HP, don't come here

Extra episode [-]: Grindelwald and the girl

Grindelwald remembered the scene of meeting the girl for the first time. If he really wanted to describe it, it should have fallen from the sky?

The girl seemed to have no memory, but murmured some familiar words that made him feel inexplicable.

Of course, he didn't intend to answer either.

Until the girl shook her head, patted her robe, ran to sit beside him, and watched the sunrise with him.

She asked him where his wand was.

She asked him why he lived here.

She asked him why he was still waiting to die when he was clearly unhappy.

he thinks.

It seems that there are more talking things around me.

You're looking around and trying so hard to wring something useful out of the old man in front of you, damn it, you just remember going to Hogwarts to find a boy and nothing else.

What is this place.

You don't think you are a talkative person, but the man in front of you also gives you a strange sense of familiarity, and you unconsciously want to talk to him.

He is always silent and doesn't pay much attention to you.

Until you sit next to him and talk about your blond boy in order to relieve loneliness.

"He must be the best student at Hogwarts, after all he has the most beautiful blond hair in the world and..."

The old man beside you turned to look at you: "The best student at Hogwarts?" His voice was a little hoarse after he hadn't spoken for a long time.

You nodded proudly with a smile, and praised this timely question: "You are right, I have to introduce you to Draco's excellent Charms and Potions... "

Amidst your pervasive introduction, Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, finally lost his battle. He began to wait for you to speak, while you spoke.

"So, in other words, have you caught up with the little yellow-haired rascal you mentioned?"

"..."

You discover each other's secrets.

It's a kind of tacit understanding, you didn't answer, and he didn't ask you questions.

It’s like this weirdo is obviously proficient in escape methods, and he has studied dozens of escape methods with you, all of which are interesting and handsome, but he raised his eyebrows at you and waved his hand saying that he didn’t want to leave.

It's like when you see him wandering around Nurmengard prison with nothing to do, playing tricks on you, but never setting off the alarm or stepping out of the gate.

Just like every time you mention Hogwarts, he always pretends not to care but observes you quietly, and even gives you advice.

"It's too easy to sneak into Hogwarts, why don't you play big, you said your surname is Grindelwald." He squinted his eyes and said happily.

You glared at him: "It's a bad idea." You turned your head away and smirked, "I know, I know, you just miss your little lover!"

You sneak a glance at him.

His eyes darkened for a moment, and he turned his back: "From now on, your surname will be Dumbledore."

"Why?" You are dissatisfied, you think you can directly be named Malfoy.

The little old man raised his beard: "Of course it's because it's the surname of the most powerful wizard in the world." After finishing speaking, he gave you a provocative look, and then added, "Of course, except for me."

"just you?"

Don't tell me who broke the tower and couldn't get out after so many years.

No one can stop your last name being Malfoy.

He curled his lips and changed the topic: "I can help you enter school."

Grindelwald secretly thought about changing her last name to Dumbledore.

You looked at him suspiciously: "Really? I don't care if Dumbledore asks, I'll let him ask you himself!"

Grindelwald seemed to have heard something funny, and he couldn't help laughing: "Okay, let him ask me."

"I'm leaving, are you sure you don't want to go with me?" You sat on the windowsill and asked him back.

He snorted coldly.

You immediately understood: "Yes, yes, the great Lord Grindelwald, I believe a certain gentleman will definitely come to you."

Throwing a kiss to him, the air in front of you is torn apart, and you put your hands on the window sill and jump.

"Goodbye, little old man!"

You hear the sound of the wind, the cicadas singing in the distant woods, you feel your body being pulled by an invisible force, and you suddenly think of that little old man.

When you come back to your senses, there is a sky full of stars above your head, with countless candles floating in the sky, surrounded by four long tables, you look up and see the white-haired old man standing on the top.

Oh, it's you, little lover.

You shook your head, dismissing these strange thoughts, and looked towards the Slytherin table.

After a long silence, he suddenly wanted to laugh, and cursed secretly: "Goodbye, brat."

Well, let him ask me personally.

First Year, Aubrey: Guess my surname is Dumbledore? (The little old man is making small moves behind his back! My surname should be Malfoy! Forget it, I'm a good guy, and I got his attention first.)

At this time Grindelwald was still waiting.

Second year, Aubrey: Hey hey Draco

At this time Grindelwald was still waiting.

Year [-], Aubrey: Hey hey Draco, working on someone's lover again woohoo

At this time Grindelwald was still waiting.

In the fourth year, Aubrey: Hey hey Draco, I worked for someone's little lover, why didn't this little lover go to see him, it was exhausting, no one knew what poor and fragile little Aubrey had done How much woo woo woo, hey hey hey Draco

I suddenly realized that I didn't seem to tell him that someone was waiting for him...

At this time Grindelwald was still waiting.

Fifth year, Aubrey: Hey hey Draco

At this time Grindelwald was still waiting.

Sixth Year, Aubrey: Hey Hey Draco

At this time Grindelwald was still waiting.

Seventh year, Aubrey: Hey hey Draco, married hey hey

At this time, Grindelwald is still waiting...

Oh no, the seventh year should be like this.

Grindelwald looked up and saw the man who always appeared in his dreams, he was still smiling.

Dumbledore remembered what the little girl had said.

He thought, yes, I should meet the person I like.