As Dumbledore's words fell, the entire living room suddenly fell silent.

As if a long, long time had passed, and as if only a few seconds had passed, Newt Scamander exhaled lightly, raised his head without the slightest change in his face, looked at the old wizard standing not far from him with a slightly wooden look, and repeated softly.

Gellert Grindelwald's ...... Granddaughter?"

"Yes, it may not be biological, but it is definitely more important than his life. ”

"Oh, I have to say—that's a terrible name, didn't anyone tell this gentleman that there was once a notorious Dark Lord in the wizarding world who was also called that, and what remnants of the Saints...... Well, the saints may be ......"

Newt chuckled dryly, tried to explain a few words, and fell silent again under Dumbledore's calm gaze.

After a long time, Scamander took a deep breath and looked at the old wizard standing in front of him with a little hope.

"So, what you just said...... How many saints are left?"

"The exact number of people is not known, but the approximate size is at least ......"

Dumbledore shook his head, and after thinking about it, he raised an index finger with some uncertainty.

Newt frowned, nodded with a somewhat solemn face, and said in a deep voice.

"There are at least a hundred people?! Sure enough, it's Grindelwald, it's been so many years......"

"No, I think you're probably a little too optimistic, Newt......"

"1,000?!No, it can't be 10,000! He didn't have that many ...... back then."

Newt Scamander was slightly stunned, looked carefully at Dumbledore's desire to speak, and said subconsciously.

"Actually, it's not the numerical range, I mean ......"

Before Newt could finish speaking, Dumbledore sighed and replied with a bitter look on his face.

"A city. The legendary 'Holy City' does exist, Salzburg in Austria, which is a city that belonged to Gellert Grindelwald, and no one knows how many wizards who lived in seclusion with Grindelwald's beliefs......"

Dumbledore still can't forget that almost a year ago, the Deathly Hallows emblem that obscured the night sky of Salzburg was, as Grindelwald said, faith the most difficult being to kill.

“...... S, shh

Newt Scamander's lips twitched, as if he could barely hold back a swear word.

At this time, he finally understood what kind of existence his family had.

Extraordinary strength (half-breed babes and those magics), incredible intelligence and skill (the fairy queen who rules the whole of Gringotts), and an outrageously large background (the original Dark Lord and a wizard of a city).

Where is this ordinary first-grade girl who happened to come to his house to spend the night?

This is simply a little ancestor who destroys the world and destroys the world!

Newt Scamander has no doubt that the so-called summer trial invitation for the English Quidditch national team is mostly something that Dumbledore, an old guy with no discipline and bottom line, secretly used his influence to make out of thin air.

And the only purpose is, of course...... In this way, Dumbledore can be idle for more than a month temporarily?

Newt gritted his teeth and looked at Dumbledore without fear, ready to say no.

"Professor Dumbledore, I think this matter may need ......"

"Oh, yes. I'm going to attend the Wizengamot Global Tribunal today, so I'll leave first. If anything happens afterwards, just write to me - don't worry, the boy likes you very much, and you should get along very well. ”

Dumbledore suddenly took out a golden pocket watch from his bosom and looked at it carefully.

The watch had a strange appearance, with twelve hands without any numerals on them, and a few small stars spinning along the edge of the dial, but judging by Dumbledore's expression, it was clear that he had received important time information from the pocket watch.

"I'm sorry, Newt, I really had to go first. ”

"But since you could easily handle Grindelwald decades ago, I'm sure this little guy isn't too much trouble for you. Besides, she's still a mixed-race baby, which is barely what you're good at. ”

"By the way, she's also the head chef of the Hogwarts kitchen, and has a different love for eating......

"Don't do that, Dumbledore, you're ......"

As if realizing something, Newt Scamander raised his voice as he jerked his hand forward.

Burst......

Dumbledore's figure turned into a ray of light and slowly dispersed.

I have to admit that some of the magic that Elena has developed from researching is indeed interesting.

The next moment, only an annoyed Newt was left in the living room, and the last voice he had left......

"By the way, this magic was also figured out by the kid himself, you have to remember to pay attention......"

"Albus Dumbledore!"

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