"Someone told me to take a break." The man spoke.

"Dumbledore?" Wenda asked calmly.

"I heard that he is pushing for the reform of the federation. Do you think there is still a need for change? Grindelwald didn't answer directly, but asked another question.

"Uninteresting bureaucracy." She sat down again. "The war against the [Pretenders] has had little effect for months. Ministries of Magic are quite resistant to their thorough investigation. ”

"Expected." "Sometimes he just can't be tough, as he has been for decades." ”

"Even though he has great power, he is willing to be driven by others."

Shaking his head, he smiled contemptuously, and then his gaze fell on the restrained little wizards.

Because of the story Wenda had just told, several young wizards gathered around and huddled on a sofa.

If you can't sit down, you just sit on the ground.

Anyway, the thick carpet and the exuberant fire were enough to keep the cold off the ground.

"Oh~The young talents of Hogwarts." He said lazily, "See you again." ”

"Oh! Hello – Mr. Grindelwald. Harry was thrilled, and the battle Gellett Grindelwald fought Professor Quirrell in his first year is something he still remembers.

Compared to Dumbledore, Grindelwald was simply the perfect wizard he imagined, powerful, confident, and omnipotent.

In contrast, Professor Dumbledore seems to be a little too mysterious, and his powerful temperament is not obvious, and he usually feels more like a kind old man to the young wizards.

"Are you—Harry Potter?"

"Oh! Yes, do you remember me? Owen and I are good friends. Harry said.

"Of course – people think of you as a legendary savior." Grindelwald said.

"Maybe I'm really the savior!" Harry had a light in his eyes and said excitedly, "It's what it feels like to be recognized!"

"Oops!" He was complacent, but there was a pain in his feet.

It was Hermione on the side who stepped on him lightly.

"Well—actually, I think Owen is more of a savior."

"┗|'O′|┛嗷~~!" Harry quickly reached back for his foot, this time stomping on it and glaring.

Hermione turned to look at Grindelwald, "There is no savior. ”

"We're just doing the right thing," she said. ”

"The right thing?" Grindelwald stared at the little witch.

In fact, all year long, the thing that shocked him the most was the little Muggle witch in front of him.

He had met Hermione a few times before, but he had only paid a little attention to her.

He had to admit that the little witch in front of him did have some talent, but it was not high.

Like Hermione herself said, she just loved to read.

Diligence is nothing more than the full display of the talents that an ordinary wizard should have.

For wizards like Dumbledore or himself, the so-called magical talent is too far apart.

But it's been a year and a half.

The little witch in front of her began to swell and show her amazing magical talent.

Many times, even he had to wonder, could it be that she was really the heir of the ancient family that the gossip said?

"What do you think is the right thing to do?" Grindelwald raised some interest.

Hermione straightened her back, her eyes firm and bright, "I think it's the right thing to do to protect your friends and family, stop innocent people from being harmed, and liberate oppressed lives." We're working on that. ”

"You're confident?"

"Yes, I will do it, we will." Hermione didn't avoid Grindelwald's gaze, and she replied clearly.

"Very well—" Grindelwald said approvingly.

The firelight reflected his clothes, and the flames danced in his heterochromatic eyes, and he could understand a little bit why such a girl could attract the little one.

As he spoke, two more people walked outside the manor.

An old man with a white beard.

A young woman with fiery red hair.

"It's so hilarious." Dumbledore walked in with a smile on his face.

The witch who followed him, no one could recognize the young wizard present.

But she seems to be familiar with the road.

The witch came up to Wenda and said gently, "Merry Christmas, ma'am. ”

Then he nodded to Grindelwald.

"Sir, the Ministry of Magic in South America is a bit more chaotic than in North America, and it takes a little bit of skill to get through some of the key departments. It took a bit of time. ”

"Hmm!" Grindelwald snapped.

Then all his attention turned to Dumbledore. The two looked at each other. Conceived over time, two of the world's most unique souls are staring at each other. The complicated gaze, the clear gaze, the extremely simple gaze, all words lost their luster at this moment.

There seems to be an indescribable inhibition between the lips and teeth. Make it difficult for them to open their mouths.

And others.

At this point, it is nothing more than a canvas that has lost its color, reduced to a background.

There was never a shadow of anyone else in their eyes.

It's just scorching.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's just a moment.

Dumbledore finally broke the silence, his voice was still so flat, if it weren't for the unavertable gaze behind the half-moon glasses, no one could have known the churning inside him at this moment.

"Are you doing?" He thought about it for a long time, but he only said the most ordinary words.

"It's not too good." Grindelwald straightened to his feet.

A black trench coat was noisy.

The leather boots clamed lightly on the wooden floor.

He was the same as he was fifty years ago.

But he and he both know that time has long passed, and in addition to aging, it is more difficult to hide loneliness.

"But I'm used to it." He stared at Dumbledore, "Am I alone now?" ”

The two of them disappeared into the hallway leading to the restaurant, one after the other.

And when these two legendary wizards left one after another.

The living room feels like a step from autumn to spring.

Everyone began to gasp, and they were all about to sweat because they were silent and nervous.

"Wow, big sister!" On the other side, Garona pounced and rushed into Roy's arms.

"Where have you been—long—haven't seen you in a long time."

"Well, it's been a bit busy lately." She rubbed the top of Garona's head in pity.

"Mr. Grindelwald's job needs an assistant."

"So you're working for Mr. Grindelwald! Why not tell us? Garona said with some complaint.

"Because, I need to be hidden."

Roy said softly.

Then he turned his gaze to Hermione.

"So, you're Owen's little one's girlfriend."

"Ahh

Hermione looked at the witch in front of her, her fiery red hair like a waterfall, her eyes shining like a starry sky, and her blue shadow of the stars. The oval glasses, held up by her straight nose, bring her an intellectual beauty.

