Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 372 Another Fate ([-])

The sea breeze blows, and the seagulls soar.

The weather in New York today is not very good.

There are a few thick rain clouds floating in the sky.

"Woooo!"

The huge cruise ship approached slowly, making an ear-splitting roar.

After a while, a spacious boarding board was put down on the ship, and the crowd crowded down.

More and more people walked, and in the end, there was only an old man with a gray beard in an elegant suit left on the deck.

He carried the suitcase, raised his head, subconsciously glanced at the weather above his head, smiled wryly and shook his head.

Although it is called "Land of Freedom", Dumbledore feels that the air here does not seem to be sweeter than other places.

He took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and muttered.

"It's not far behind the fog in London."

However, complaining about the weather was just an instinct of being an Englishman, Dumbledore straightened his expression, and walked off the boarding board with his suitcase.

He's here to do business this time!

"Ah, Mr. Dumbledore, here you are."

On the pier, there were already people from the Magic Congress of America waiting for Dumbledore.

Seeing the tall old man with a gray beard, two young wizards immediately greeted him with respectful smiles.

"Hehe, the long-lost travel has made my body almost fall apart. It's good to see you."

He came to America this time through the "portkey", and the teleportation location was in the utility room of the big ship just now.

Transferring magic, after all, is not as comfortable as taking a vehicle.

The old man smiled and took off the brown top hat on his head.

"Then, take me to your congressional headquarters."

"Of course, please here."

It was said that two young wizards wanted to lure Dumbledore to the car where Chairman Samuel was.

However, the moment they opened their mouths, a burst of violent magic light suddenly lit up, which startled them!
"who!"

Dumbledore is an internationally renowned wizard, so his safety must be guaranteed.Without even thinking about it, two members of the American Ministry of Magic showed their wands and stood up.

On the contrary, Dumbledore felt a trace of familiarity from the magic light.

Is it.
"call out!"

The transfer magic ended, and a figure appeared.

Just like Dumbledore thought.

It was Klein who suddenly appeared.

"Wait, he's my student Klein. Didn't you go back to Germany? Why did you come here suddenly?"

Hold down your hands, and let the two sensitive American Ministry of Magic members calm down.Dumbledore came to Klein's side and said in doubt.

"Why am I here?"

Unexpectedly, Klein had a very helpless expression on his face.

"I wouldn't want to be here if I could.

Principal, do you know how much trouble you have caused me? "

trouble?
Dumbledore was dumbfounded.

I didn't do anything, old man~
"Stop, stop, stop!"

Klein got a headache just looking at this old man, still pretending to be innocent.

Of course, a large part of his headache is the aftereffect of casting the forbidden spell, the kind that won't get better in a while
"What's the matter?"

Dumbledore stroked his beard, but couldn't think of what he had done to Klein.

"Oh, it's nothing, I just miss you all of a sudden, and I want to see if you're okay?"

Rubbing between his brows, Klein didn't bother to explain anything.

After all, such a thing as reversing time is too shocking, even if he tells the truth, Dumbledore may not believe it.

"Ah, this"

Dumbledore was very thieves, and it was obvious at a glance that Klein was not telling the truth.

But the members of the Ministry of Magic of the United States were still hanging out there, so he couldn't say anything, so he just introduced it with a smile.

"This is Klein, Klein Grindelwald, my student."

"Hello."

Klein raised his hand feebly as a greeting to the two Ministry of Magic members.

"Hi, it's an honor to meet you." "I'm a fan of the England Quidditch team, please sign me later!"

Two members of the American Ministry of Magic smiled enthusiastically.

The famous "Son of Magic", of course they have seen it in newspapers.

"Okay, take us to find it."

Dumbledore smiled, and was about to take Klein to find Samuel, the chairman of the Magical Congress of America, but Klein grabbed his sleeve and shook his head.

"Don't bother, I know where 'it' is?"

As he said that, he dragged Dumbledore away without any explanation, leaving only two young members of the Ministry of Magic staring at each other.

"Are they leaving now?"

"Well, it should be."

"Mr. Chairman is still waiting in the car."

"Yes."

"then we"

"How do we communicate?"

"Yes, yes, how do we communicate?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

At the same time, a certain car in the port.

"Ah!"

In the car, Mr. Samuel G. Kouhaug sneezed inexplicably.

He blinked at the pigeons flying by outside the window.

Damn it's getting colder and colder.

"You will be punished, monster!"

Thomas Iverson spat out blood.

He's dying.

This old man who has worked in the Department of Magical Transportation for more than 20 years watched helplessly as the white "monster" approached him little by little.

At the last moment of his life, he still acted like a real man after all, not kneeling down to beg for mercy.

only.
Thinking of his wife and son, he couldn't help but feel infinite fear in his heart.

He died, what should his wife and children do?
"Hehe, punishment? I have always been the only one who punished others, and no one has ever punished me."

Voldemort laughed strangely.

Behind him, Peter the Fat Mouse looked around.

The "monster" is getting closer.

Thomas gritted his teeth and forcibly suppressed those cowardly thoughts in his heart.

Glancing at the wand that had fallen not far away, he took a deep breath, planning to deliver a "death blow".

But Voldemort seemed to have sensed the other party's thoughts, and shook his head cruelly.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea, Mr. Thomas. Yes, I noticed your nameplate, Thomas, a good name, very suitable to be the nourishment for my evolution."

Voldemort felt every cell in his body jumping for joy.

He had a hunch that as long as he devoured the flesh and blood of the man in front of him, he would definitely undergo some new changes.

Moreover, the death of this man could further spread the fear within the Magical Congress of America.

It's time for every weakling to whisper his title!

"Dark Lord"

Yes, he is the master of the darkness, and he rules over everyone's life!

"Pooh!"

Knowing that his plan had failed, Thomas couldn't help spitting at Voldemort.

But Voldemort didn't care.

It was just a mouthful of saliva, and what he absorbed was more than just saliva.

"Master, let's do it, the members of the Magic Congress of America will arrive soon!"

Seeing that Voldemort was playing with "food" again, Peter said impatiently.

For some reason, an ominous premonition lingered in his heart.
(End of this chapter)