Lance and Fleur both walked slowly, but Grimmauld Place 12 wasn't too far away, so they didn't have to walk long to get back to Grimmauld Place, (Note 1)

Lawrence was trying to find an excuse to send Fleur back to the Ministry of Magic, but in the park chair next to the square, Dumbledore and a middle-aged man were sitting there, obviously waiting for a long time,

"Thank you, Miss Fleur," Dumbledore looked pleased, and he stood up to greet them, "just trouble you to send Mr. Aguiros back to the Ministry of Magic."

"No, Dumbledore, I'm going back." Mr. Aguiros said, Lawrence was sensitive to the perception that after Mr. Aguiros said this, the atmosphere changed subtly, and Lawrence moved forward without a trace, putting Fleur behind him,

Mr. Aguiros didn't seem to notice the change in the atmosphere, he stood up calmly, patted the non-existent dust on his coat, the smooth skin was even paler against the black coat, he put the black high hat on his head, and on the back of his pale hands, little by little dark spots were particularly conspicuous, and after doing these things, he slowly spoke,

"You are clearly out of control of the situation in Britain." Mr. Aguiros said, "I will not hand over the teacher's relics to you."

"You know what your teacher meant, I don't think he wants to see those things again," Dumbledore said, "Or maybe you misunderstood him?"

"Maybe it's just that you misunderstood what the teacher meant by 'really'." Mr. Aguiros retorted, apparently unaffected by Dumbledore's insinuations,

"Let's open the skylight and say something, why don't you want to follow Nicol's idea in these last moments?" Dumbledore questioned, he didn't seem to want to waste any more time,

"I think it's obvious that the teacher left me the manor—" Mr. Aguiros replied sharply, "The teacher trusts me more than yours."

"Let me say that, I thought it was just your guilt for using Nicol—" Dumbledore stared into Mr. Agiros' eyes, Lawrence guessed that he was trying to get Mr. Agiros's true thoughts,

"Albus. Dumbledore, if you want to face an enemy other than 'that man', I'll show you my madness." Mr. Aguiros reached into the pocket of his coat, and judging by the bulging appearance of his coat, he held his wand in the pocket, and although he was expressionless, judging by his movements, it was evident that he had been poked in the sore spot,

"Why do you want to do this?" Dumbledore didn't move, as if Mr. Aguiros was holding nothing more than a handful of golden gallons, "Or can I guess - you've got what you want?"

"I don't understand what you're saying, Dumbledore," Mr. Aguiros insisted, "I advise you to stop meddling with things that don't belong to Britain, on the other side of the sea, maybe some people will give you some face for defeating Grindelwald, but it's of little use to me, little one."

"Ah, yes," Dumbledore replied calmly, apparently unfurnished by the provocative title, "some people think I'm old, and some think I'm just a little one."

"Haven't you found it yet? Dumbledore, why is there so little one on our side who answers your call?" Mister Aguiros smiled sarcastically, "Even though you defeated Grindelwald, many people on the other side of the sea are not as friendly to you as they used to be."

"Sounds like some people are on the verge of moving, right?" Dumbledore laughed, "Let me guess their slogan – 'Restore the glory of the European continent'?" Or something else? "The power of wizards?"

"I'm just going to warn you not to be a loser in your civil war," Mr. Aguiros didn't comment much, "a lot of people are interested in 'that person,' and maybe they won't mind secretly helping 'that person' as long as you show a little tiredness."

"So as long as our side wins, those people will continue to hide in their rooms and curse me, right?" Dumbledore smiled and said, "That's the difference between them and Tom, Tom at least dared to face me, they didn't even have the courage to face me."

"Take it easy, Dumbledore, we're not young anymore, don't be nosy, isn't it good to retire with peace of mind?" Mr. Aguiros saw that Dumbledore didn't make any other moves, so he slowed his tone, and he glanced in the direction of Lawrence and Fleur, with a strong desire in his eyes,

"The problem is, you don't plan to retire in peace, do you? Even in these last moments, how are you going to go crazy?" Dumbledore asked a series of questions in a soft voice, but Mr. Agiros did not answer, and he turned to leave, and Dumbledore watched him disappear into the dark alley before withdrawing his gaze,

"I'm sorry to trouble you, Miss Fleur," Dumbledore apologized to Fleur, "it seems that your job isn't done well."

"It's okay, Professor." Fleur replied,

"I have something to talk to Lawrence," Dumbledore said, "and you should go back to the Ministry of Magic."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he turned and walked up the stairs of Grimmauld Place Twelve, opened the door and entered the old mansion,

"You......" "I'm ......," Lawrence and Fleur said in unison, and then they both laughed,

"Ladies first."

"I'll come over for dinner tonight after work...... You said it."

"Then I don't have anything else to do." Lawrence smiled, he wanted to ask Fleur when he would get off work, the two hugged as a brief goodbye, Lawrence walked up the stairs and opened the half-hidden door,

At the other end of the long foyer, Dumbledore had his back to the door, and if it weren't for the dim glow of the gas lamp on the wall, he would almost merge with the darkness, Lawrence closed the dilapidated door, Dumbledore turned around, and the two were silent across the long foyer, and there was a burst of laughter from upstairs,

"I think you've guessed who that gentleman is?" Dumbledore broke the silence as he opened the kitchen door and made an inviting gesture to Lawrence,

"I guess he's the thirteenth Hydero?" Lawrence said he stepped into the kitchen, "It's Nicol too. Lemay's last disciple."

"You guessed it right." Dumbledore followed into the kitchen, Sirius and Remus, who were sitting at the table, stood up, and Dumbledore looked around the kitchen and asked, "Where's Molly?"

"Maybe go to Percy's rented house in London?" Remus replied, "Molly said Percy had been talking to him and had to wait near his rental."

"Wait for me to inform every member who is still in London," Dumbledore said, "and there will be an impromptu meeting tonight to see if one of the members will be able to join us."

"Who?" Sirius asked curiously,

"Lawrence." Dumbledore replied,

"But—" Remus frowned, "he hasn't—"

"I know, Remus, I know he doesn't meet our criteria for recruiting new members," Dumbledore said, "so I need to know everyone's opinion."

Remus's brow furrowed even deeper, and Sirius raised an eyebrow,

"Now I need to talk to Lawrence about something, and I'll leave the meeting notice to you." Dumbledore looked at them, and Sirius and Remus could only nod and leave the kitchen, grabbing one of the Telescopic Ears moving towards the stairwell, and closing the kitchen door.

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Note 1: Unlike the Leaky Cauldron Pub, which is set on Charing Cross, Grimmauld Place is a fabricated London address, so the movie location is used: Claremont Square, about a fifteen-minute walk from King's Cross Station, which is close to the twenty minutes in the book, and is also in the Eilingston area.