The furniture in the house looks very old, but it has been cleaned by the owner with a spell to make it very shiny. The most striking thing is a bow-shaped chest of drawers, on which are a number of silver-framed photographs that have been wiped spotlessly.

"Alan, please come upstairs, we're in the upstairs room..."

Grindelwald's voice came from above, and his tone sounded very relaxed.

Led by Bathilda, Baellen and Penelope ascended the stairs, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald sat side by side on an old green plaid couch, looking much worse than they sounded.

Although it seems that the two of them are very clean under the care of their aunt, they still need time to recover from the scars caused by the other party's dark magic in the previous battle with Voldemort.

Grindelwald, whose hair was still neatly combed, was bandaged around his shoulders and smelled of potions to heal burns, and his arms, including his face, were covered with translucent plasters that glowed blue on some of his exposed skin. If you have cast it, you can see the depressions and pits formed on the shriveled and withered skin below, which will make people with dense phobia more emotionally fluctuating.

Dumbledore looked even worse, his right little arm near his elbow was gone, the severed arm had been wrapped in white gauze, Fawkes was standing on his shoulder and looked at his old friend's wound with a worried eye, it didn't understand why Dumbledore didn't use its tears to get the severed arm back.

"Alan... Fate is mysterious... This arm of mine was healed by Lady Ravenclaw..."Dumbledore noticed Ellen's gaze, his beard shaking before the moon, "It looks like it's destined to be lost in Tom's hands... Ah, Alan, you've brought Miss Crivat with you, she's so spirited..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore glanced apprehensively at his companion beside him, he had been worried about Grindelwald's identity since he escaped from Newmengard, and the news from the outside world also proved this, and the International Federation of Wizards had informed the member states of the news and hoped that all the Ministries of Magic would take note of this.

"Albus, you little boy doesn't go to divination class by himself, and you're still old with fate..."Bathilda Bassat said to Dumbledore with some ferocity, "Candela taught you and Aberforth that you have to take responsibility for your own mischievous suffering..."

Dumbledore's crooked nose was covered with fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and his face was a little uncontrollable.

Penelope looked at the two headmasters who were suffering, licked his tongue through his upper teeth, the shape of his lips distorted slightly, and Alan quickly pulled her to prevent herself from making contemptuous mockery of Dumbledore, who was against Allen.

"Aunt Bathilda, the crucible cake you made for us is almost mushy—" Grindelwald's words caused the old witch to pat her wrinkled forehead and hurry downstairs to the kitchen.

"Bathilda is going to make some of her favorite crucible cakes to welcome you. Dumbledore's crescent-shaped glasses on the bridge of his nose slid down, and he raised his intact hand and pushed it up, "Last night she picked the flowers of the Sorrowful Fruit in the moonlight for a long time, and it has a special aroma made from it as a spice, of course, it is said that it works better with the fruit, but it's not winter yet..."

"Penelope, go to the kitchen and help out to the Lady Basshat, maybe learn some skills," Alan pointed to the kitchen.

Hearing this, Penelo pursed her mouth, her eyes swept over Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and after concluding that with the current state of these two people, they would not pose any danger to Allen, and then retreated to the stairs without speaking.

Then the room fell silent after Grindelwald offered Alan his favorite drink.

"Tom has become more dangerous...", and finally Dumbledore spoke first, "I don't think I can command the Order of the Phoenix for the time being... Alan, do you have any plans for the timing of eradicating him completely?"

"Albus... I can't command the Order of the Phoenix... It's better for you to recover yourself as soon as possible. Alan stepped forward and observed Dumbledore's severed hand, "Is the severed arm still there, if it's convenient?"

"Of course, it's bothering you. Dumbledore waved his hand at a cabinet, and a long object levitated, and Eren opened the package with a brisk movement.

"There's a curse in that half-blood's spell... There's nothing I can do about it. Grindelwald leaned back on the couch in a nonchalant tone, his silver-gray hair swaying, and he turned his face away from Dumbledore's expectant blue eyes, "Maybe you're a lover... If Eros had been there..."

Hearing this, Eren was not senior, and he turned on the magic spell to clean the mummy arm that looked completely dehydrated and completely black, and knew the result. "Gatler judged correctly, I may still have a way to be present while your hands are still on you..."

Saying that, looking at this broken arm, Allen felt a little guilty in his heart, and was a little annoyed that he should monitor it for a while before doing such a trivial thing as cooking.

"Don't let it be your responsibility to affect you.." Dumbledore's expression was a little gloomy, and Grindelwald commanded an enchanted teapot to hang in the air, filling up the teacup in front of him and Allen.

"As you know, the Umbrella has been rebooting the Golem project recently..."Allen's eyes were still looking at Dumbledore's severed arm, "and I happened to be involved in magical prosthetics when my house-elf lost a hand in an accident... You're a bit high, I need to measure it..."

As he spoke, Alan pulled out from his pocket, the magic tape measure with silver scales that he would only use to make his wand, and the magic tape measure stretched and contracted on his shoulders and arm fingertips, constantly spinning in the air. It measures Dumbledore's intact left arm and left hand, and then measures the remaining position of the right arm—from shoulder to fingertips, wrist to elbow—including determining the length of the prosthesis, the height of the joint, and more.

"Speaking of prosthetic limbs, Tom also has a prosthetic limb installed on his body... Hmm..."The silver magic tape measure head automatically tapped Dumbledore's shoulder, and the shaking caused by his speech affected the accuracy of the data.

"Speaking of which, the half-breed whose hand you cut off also got himself a prosthetic leg and a prosthetic eye... It seems that the Monte family killed the Vikna eye of my alma mater's founder, Nelida Vokanova. Grindelwald noticed that the tape measure slapped Dumbledore and said, "It's a powerful thing, but if I don't care about maintaining people's existence and not caring about being affected by my personality, I have a lot of ways to use this kind of means to improve my strength..."

"Gellert!" Dumbledore didn't move, but his voice rose a little.

Grindelwald waved his hand a little impatiently: "Okay, Albus, I just said I had it and didn't say I would use it." ”

"Actually, Albus, if you're going to use the Golem part to get some of it cut down this time, I'll be able to put it on you right now... Speaking of which, you're losing your right hand," Alan pulled out a delicate prosthetic leg made of Mithril from his fanny pack, "I made it from Tom's current arm, and he made two of his own for his men, and then again, he was able to copy one in a few words before he got the original... His talent for this is truly amazing..."

Dumbledore's inhalation sounded in the room, and he looked at the prosthetic limb and thought back to his surprise - since Alan was only a reference to the one in Voldemort's hand, and Tom's hand was cut off by Allen, Dumbledore looked up and looked at Grindelwald, and he even saw a hint of pity in the eyes of his usually ruthless companion.

Noticing that they looked at each other, Alan didn't want Dumbledore to start talking about the idea of wanting to reduce the damage again, so he directly took the lead in speaking: "So let's talk about today's topic? After you left Newmengard, the reaction of the other wizarding worlds must have been seen on TV..."