Civilization and Harmony Hogwarts

In July 1899, summer came early in Godric's Hollow.

"Gellert." Bathilda Bagshot looked at the young man who couldn't wait to ask him about the Three Hallows as soon as he came to his house. "Staying in the room and reading all the time won't help you."

"Perhaps, you can go out to relax." Bathilda suggested, "Also, since you are here for Ignotus Peverell's death invisibility cloak, you should go out more and look for it on the ground. clue."

"Aunt Bathilda." The blond handsome young man raised his head from the mountain of books, "I have already visited the churchyard in Godric's Hollow, I can assure you, Ignotus Peverly There isn't any clue of the Cloak of Death in the cemetery at all, so I'm looking for others now."

Bathilda immediately grasped the key point in Grindelwald's words: "You promise? How do you promise?"

The swearing appearance of the blond youth made Bathilda suspicious—how could he be so sure that there was no clue in Ignotus Peverell's tomb?

unless……

"You brat! Did you do something to someone else's cemetery!" Bathilda's mind was filled with Grindelwald sneaking out of the house in the dark at night, and then sneaking to the church cemetery, Then he snorted and pried the picture of other people's cemetery.

As for why it is night, Bathilda Bagshot is relatively old, but she is still very energetic during the day, and Grindelwald's activities during the day are all under her nose. It is well known that the magic experiment blew up Durmstrang, and she didn't want to wake up and lose her home.

However, she is old after all, and she doesn't have so much energy to stare at him. All she needs to do is to ensure that the young man doesn't make any big troubles. As for whether he has done some small black magic experiments in private, Bathilda I don't know.

"Don't do strange things to other people's cemetery!" Bathilda reminded, "After all, it is the ancient Peverell, maybe someone has set some curse in the cemetery against the pretender!"

"Of course I'm not that reckless anymore." Grindelwald looked at Bathilda innocently, "It's just a powerful clairvoyance spell and some detection spells."

"The clairvoyance spell?" Bathilda frowned, "Have you improved?"

Ordinary clairvoyance spells cannot penetrate the tomb of Ignotus Peverell, which is full of magic lines and spells.

Therefore, Bathilda was convinced that the young man with outstanding magic talent in front of him was definitely using his improved perspective spell.

"A combination of spell stop and confusion spells."

Spell Stopping, used to suppress the trigger of stopping the enchantment cast on the graveyard.

Confusion spell, which confuses the effects of perception spells and magic patterns.

Under the double guarantee, Grindelwald spent a few nights investigating the interior of Ignotus Peverell's cemetery.

"There's not even a single bit of information about the Deathly Hallows in it." Grindelwald stretched out his right ring finger and thumb, made a "a little bit" gesture, and sighed in disappointment, "So I'm looking for information about Information on descendants of the Peverell family."

"Not to mention the Elder Wand and the Resurrection Stone, at least the invisibility cloak in the hands of Ignotus Peverell, who escaped the pursuit of death, is definitely passed down to future generations." Grindelwald made a bold hypothesis, "Maybe , his descendants are still living in Godric's Hollow!"

"Okay." Bathilda saw that Grindelwald had plans, so he didn't say much, "But——"

"You still can't stay out of the house all the time! Young people should not rely on their health to stop exercising, you will know when you are old!" Bathilda thought for a while and said, "There will be some summer activities in Godric's Valley these few days , you can go play and meet some friends by the way."

"Friends?" Grindelwald sneered, "I don't think you can make any friends here."

"Gellert!" Bathilda looked a little annoyed at the blond young man's haughty look, "In my opinion, your talent is indeed far beyond that of ordinary wizards. I have lived so long. For many years, I have indeed never seen a few little wizards with such abundant magic power at your age, but being rare does not mean that there are none."

"I dare say, Albus from the Dumbledore family is definitely no worse than you!"

"Dumbledore?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows inexplicably, as if he was interested in the name in his aunt's mouth.

Grindelwald knew this aunt a long time ago. She was a clever witch and an outstanding historian. Bathilda Bagshot, who swims in the ocean of history, has a full understanding of excellent wizards. His vision was terribly high, and Grindelwald couldn't help being complacent about the great-aunt's high evaluation of his talent at first.

Today, she mentioned the name of an unfamiliar wizard and claimed that he was not inferior to her. This immediately made Grindelwald very interested in the "Albus of Dumbledore's house" that his aunt said.

"Excuse me—is Ms. Bagshot at home?"

Bathilda was about to speak more specifically to Grindelwald about Albus Dumbledore when a voice from downstairs interrupted her.

"Look! Speaking of Albus, he came." Bathilda then ignored Grindelwald, turned her head and smiled, and raised her voice to reply to the young man downstairs, "Yes, wait a minute, I will Come!"

Bathilda went downstairs swiftly, and Grindelwald sat on the chair and pondered for a while, then obeyed his inner voice and followed downstairs with great interest.

Bagshot's living room.

Albus was enthusiastically pulled into the house by Bathilda. Facing Bathilda's approach, Albus smiled politely: "I heard that you have guests at home, and my mother asked me to say hello."

"I brought some roasted mutton that my mother is famous for. I hope that guest will like it. I would like to express my apologies to you by the way-the family was concerned about my graduation a few days ago, so I did not welcome your guests in time. "

"Where does that brat need you to bother so much!" Bathilda unceremoniously disliked Grindelwald to Albus, "It's you, what's your plan after graduation?"

Albus was about to speak to Bathilda's question, but was interrupted by a sudden voice.

"Auntie! Saying these words in front of others will make me sad!" The clear but feigned sad voice of the young man came from the stairs of Bagshot's house.

Albus followed the voice and looked...

ps: I made up the clairvoyance spell in this chapter, and I also made up the powerful clairvoyance spell combined with the stop spell and the confusion spell.