trainer at hogwarts

Morris was immediately alert, stood up, and took out his wand.

Gardevoir looked to the side of the stairs and continued using telepathy: "He seems to be walking in our direction. Do you want to prepare to predict the future?"

Morris frowned and shook his head slightly.

They don't want to turn Grindelwald into an enemy. They should be polite before fighting. If they are not too strong, they should not take action if they can solve the problem with their mouths.

Fighting and killing will harm the peace.

The stairs were at the edge of the flashlight's light. In a blur, Morris and Gardevoir saw a ragged old man appearing at the corner of the stairs.

Gellert Grindelwald.

He didn't seem to be the same person in Morris's impression who was full of energy and spoke passionately in front of everyone. His back was a little arched, and his hands and feet didn't look very neat, let alone the obvious shackles on his wrists and ankles.

"It's so rare that someone would come here, and they are still two children..." He paused, and his eyes turned around Gardevoir, "Oh... it's a child, and the other one is not a human being."

Morris: "..."

Although Duoduo's race is indeed not human, this tone of voice deserves a beating!

The original plan of chatting with the old man after eating the barbecue was shattered, and he was forced to deal with the old man first while smelling the aroma of barbecue.

What a disgusting feeling.

Morris and Gardevoir exchanged crazy glances. Why did the boss suddenly come down?

Grindelwald snorted coldly, walked over to the fire and sat down. He easily picked up the roast beef on the shelf, tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Morris: !?(?_?;?

Are you just grabbing a meal and eating it?

You are a prisoner now. Can you have some consciousness of being a prisoner?

I have never seen such a shameless boss!

"Kid, do you have any beer?" Grindelwald burped and said without looking back.

Morris' mouth twitched, he thought for a moment, then took out a bag of pumpkin juice from his bag and threw it over: "There's no beer, please drink more pumpkin."

Grindelwald took it in disgust, wrinkled his nose and took a few sips, muttering dissatisfaction, saying that he didn't know how to bring some beer when he went out.

Morris listened to a black line, making it seem like I am very familiar with you.

"Master, I don't feel that he has any malice towards you. On the contrary, he seems to be a little... curious about you?" Gardevoir reminded Morris telepathically.

Curious why I'm here? Morris complained secretly.

Grindelwald suddenly raised his head, looked at the giant flashlight for a while, and then said, "Muggle thing?"

"Of course, you can't carry a lamp when you go out." Morris unconsciously took the credit for himself.

"They have no magic, but their creativity is much greater than that of wizards." Grindelwald sighed and continued, "As long as you give them enough time, they can create weapons that are enough to threaten wizards. Hum. They always I thought I could ignore those guns as long as I was prepared, but they have more than just guns! What a pity..."

"Boy, I heard that you are very interested in my past affairs?"

Morris denied it: "No."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"curious."

Morris replied casually, he was a little surprised now. Grindelwald's reaction seems to have been through a letter with Dumbledore, so his previous conspiracy theory may have to be overturned.

Grindelwald sneered and continued to gnaw on the beef.

Morris invited Gardevoir to sit next to him, and each elf took out a piece of meat and roasted it slowly on the fire.

"If you eat my meat, why don't you tell a story?" Morris turned the beef leisurely, "For example, about Principal Dumbledore?"

"Him? Hahahaha...what do you want to hear?"

Morris blinked: "Love."

Gardevoir had already confirmed that Grindelwald was no match for him, so Morris was ready to test the waters first to see if he could make waves.

Even the bright light couldn't block Grindelwald's changing expression, although his original expression wasn't very pretty.

"...Interesting boy." He said hoarsely, "He is right. You are indeed very bold. Did the magical animal next to you give you the courage?"

"Since Principal Dumbledore has contacted you, didn't he tell you that Gardevoir is not a magical animal?" Morris asked.

Grindelwald squinted his eyes and looked carefully for a moment: "...Elf, I have never seen this kind of elf."

The corners of Morris' mouth rose slightly, which was the pride of people from another world.

No matter how awesome you are in this world, so what! I have been to three worlds, can Grindelwald do it? Could Dumbledore do it? Can Voldemort do it?

After sweeping away a large piece of beef, Grindelwald wiped his mouth with his tattered clothes, stood up from the ground, put the pumpkin juice bag on his waist, burped, and swayed to go back.

The uncle’s demeanor is fully revealed.

Gardevoir tilted his head: "Master, do you want to stop me?"

Morris has not yet figured out the brain circuit of this old man. Apart from watching two "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" in the cinema in his previous life, his understanding of him is completely blank.

"Wait a minute, let's finish the meal first. Anyway, if the monk runs away, he can't run away from the temple. He can't go anywhere but here."

Gardevoir thought about it, but he was a little angry because the meat he had finally finished roasting was robbed.

Morris's mood now is a little subtle. There was a sense of annoyance for guessing the wrong answer, but also a hint of Dumbledore actually caring about his own happiness, whether he should be happy or not.

However, although Grindelwald is relatively older, he feels that it is easier to negotiate than expected. He hopes that he will be able to talk easily later, so that he can learn some tricks by the way. For example, that natural gas ultimate move is so cool!

Wait, did he change the subject when I asked him to talk about Dumbledore's love? Then after he finished eating, he patted his butt and walked away coolly, and I got nothing.

The clown is me!

Σ (?д?lll)

These old immortals are indeed not good people!

"Master, you are very expressive." Gardevoir held his chin, "Grindelwald returned to his bed and turned over."

"Went back again..." Morris rubbed his head, "So this guy came down after smelling the aroma of barbecue, ate and drank, and then went back to sleep?"

Gardevoir nodded: "Yes, that should be the case. Master, I kind of want to teach him a lesson."

The crystal lantern spirit hiding in the shadow agreed very much: "Hit him, beat him! I can't even eat the barbecue, this man is too much!"