"It doesn't matter, Dumbledore." Wenda retracted her expression and gradually stabilized, and her face became cold again.

"When the time comes, he will talk to you personally."

Hearing this, Dumbledore frowned slightly, he could keenly perceive what plan Grindelwald should have, with his ability, the so-called plan could end the modern wizarding world he was willing to believe.

Because it's really possible.

Now, Voldemort was still hiding in a dark corner, and his 'old friend' was out and about, which made Dumbledore feel a sense of exhaustion.

"I heard Hogwarts is hiring a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?" The air in the office seemed to be getting colder.

She finally stated the purpose of her trip.

Hearing this, Dumbledore was silent, only glanced at Wenda faintly.

He understood the true purpose of her trip.

A temptation.

It goes without saying that she can endure to stay at Hogwarts, whose order is self-evident.

"I can refuse." The old principal said flatly, the taste of black tea in his mouth was inexplicably bitter. "I've got a pick."

Wenda still had that cold expression, and her elegant posture carried a strong taste of resistance, "Of course, I'm not asking you!" ”

Obviously, if it weren't for someone's request, she would never, absolutely not be here.

After that, the tall figure stood up suddenly, and said condescendingly: "Then since you don't agree, that's all I have to say." ”

"As for Voldemort's Horcruxes in Hogwarts, you can do it yourself!" With these words, Wenda prepared to turn and leave, "Before leaving, I want to warn you Dumbledore. ”

She turned her head and said indifferently, "Something is far beyond your expectations. ”

"You don't know everything. Mr. Grindelwald can't turn that monster around, and neither can you. ”

"Calculate the time, he should be that age!"

With that, Wenda turned around and walked out, the tall and slender back, revealing an indescribable arrogance, and . Firmness.

Looking at her departing back, the old headmaster didn't say anything for a long time.

She was right. I don't know everything.

That being the case—just as Wenda pushed open the oak door.

A majestic voice behind her stopped her steps.

"Maybe I have a better job for you." Dumbledore stood up.

The purple magic robes were dotted with golden stars, and his body was full of a powerful and confident temperament that Wenda had only seen in Grindelwald.

As one of the top wizards in the world.

Dumbledore even dared to lure Voldemort into Hogwarts Castle.

He even risked his own life for the sake of Hogwarts.

How could the principal, who was not even afraid of death, be affected by some godly chatter.

Moreover, he has absolute confidence that Wenda will not be able to discover a single secret of Hogwarts.

Perhaps—behind the old headmaster's half-moon-shaped glasses, a flash of light flashed quickly.

Maybe he'll be able to extract some secrets about Grindelwald from Wenda's mouth.

Or maybe it's Owen's secret.

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While Professor Dumbledore and his grandfather's little messenger were at war at Hogwarts.

Owen, who had returned from King's Cross Station, was already lying in the comfort of his big bed at home.

Dobby cleaned the room fairly cleanly, and the description of spotlessness was an insult.

The floor was clean and shiny.

The wooden floor clearly reflects his appearance, and I think it is not possible to do it with simple cleaning.

Of course, the first thing that made Owen realize this floor was that on Dobby's feet, the cartoon children's shoes, I don't know where it came from, after running, the shoes will glow, red and blue flashing lights, it is really attractive.

The floor was flickering with light, and it was impossible not to notice it.

"Hehe, the shoes are so good!" Owen, who saw him for the first time, exclaimed against his will.

"Dobby thinks so too, it still shines!" As he spoke, Dobby deliberately spun around in place, stepping on his little shoes, and jumping happily.

Then, Owen rushed to the study in high spirits. He had to plan for the two-month summer vacation.

Half an hour later, a grand summer vacation plan was hatched, including practicing ancient magic and studying magical beasts (how to make those two, who can only cook, awaken the abilities hidden in their blood. and finally mastering the profound spell that his grandfather left him.

This schedule details his day strictly divided into eleven task lists, from getting up in the morning, to washing, eating, sleeping, etc.

Owen believes that as long as he works hard for two months, he will definitely meet a better self!

And then—

Dobby's Observation Diary

- June 26, the first day of summer vacation: Mr. is sleeping.

- June 27, the second day of summer vacation: Mr. is sleeping.

- June 28, the third day of summer vacation: sleep.

On June 29, a voice came from the gentleman's room: "Owen! Owen, how can you be so depraved that you have forgotten all the study plans you have set before? May said, "The day is in Arthur." It can't go on like this.

