredded tobacco, and he could already smell its unique, fragrant and wonderful breath before getting close to it without breathing hard.Unlike before, Getler Greenwald couldn't wait to stuff the shredded tobacco into the pipe, ready to light it.

Kleist stopped, "Sir, use this."

Getler Greenwald stopped, glanced at the thing Lester handed over, it was a stone tinder box, it seemed to match this pipe, he frowned and said nothing, took it Immediately, I took a deep breath.

The same was true for Kleist, both of them sat casually on their chairs, puffing and enjoying themselves.

As we all know, dwarves like to smoke a few puffs, and the little wizards who are close to them all have pipes and tobacco as gifts from them.Dwarf's tobacco is really good, with a sweet taste and full stamina, the key is that it is not addictive.The little wizards will smoke twice if they have nothing to do.Of course, they never smoked in front of elves. If Thranduil saw them, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After a pipe of tobacco was burned out, Getler Greenwald asked Kleist with a relaxed expression in the cloud created by the two, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Kleist cleaned his pipe and said with a smile, "What do you think I will do to you?"

Getler Greenwald sneered: "I can't figure out your colorful stomach!"

"Sir, do you want me to call you if I have something to do?"

Getler Greenwald sneered: "I didn't look for you!" The implication was that Kleist himself sent it to the door.

"Heh," Kleist chuckled, "Sir, don't deny it so quickly, even though we didn't get along so happily at first, we have developed feelings over the years!" Kleist teased mischievously Eyebrow, smiled and put the pipe back into the bag.

Getler Greenwald scorned: "Come on, put away those cheap feelings!"

Kleist sat upright, "Okay, since sir has said so, then, I want sir to do me a favor."

Getler Greenwald squinted his eyes at Kleist and said with a chuckle, "Didn't I help you little in the past two years?"

"Sir, you are duplicity! Then let me tell you the truth," Kleist leaned forward, looked directly at Getler Greenwald with his blue eyes, raised his head and asked, "I want to make contributions in the magic world, Would you like to help me, sir?"

"The tone is not small!" Although Getler Greenwald said so, his heart was already full of joy, and he was waiting for this sentence.

Kleist curled his lips in disdain, "You almost laughed out loud, and you're still pretending!"

"Cough," Getler Greenwald cleared his throat, calmed down and asked, "Why did you suddenly have this idea? I see that you were not very interested in the wizarding world before."

Kleist stroked the handle of the seat casually, and said calmly: "I'm not interested in it now! I just want those disobedient people to be obedient, and obedient people are more obedient. When I have the ability When you have the power to change it, why not do it!"

Getler Greenwald crossed his hands on the table, his light blue eyes were shining brightly, "Kleist, put aside those high-sounding reasons, I know, in fact, you are a cold person in your bones, the only one who is close to you You can’t let go of those people, it’s those kids who influenced you.”

Kleist looked back at Gettle Greenwald seriously, "I have indeed experienced some things recently. When I came out of this incident, I found that I am stronger and more fearless than before. I want to protect The people around me, and I already have enough strength, the next step is to start implementing it!"

"You really don't look like a child. To be precise, all of you don't look like a child. I want to say that maybe there are some forces behind you, but it is very difficult for these Muggle forces to infiltrate the wizarding world."

"That's why I need your help, sir!"

Getler Greenwald scorned, "You want me to go all out, but I don't want to give it, it's not good!"

"I walk the road you haven't walked, and fulfill your unfinished dream, isn't it just as you wish?"

"My dream has long since ceased to exist. You are walking your own path, but I have become an escalator. Why?"

Kleist and Getler Greenwald looked at each other, her aura suddenly increased, and she strongly suppressed Getler Greenwald and said: "When I am admired by thousands of people, and you standing by my side will also Same."

"Really wait until then, I'm afraid it will be those children standing by your side instead of me!"

"Sir, your worries are unnecessary."

"My reputation is not good, and when the world knows that I am standing behind you, plus your age and background, I am afraid it will be regarded as a premeditated scam."

"Don't worry, Mr. People in the world are deceived. They don't think about things that have nothing to do with them. What they blindly follow only needs a belief to give them a firm belief and support them to live! And this is exactly My husband needs help, give me a stage to show my strength, let the world know my strength and be impressed by me."

"Now?"

"Yes, right now."

Getler Greenwald laughed suddenly, very relaxed, he tapped on the table, "Susil, please come here!"

Kleist knew that Getler Greenwald began to use resources for her and introduced his contacts to her. As for whether she could control it, it was her own business.

During the time spent waiting for someone, the pair of year-end friends began to vomit again, "I really can't tell, you are not old, and you are addicted to smoking!"

"Hey, the family is very strict, so it's just a secret smoking!"

Getler Greenwald spit out a smoke ring, squinted and said: "I have worked hard to teach you for a few years, and I only got this box of shredded tobacco..."

"Sir, you have seen so many good things, we have to sell rashly, if we don't choose well, what a loss, I promise, next time you get a good thing, you will take the first share."

Getler Greenwald: "Glib."

When Susil Medalum walked into the study, she was surprised by the strong smell of smoke. In the smog, she seemed to see a figure she had seen before, which made her lose her mind for a moment.

"You came!"

Getler Greenwald's deep voice brought Susil Medalum back to his senses quickly, and he approached the two with a calm expression. He stood beside Getler Greenwald, carefully scrutinized the situation while sitting on the sofa, his eyes were blurred and twitched. The girl smoking a pipe turned to Getler Greenwald suspiciously, and asked respectfully, "My lord?"

Getler Greenwald stood up, "Let me introduce, Susil Medalum, the current headmaster of Durmstrang. Kleist Coburg, my little friend."

Kleist stood in front of Susil Medalum, smiled and stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you, ma'am!"

Getler Greenwald looked at Kleist's left hand with the glove removed, frowned slightly but didn't say anything to stop it.

Susil Medalum is a well-dressed witch with white hair. She has deep forehead lines and drooping nasolabial folds. She looks like a serious and bad-tempered old lady, more than Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall goes above and beyond.

Susil Medalum is still looking at Kleist, she thinks this little girl looks a little familiar to her