Grindelwald pushed open the door without saying a word, holding a letter that had just been opened in his hand, and lowered his head so that he could not see Grindelwald's expression at this time.

The letter in Grindelwald's hand was now full of wrinkles, and it seemed to have been formed after being crumpled and unfolded again.

At this time, it was also time to divide the cake, and as the eldest child, Roy was cutting the double cream fruit cake, which was made by the biggest children in the yard together, and the cake said "Happy Birthday Grindelwald" with a big "Happy Birthday Grindelwald" written on it.

Roy saw Grindelwald's hand that had entered the room at this time cutting the cake move a few centimeters to the side, and cut a piece three times the size of the cake on the other children's plates.

"Grindelwald, you're back? The biggest piece of ....."

"Bang-" But Roy was interrupted by the sound of a door slamming before he could finish speaking, and Grindelwald entered the house, ignoring everyone, including Grandma Yuta, and rushed straight into the basement.

Roy's smile froze on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched constantly, "Doesn't he like fruitcake?" ”

The other children were also silent at this time..... After all, at this time, as long as anyone with a discerning eye can see that going to Grindelwald at this time is equivalent to hitting the muzzle of a gun.

Yvette weakly raised her hand and proposed, "Shall we ask him what is wrong..... Maybe if we give him a birthday present, he will be in a much better mood! ”

Yvette is a girl who is about the same age as Roy, although her appearance is not outstanding, but she usually cares about and takes care of the rest of the younger children, and her somewhat cute personality often surpasses Roy's popularity among this group of children.

But who is going to knock on that door?

..... "The children look at me, I look at you, and finally set their eyes on Tom."

Tom noticed the other people's gazes, and stood up like a frightened mouse and protested, "You..... Why do you call me every time....." but as he spoke, his tone softened again, and even his neck shrank back a little.

"But you're going the most, right?"

"yes, yes, I didn't see how Grindelwald made things difficult for you, so you can go."

"I'm a girl, you can't let me go anyway."

Exclusion is not hostility, but the most vicious malice.

.....

The floor was shaking, and rats, ants, snakes, and insects were scrambling to escape.....

"How, what, what, what!?" Grindelwald's angry roar pierced through the floor and came from the basement.

Grindelwald's brown eyes were burning with pale blue flames at this time, and as Grindelwald's emotions erupted again and again, the trembling of the items around the basement became more and more intensified, as if he was afraid of Grindelwald at this moment.

[Dear Mr. ??? Grindelwald: We are very sorry, but due to some special reasons, you did not meet the criteria for admission to Hogwarts, so you have been removed from the Hogwarts New Books admission list. 】

Being denied admission to the Academy of Magic while having no way to enter the wizarding world at all is equivalent to writing a huge 'impossible' in Grindelwald's entire wizarding career.

Grindelwald's hands clutched his head, his nails digging deep into his skin, and his face roared "I! Grindelwald! The successor of the Dark Lord Greot Grindelwald, how could it be—not up to the standard!?? "Grindelwald has been completely occupied by 'anger' at this moment, and all the negative emotions that have been suppressed for many years have exploded at this moment.

The dilapidated bookshelf in the corner of the room was the first to collapse because it couldn't withstand the impact that was too great, and the alchemy potions on the table mixed with the magic notes scattered on the floor, making a corrosive sizzling sound......

Grandma Yuta's voice came from outside the door, full of worry, "Child, what's wrong with you, can you talk to me?" ”

"Get out—"

The door to the basement burned with a pale blue flame like Grindelwald's eyes, crackling like a beast roaring before attacking.

"Knock knock." The sonorous knock on the door came from outside the door.

"Kid, I'll feel much better if I eat some cake."

The sound was like the most powerful calming magic, and the flame burning in Grindelwald's eyes was extinguished in an instant.

Grindelwald trotted to the door of the basement by the sound of hurried footsteps from the basement, and felt a strong sense of self-reproach at the thought of Grandma Juta's wrinkled hands, which were now burned by his own recklessness.

At the same time that Grindelwald touched the doorknob, the flame on the door was extinguished, "Grandma Juta, are you alright?" Grindelwald's face was full of worry at this time, and even his hands gave off a faint light, and Grindelwald had already repeated the healing spell dozens of times when he was just trotting.

When I opened the door, I saw Grandma Yuta standing in the doorway with a wooden stick that had come from nowhere, the tip of which had completely carbonized and turned black due to the high temperature. Several heads also stuck out from the corner, secretly observing Grindelwald's every move at this time, and even carrying a bucket of water, for fear that Grindelwald would burn down the entire house with one excitement.

Grandma Yuta took out the biggest piece of cake she had just cut out of nowhere, and asked with a smile as usual, "Do you want to eat the cake?" ”

But this time Grandma Yuta had a bit of triumphant pride on her face, it seems that this bitter trick Grandma Yuta has already used it on many children, and it is a hundred tried.

Grindelwald was like Roy, his worried expression stiffened on his face, and he glanced at the corner of his mouth, "Alas..... I'll tidy up my room and come here. Grandma Juta's trick was also surprisingly effective, and the anger in Grindelwald's heart had mostly disappeared by this time.

Grindelwald gently closed the door and retracted his own one-third of an acre of land, his eyes no longer had the light called confidence, and even the anger disappeared completely, only the word 'lonely' could be described.

With a wave of Grindelwald's hand, the shattered objects were reverted back like rewind, and then flew back to their original positions in defiance of gravity.

Grindelwald picked up the notebook that had been with him for more than ten years, and by this time the notebook had become blurry due to the corrosion of the alchemy potion, and it was obviously impossible to read it again.

Holding the book, looking at the cover of the book 'by Greot Grindelwald' for a long time, Grindelwald then sighed and said, "It's just the right time to cut off my desire to become the Dark Lord." ”

Broken items can also be rebuilt with magic, as in the case of a burned door and a notebook that has been redisposed..... With Grindelwald's current level of magic, it was impossible to repair.

"Tomorrow we will go and cut down a tree in the woods and make a new door. ..... with magic"