。 Drive at 11 a.m. and arrive at school in the evening. With the use of express trains, the way students get to school safely has been greatly improved. Of course, in the eyes of some Muggles, it is also a beautiful treasure. Why-" Kepler whetted a long tail note that whetted the appetite of those present: "Because it's a train thing." ”

"So what?" After a brief silence, Fudge was the first to take it easy, snorted and asked.

"We're lagging behind. As much as you may be reluctant to admit it, it is true that we are behind the Muggles. Kepler replied to Fudge's provocative question in a flat tone.

As if a bomb was detonated, some people in the conference room immediately exploded like a tail snail that had been poked in the tail. More than two dozen people expressed their opinions loudly at the same time, all of them using loud voices, which made the silent Professor Dumbledore frown slightly, and said to Kepler, "Maybe you can express it in a more gentle way." ”

Kepler shrugged not very much and said nothing. But the expression of unrepentance is too obvious. This made Dumbledore seem to remember something, and for a moment he lost his mind, revealing a smile that could be considered pleasant.

The meeting on the future of the British Ministry of Magic was not brought to a conclusion until late at night, but unfortunately there was still no definite outcome.

For this result, the people present are basically well aware. It's a heavy and huge choice, and no one can make a choice lightly, especially the twenty or so people who are in it. They left the conference room one after another in silence and exhaustion, and they had no desire or hope to continue talking to each other.

In the Headmaster's room at Hogwarts in the middle of the night, Dumbledore stepped out of the fire after a flash of green light from the fireplace. After seeing the guy sitting in his principal's seat, his Chen Jing's expression finally cracked.

"I thought you'd be in the High Pyramid Valley."

"After you used it and I lost it? No, I don't think that's a good answer. Grindelwald crossed his fingers, his expression hidden in the shadow of the fireplace.

"For Merlin's sake, I'm almost a hundred years old." Dumbledore, a little uncomfortable by the ambiguity of Grindelwald's words, straightened his fancy robe a little to distract himself.

"So we don't have much time."

The two men in the room were silent, except for the occasional crackling of wood burning in the fireplace, and even the sound of breathing was imperceptible.

Dumbledore covered his eyes a little frustratedly, and crooked the lenses hanging on the bridge of his nose: "I thought it would be okay now." ”

"Uh-huh, you think it's okay, I don't think so." Maybe it's some strange switch that flips on, and Grindelwald is completely gone in the direction of shamelessness. Now, after he'd been stumbling for almost half of his life, he wanted Al to give him a clear answer.

In fact, although Ariana's biggest knot has been untied, and they have been living together in harmony for a few years to work together to save the messed British wizarding world, there are still many contradictions that need to be reconciled between these two love-hate old guys.

"With all due respect, I thought it would be decades before all of England's wizards could break free from this disorder and restlessness and get on track." This was Dumbledore's answer to Grindelwald. In fact, in Dumbledore's heart, this sentence is already an excessive shame! This made his old face red, but fortunately his beard served as a cover.