Professor of Pharmacy at Hogwarts

"I remember that when I first saw you in Nurmengard, you were this tall."

Dumbledore gestured with his hands, looking nostalgic.

"When you saw me landing on the island, your eyes were wide open and your face was blank, just like before,"

"When I was still wondering where Gellert abducted a child from, you suddenly ran away, shouting, 'The bad guy is coming, Grindelwald, old man, run quickly, bad old man. Coming to catch you'"

"When I walked to the castle, you were holding your wand nervously, protecting Gellert behind you. You looked brave."

Alexis couldn't help but smile when she talked about her childhood.

That was the first time he met Dumbledore. At that time, Dumbledore was already dressed in this strange way.One is a handsome old man who is energetic, and the other is a strange old man with eccentric tastes. He takes it for granted that the strange old man is a bad guy.

Moreover, at that time, he only knew Grindelwald as Grindelwald, and did not know that Dumbledore was Dumbledore.

He thought it was Grindelwald's men or officials from the Wizengamot.

Dumbledore talked a lot about Alexis' childhood. When talking about these things, it was obvious that Dumbledore missed him very much.

After all, when Alexis was a child, he once admired Dumbledore because of his memory.

But later on, Dumbledore became very strict with him, which gradually caused the two to drift apart.

"No matter what, Alex, you know I always wish you the best,"

Dumbledore said sadly

"I thought a lot yesterday. Maybe I was a failed adoptive father and guardian, and I was too strict with you."

"I hope you don't..."

Dumbledore paused, seemingly distracted.

After a while, he came back to his senses.

"So, you decide your own affairs."

"I will try not to interfere too much in your own affairs from now on."

........................

Northern England, outside Yorkshire.

A plump beauty was walking down the street with a stern expression. She was holding a wooden stick in one hand, and her windbreaker was blowing in the wind.

The woman wore a hat, covering her short blond hair.

In front of the woman, several slovenly men were running away in confusion.

"Christie! You crazy bitch! What are you going to do!"

The man dressed as a homeless man turned around and cursed while running with a lame leg.

"We have always abided by the law and haven't done anything harmful, right?"

"Why do you keep chasing us!"

"Do you really want to kill them all?"

Christie kept walking, raised her leather-gloved hand, and spat out a magic spell from her wand, hitting a man in the back of the heart. The man froze on the spot, let out a short scream, and then fell to the ground.

"Kidnapping Muggles with the intention of killing them, and attempted murder. This is not law-abiding behavior,"

Christie walked up to the man who was hit, paused for a moment, and continued chasing.

"It was those Muggles who attacked us first!"

"We just wanted to steal some food, and we were even willing to give them work as compensation so they could attack us first!"

the lame man screamed.Seeing Christie getting closer and closer, he yelled sternly and inwardly.

"Do you really want to kill them all!"

"What's wrong with us!"

"Is it because we are werewolves?"

"Becoming a werewolf is not something we can decide!"

"Don't come here!"

The man backed away in horror, his expression becoming more and more panicked.

Alexis walked about ten meters in front of the man and stopped.

"Of course not." Christie took off her gloves, held the wand tightly in her palm, and kept looking around.

"Okay, don't play this trick."

"Did you bring me here because this is your home base?"

At this time, they had entered the territory of Yorkshire, and more than a dozen people walked out of the surrounding stores. These people kept approaching Christie with evil smiles.

"You are not a wandering werewolf tribe, are you?"

"I'm afraid you have some other purpose in going to London, right?"

"Bring me here, can you capture me with these people?"

Christie said, looking past the approaching werewolves and stopping at a person in front of the second floor window opposite, a look of surprise flashed across her face.

The man on the second floor, after seeing Christie, especially making eye contact with Christie, squatted down in panic and disappeared by the window.

"Christie, you're not right."

The lame man no longer needed to disguise himself. He took off his mask of panic and helplessness, and his expression became increasingly ferocious.

This is his tribe's base camp, and here are his people. He doesn't believe that this annoying Auror can defeat a dozen werewolves.

In order to lure this woman over, they injured several brothers. If the leader hadn't said she was very useful, he would have twisted this woman's neck off long ago.

"So, before you kill me, can you tell me your purpose of going to London?"

Christie asked solemnly, holding her wand tightly.

Her eyes were not on the lame man, but continued to stare at the second floor window.

She felt that the figure was very familiar, similar to a certain Gryffindor who didn't talk much.

It can't really be him, can it?

Could it be that he also became a werewolf?

Alexis should be heartbroken.

No!

I'll get rid of him here, and then get rid of all these werewolves, so that this secret will remain forever, and the whereabouts of this Gryffindor will forever remain a mystery in Alexis' world.

I heard that Alexis was back and teaching at Hogwarts.

This bastard didn’t even know to come see me when he came back!

Fortunately, I have been prepared.

Rufus should have delivered the gift I carefully prepared to Alexis, right?

I wish I could see his expression when he opened the gift!

oops!When will bastard Alexis finally come to her senses!

……

The lame man looked at Christie, who alternately giggled and frowned, dumbfounded.

Is this female cousin who has been chasing him all the way sick?

"Christy, we can talk."

The werewolf successfully surrounded Christie, and a tall and fierce man pushed the lame man away and said in a rough voice.

"Talk about what?"

Christie asked absently.

It's over now, it's over now, I can't wait to go back to London to meet Alexis!

Maybe he will be moved to tears after seeing my gift, and then hug me deeply after seeing me...

In just a few seconds, Christie had already thought of her grandson's name.

His name is York Felix.

To commemorate the turning point of his love affair with Alexis here in Yorkshire.

The second grandson is named Hogsmeade to commemorate their meeting.

The grandson's name is James Felix, in memory of the annoying James.

Forget it, who made him Alexis's good brother? Forgive him.