Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 1 The Visitor of Summer Night

A summer night in 1991, Godric's Hollow.

Of all the half-wizard enclaves, Godric's Hollow is perhaps the most famous.

Godric Gryffindor, one of the founders of the magic school "Hogwarts", was born here; the wizard and goldsmith Bob Wright created the first "Golden Snitch" here; The "mysterious man" in the British wizarding world also fell here.
Of course, that was more than a decade ago.

"Dear Bathilda, long time no see."

Looking at the kind-looking fat old lady in front of him, Albus Dumbledore stuffed a bauble that looked like a lighter into his pocket, and actively lowered his body to give her a hug.His long beard completely covered his old friend, and when the two separated, the old man with half-moon glasses did not hide his surprise on his face, and immediately followed up.

"Merlin's beard, I hardly recognize you."

"Hehe, Albus, come in quickly."

After hearing this, the fat old lady couldn't help but beam with joy.With a smile on her side, she invited the greatest wizard and headmaster of Hogwarts into the room, and with a simple move, a little monster with a stooped figure and a head as big as a bucket appeared out of thin air, and sent two Cup of steaming dark brown drink.

Sitting down on the old sofa, Dumbledore took the cup, and a strange smell rushed into his crooked nose, even though he was well-informed, he was a little confused at this time.

However, he believed that his old friend would not harm him.Hesitantly took a sip, and then put the tea cup under the crooked nose to sniff carefully. He looked at Bathilda Bagshot curiously, and asked suspiciously.

"Bathilda, what potion is this?"

"Potion? Hahaha, my dear Albus, this is no potion."

As if hearing the funniest joke in the world, the fat old lady began to laugh out loud. Her voice was hoarse like an old cat, but her attitude was very close to Dumbledore.

"Well, it seems that in the face of the unknown, our great Albus Dumbledore is just an apprentice."

After laughing enough, she also took the teacup from the house elf, took a sip, and then explained to the other party with a relaxed expression.

"It's tea, or herbal tea, brought back from the Far East by the boy I wrote about. Honestly, this tea tastes best when it's cold, but you know I'm a staid Old guy, I prefer to watch the steam rising from the teacup."

Thinking of the child's face, Bathilda Bagshot, the historian of magic and the author of "A History of Magic", couldn't help showing a proud and doting look on his face.

"Bathilda"

Several tastes on the tip of his tongue intertwined back and forth, just like the mood in Dumbledore's heart, he seemed to want to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Let me meet the kid. There are some things I want to say to him face to face."

"Luo Ke, go and ask the young master to come down."

Bathilda Bashart nodded, and gave instructions to the house elf who was standing quietly waiting.

"Yes."

The little monster with a head as big as a bucket saluted slightly, and disappeared in place with a "pop", and disappeared instantly.Not long after, a teenager holding a book slowly walked down the stairs and came to the living room where Dumbledore and Bathilda were.

Appropriate light-colored linen hunting suit, spotless khaki boots, light golden hair casually tied into a short ponytail; eyes are clear and bright, like twinkling stars in the sky, or like water soaked in a cold spring Sapphire, thin lips tightly pressed, revealing the seriousness and caution unique to Germans.

Dumbledore was slightly taken aback.

"Klein, this is"

Unaware of the strangeness of her old friend, Bathilda Bagshot spoke with a smile, but before she could finish speaking, a young man who looked like a boy walking out of a mural in St. Peter's Basilica abruptly interrupted his distant great-aunt.

"I know, the famous Albus Dumbledore."

After a pause, the young man bowed slightly, with an impeccable standard of etiquette.

"Nice to meet, Mr. Dumbledore, I'm Klein, Klein Grindelwald."

The nostalgic surname came to his ears, and Dumbledore remained calm, but a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes under the half-moon glasses.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke in a gentle yet humorous way.

"Hello, Klein, it's a great honor to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Seeing a young man with an adventurous spirit like you always reminds me of my old self, but using the "Confusion Charm" on Muggles and Oblivion Charms are not a good idea, they need to be treated with some respect."

In the middle of speaking, Dumbledore suddenly changed the topic.The old man had a kind smile on his face, as if he was admonishing an old friend he had known for many years.

"I did it very cleanly. No one found out. Even the Ministry of Magic didn't know how I went to the Far East and how I got here."

Klein's expression didn't change at all.

"Well."

Dumbledore couldn't help but be speechless, he didn't expect the attitude of the other party to be like this.
Indifferent.

This boy made him both strange and familiar.

The old man fell silent and frowned unconsciously.

"What is Mr. Dumbledore thinking, putting me in jail? I mean, like my great-uncle."

Dumbledore stopped talking, but Klein had a provocative smile on his lips.

Gellert Grindelwald.

Klein's great-uncle, the most outstanding figure in the Grindelwald family, is also the root of the Grindelwald family's decline.The "Dark Lord" who left a strong mark in the history books was defeated by the great wizard in front of him.

"Klein!"

Hearing this, Bathilda Bagshot's expression changed.

But Klein ignored her and continued talking on his own.

"Great Mr. Dumbledore, you may not know that when I bear the name of the remnants of the Grindelwald family and was wantonly bullied by others, no one came to help me.

When I watched those people take away one thing after another that belonged to me in the manor, no one came to help me.

When I was finally kicked out of my house by the German Ministry of Magic with nothing but a burnt spellbook and a nearly broken unclaimed wand, no one came to my aid.

When I had nowhere to stay but huddled in the streets of Berlin, no one came to help me.

So"

Klein was smiling, but his eyes were cold.

"Mr. Dumbledore is going to send me to the final destination of all the Grindelwalds because I cast a spell on Muggles? I know that tower is called "Numergarde."

After the words fell, the atmosphere seemed to be frozen and heavy.

Albus Dumbledore, the great wizard who was as wise as the sea opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't utter a single word.His mood hadn't been this complicated for a long time, and the boy's almost undisguised hostility almost swallowed him up.

He couldn't refute that he was indeed the "culprit" for all that.

"Or, do you prefer me to shout that slogan? How to put it, oh, right."

There was a hint of amusement in Klein's eyes.

"For the greater good."

"Okay, Mr. Klein."

Dumbledore interrupted Klein softly.

Suppressing the complex emotions in his heart, he took a deep breath, and his expression gradually returned to its original calm and gentleness.

"Your excellent eloquence has left a deep impression on me, and I am a little envious of your travel around the world, it must be very interesting.

but
Life is never a journey alone, friends are the most precious wealth, come to Hogwarts, Mr. Klein, it will be your home. "

Only Hogwarts, or in other words, only Hogwarts, can melt the ice of a young boy's closed heart.

In this regard, he is convinced.

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