The backyard is as simple as the house, except for an arabic gum tree of three or four people, and a swing made by Grandma Yuta herself.

This tree, brought back by Grandma Yuta's husband when he traveled to India, is very fond of its nickname 'Acacia Tree', and it stands to reason that the acacia tree, an evergreen tree, should have frozen to death in this cold environment...... This tree alone has survived tenaciously, even better than in India.

And Grandma Yuta's husband is buried under this tree.....

Grindelwald looked at the tree covered in graffiti carved by children, and after thinking for a while, he put his hand on it, "Restore it quickly." As Grindelwald's hand passed, the carvings on the trees disappeared little by little.

"He'd probably prefer those engravings to stay on." Grandma Juta's voice sounded from behind Grindelwald, still as gentle.

Grandma Juta put a sweater on Grindelwald's body, just like when you were naughty when you were a child and didn't wear clothes and your mother forced a sweater, tough but heart-warming care.

After a few symbolic attempts to resist, Grindelwald chose to obey Grandma Juta and put on her sweater, "I can keep .....you warm like magic," Grindelwald muttered like a child who had been caught after committing a mistake.

"My husband also liked to use magic to keep warm, you see, isn't he down there now?"

Grindelwald was stunned, he had not even heard Grandma Yuta mention her husband once in the more than ten years he had lived in the orphanage, and even the other children who were a few years older in the orphanage only knew that 'Osiris' was taken from his surname.

Grindelwald opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.

"You kid has been like a little old man since he was a child, and he has to think about everything for a long time." Grandma Jutta rubbed Grindelwald's blond hair, which was as gorgeous as a handicraft, and many girls couldn't maintain it day and night.

Seeing this, Grindelwald decided to ask the question in his heart: "That..... Grandpa Osiris he ..... How did he die? ”

"That's a long story..... You don't think you've ever told me to push a swing, kid. Grandma Jutta shook the rope of the swing and gestured to Grindelwald.

Although the topic gradually moved towards sadness, Grandma Yuta did not reveal any trace of sadness...... It may be a habit that has been developed over the years of taking care of these children, and it is not possible to transmit bad emotions to these children.

Grindelwald sat down on the small plank on the swing without saying a word, and "....." always looked like a quiet listener.

'The pieces of wood have pierced me..... ' Grindelwald thought, but he didn't say it, and he didn't mean to get up.

Grandma Juta gently nudged Grindelwald's back, catching it softly each time she fell back, and so on.

"Hogwarts, do you know, boy?" Grandma Yuta was slightly stunned, as if she had returned to the beginning, and saw the young and frivolous teenager.

"Hmm."

"He's a Hufflepuff student, always with a confident smile and always has something weird in his pocket. Each one has a different flavor, a moving chocolate frog, a pocket watch that can travel through time....." Grandma Yuta spoke faster and faster, and her eyes flashed with the excitement she had when she first saw those magical items.

Although Grindelwald had heard about it in that notebook a long time ago, he still cooperated with a longing look...... Grindelwald has been like this since he was a child, and it is difficult to have violent mood swings as if he has experienced the vicissitudes of life.

But as she spoke, the light in Grandma Yuta's eyes suddenly dimmed, it was the first time Grindelwald had seen Yuta with such a look.

"He's always going to disappear every few days, and that seems to be his job." Grandma Yuta rarely showed a tone of 'blame', but more often it was a kind of 'helplessness'..... When I'm old, I can't remember things clearly."

Grindelwald appropriately reminded "Aurors? ”

The Aurors, formed by a group of wizarding operators, are part of a group of people who are part of the Ministry of Magic, and are tasked with apprehending wizards who violate the rules of the Ministry...... In other words, the 'police' of the wizarding world.

One night more than ten years ago, he hurried out of the fireplace..... I didn't come back for a long time after that..... I removed every tile of the fireplace and found no secret passages, and he disappeared from the world. As she spoke, Grandma Yuta's tone gradually became intense.

As if aware of her mood swings, Grandma Jutta sighed and was silent for a long time.

A few minutes passed like this, and Grandma Juta's tone calmed down again, "A few months later, a white owl with a letter and... And... And a piece of his clothes flew back. "Everything is as clear as if it happened yesterday, and Grandma Jutta still remembers the silver-gray lines on the owl's wings.

"That letter told me that Hunter was ..... He's fighting against Voldi.... The mystery man was sacrificed. ”

In order not to affect the children in the orphanage, the name of the murderer should not even be mentioned. This was also the first time that Grandma Juta's name was mentioned by Osiris Hunter after that time.

'Volley.... Demon? Grindelwald didn't know why, but the name popped into his head.

Grandma Yuta said this, and the movement of pushing the swing gradually slowed down, "Child, do you really want to be a wizard so much?" "Only at this time did Grandma Yuta really show herself like a dying old man, reluctant to part with her loved ones.

"....." Grindelwald was confused at this time, not knowing how to choose.

If you simply want to learn magic, then what you write in this notebook is enough to make yourself a good dark wizard..... But it's only 'good'.....

But if he leaves, how many times will he have the opportunity to meet Grandma Yuta? The orphanage is no longer accepting new children, and it is probably because Grandma Yuta realizes that her limit is approaching..... Do you really have to take the risk of not being able to see your only 'relative' in this world for the last time?

Grandma Jutta saw the wavering in Grindelwald's heart, and rubbed Grindelwald's head as if she were comforting a wronged and weeping child, and then took out a biscuit from her pocket that had been carefully wrapped in a handkerchief.

"You have to change this bad habit, every time you eat it, you will silently get off the table, and you will run away before the cookies are baked."

Grindelwald took a small bite on the biscuit, because it was freshly baked, the biscuit continued to exude the characteristic chocolate and milk aroma, and the graininess of the chocolate chips alternated with the crispiness of the biscuit in the mouth.

"It's delicious." This is already the superlative evaluation for Grindelwald.

"Alright, I should go back to the house, or those kids won't leave you a small piece of cake." Grandma Jutta gently caught Grindelwald's swing swing downward, let it slowly stop, and then walked inside.

This back is so rickety and short, but it makes these children in the orphanage feel extremely relieved.

Grindelwald sat alone on the swing, staring at the stars in the sky.

"Thank you."