She was very surprised, she didn't know which of Owen's relatives this was?

Is it from the Rozier family?

But that red hair reminded her of Weasley even more.

"Don't be nervous." Roy reached out and rubbed Hermione's cheek, "Anyway, Owen should call me Auntie." ”

"Auntie?" Hermione was a little surprised, she had never heard Owen say that he had an aunt.

Faced with Hermione's doubts, Roy didn't explain.

That past history, let it disappear completely. Repeating it will only lead to disproportionate disputes.

"Alright." At this time, Wenda suddenly got up.

She stared at Roy.

Although the two did not speak again, the others could clearly feel that there was a huge contradiction between them.

Although Roy has always behaved very submissively.

Wenda looked out the window, the sky was getting whiter, and the water from the Atlantic Ocean had finally descended on Paris.

It's going to snow.

"The dinner party is ready." She said in a deep voice.

Sbee was right next to her.

The elf just informed her.

"Oh! Finally—it's time to eat! ”

Ron jumped up from the ground.

He was already hungry with his chest pressed against his back.

They ate lunch too early, and he was hungry in the afternoon.

The reason why I have been able to hold on until now is simply because of the reserved attitude of being in a new place.

With Ron's sudden gag, the tension suddenly eased again.

Hermione's white forehead gradually settled together.

She is not a fool, and she can see the contradictions faced by this Rozier family.

It's like in the story - the huge family enters the stage of infighting after a period of rapid development.

Then a once glorious family ended in infighting.

She began to worry if the chaos would affect Owen.

She knew the boy and could solve it by force, and he would choose to do it immediately unless he was restrained by others.

There is already a contradictory family, and with his personality, I really don't know what will happen in the end.

"Whew—" The little witch sighed and followed Harry into the dining room.

This is the cloister of the estate dedicated to dining.

At the long table, everyone was seated.

This restaurant has never been more crowded than it is today.

This time it was roughly divided into two camps - one was Dumbledore's Army, including the Order of the Phoenix.

On the other side are the Saints of Grindelwald and members of the Umno Party.

The long table was filled with a variety of delicacies prepared by the elves.

Not only French cuisine, but also recipes from various countries such as Germany and Italy have appeared.

The ceiling of the cloister, like the Great Hall of Hogwarts, casts a spell, and through the layers of clouds, snowflakes fall.

However, after landing at a certain height, the snowflakes disappear and do not fall to the ground.

It can be said that the entire cloister has been carefully decorated by the elves for the evening banquet.

However, their efforts do not seem to be paying off.

In fact, from the moment everyone sat here, an invisible smell of gunpowder rose.

The flames were unexpectedly not burning from Wenda.

Instead, it came from Grindelwald and Dumbledore, two 'lovers' who had a poignant love in Owen's mouth.

In the beginning, they just talked about some of the problems they had recently encountered at 'work'.

But when the problem began to unfold.

Contradictions arise.

As a recent major event, the elimination of the [Pretender] has naturally become a topic of discussion among them.

Always a hardliner, Grindelwald was dismissive of Dumbledore's scruples-filled investigative methods.

What he advocated was a large-scale forceful intervention, and it would have been impossible to deal with the [pretenders] in the first place, and he could not give those people a chance to prepare. The more it drags on, the more erosive the situation is likely to be.

"Albus." Grindelwald's voice was full of firmness and unquestioning, "Maybe you've been hiding behind your school and principles for too long." There is still no clear understanding of the situation, and pointless hesitation and concern will only make things worse. I think leave this matter to me before you give the next indecisive order. ”

Dumbledore frowned slightly, his voice calm but equally firm, "I understand your concern, Gael. But we must ensure that our actions do not harm innocent people. We cannot afford to lose sight of the bottom line of justice and morality in our rush to achieve results. ”

A flash of displeasure and anger flashed in Grindelwald's eyes: "Justice and morality? Do you still care about these [pretenders]? They won't reason with us, Albus? Are you old and confused? ”

Grindelwald's words were like a sharp knife that pierced Dumbledore's heart.

Although they reconciled.

But the idea has never been unified.

The only consensus between the two sides today is that they both believe that the other's ideas are flawed or even wrong.

The future of the wizarding world rests on the next generation, formerly Owen, and now—Miss Granger's name appears on the agreed list between the two.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice calm: "Gail, I just firmly believe that no matter what kind of enemy you face, you can't give up your principles and bottom line. If today there is a wanton invasion and destruction of other countries because of the possible presence of Pretenders, then tomorrow everyone will panic because of the unwarranted censorship and invasion of personal privacy that may come to their doorstep.

In fact, there are not as many Pretenders as we thought, and while we still don't know how their means of reproduction work, it must be quite difficult. Otherwise, it wouldn't be more than a hundred years, that's all. ”

"The bottom line of principle." Grindelwald's lips squirmed, and a pair of heterochromatic eyes were full of dissatisfaction.

Obviously, these ethereal things did not convince him.

But—he didn't speak again, just looked at Dumbledore coldly, the arguments and contradictions between him and Dumbledore could no longer be resolved in words, if the conversation could make the two people have the same idea, then it should have been reached decades ago.

And not the arguments that are still chattering on now.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on Miss Granger, who was talking to Roy.

Hermione noticed the gaze as well.

"What do you think we should do?" He asked suddenly.

And this time, Dumbledore also looked over in surprise.

When he understood Grindelwald's intentions, he began to look forward to Hermione's answer.

"Me?" Hermione pointed to herself, looking left and right, and after being sure that the two legendary wizards were watching her, she quickly sat up straight, then frowned and began to ponder.

This is definitely not a question that can be easily answered.

It's a paradox.

What can she do?

(End of chapter)