- June 30, the fifth day of summer vacation: sleep.

- July 1, the sixth day of summer vacation: It rained overnight at homework, and it was still raining this morning, and I lay in bed for five days, saying: My butt hurts.

Decided to get up this morning and listen to the rain.

Damn, the air in London smells terrible, and the rain smells of soot, and I need to go back and take a shower.

- July 2, the seventh day of summer vacation: Early in the morning, there was a roar in the room: Damn, it's really annoying, even if there is a strange smell in the air, it's still windy, what is the wind, hang on the mother!

- July 3rd, the eighth day of the summer vacation: Draco and Draco agreed to go to the National Quidditch Stadium in Ireland to watch the game, I heard that there was a French women's Quidditch team playing an exhibition match, yes, I went to watch it, but no one in the French women's Quidditch was white, I was disappointed, I only took a look, and went home with Dobby.

- On the fourth of July, when I went to Diagon Alley for tea, I happened to meet a student at Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, who said that he had come to Ireland to watch the game, and argued with him about which was the greatest magic school in the world for an afternoon.

- On the 5th of July, Mr. Owen found Dobby's diary, and the words were so fierce that Dobby thought that Mr. was going to fire him, but in the end, Mr. Owen only deducted a month's salary, and then walked away, well--Mr. Owen is indeed the kindest little wizard in the world.

On the 6th of July, the great Mr. Owen, he got up early this morning, and in the morning an owl came to deliver a roaring letter from the student of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry the day before yesterday, who was to make an appointment in a park in London.

When the gentleman heard this, he happily went.

With one person against several enemies, he is full of energy, and Mr. is really amazing. Afterwards, an official from the Ministry of Magic arrived and invited him to tea.

On July 7, the Ministry of Magic convened a trial committee to try Mr. Owen for his misuse of magic, and Mr. Owen was furious, slamming the International Wizards' Secrecy Act as the stupidest law in the wizarding world, and lashing out at the Minister of Magic. This was followed by an important speech, 'Four Pieces of Evidence that Fudge is cerebral palsy'.

As soon as these words came out, the 10th courtroom was immediately excited.

In the cordial greetings of the Motherfucker, Mr. Owen had a warm exchange of views with the justices.

Enraged, Minister Fudge imprisoned Mr. Owen in Azkaban while Professor Dumbledore was not present.

Before leaving, the gentleman took Dobby's diary and said: This is the enlightenment of the dragon field. The intelligence of the elves is incomprehensible.

Uh-huh—Dobby felt that Mr. Owen was right, obviously going to Azkaban, but there was no trace of sadness on Mr. Irwin's face, and Dobby's wisdom was indeed incomprehensible.

Mr. Dobby's refusal to tell Mr. Dumbledore about his imprisonment in Azkaban was even more incomprehensible to Dobby.

Dementors, what terrible creatures, why isn't Sir afraid at all?

- On July 8th, the diary has been replaced!

Ahem?

Knock - diary, serious people who the write diaries.

Do you keep a diary?

I don't write! Who can write what is in their hearts in a diary?

Can you write it out from the heart?

Cheap!

Serious people write about the Internet!

First day in Azkaban.

Today I met a lot of acquaintances, Mooresabeth, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, and Caro siblings.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

Wow! Aunt Pei's crazy eyes were so charming, and it reminded me of the days when the sick girl of the week attacked her because she was too close to Tom, and he killed her and hung on the tree to count the stars

Yes! It was a green past. It is a record of my demonic and crazy youth!!

—July 9, the second day of Azkaban.

Although I was sent to Azkaban, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic obviously didn't dare to do anything to me.

Master had been staying in the room with the doorkey of the Ministry of Magic, the Grim Reaper's Stone Sculpture, boredly counting the Dementors outside the window.

One Dementor, two Dementors, three Dementors.

—July 10. Day 3 in Azkaban.

I'll go, I'll be able to fall asleep with a number of Dementors, I'm the first to come before!

Mr. Obo Benny came to see me today.

He said he had informed Dumbledore and secretly slipped my wand into him.

I don't know how he brought this wand in, but it's clear that the old headmaster in the Ministry of Magic is deeply rooted!

With the wand, the old man's range of motion suddenly expanded a lot.

After sneaking out of my room, I made my way to the deepest part of Azkaban.

On the way, several Dementors were killed, and my Phoenix Patronus was very good, as if it had a damage bonus to this creature.

———— "The Adventures of Azkaban"

(End of chapter)