Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

December 1991, 12, Christmas.

Austria, Nurmengard Castle.

A little old man with white beard and hair standing on the square outside the castle took out his gold pocket watch to check it carefully, then looked at the sky covered by dark clouds, and said something impatiently.

"Why hasn't it come yet? Could it be that the owl was blown away by the blizzard?"

What made the little old man wait so much was the owl. Every week Lucas would come to the outside of the castle, waiting for the newspaper "Daily Prophet" sent from England.

After the failure of the great cause of myself and my master in 1945, the master specially ordered British newspapers out of the need to monitor his nemesis, so as to monitor at any time.

Today is Christmas, and logically there should be a special holiday supplement, but a snowstorm last night made the little old man worry about whether the owl would get lost because of it. It is still difficult to order British newspapers in Austria.

Just as the little old man was still in distress, a tired bird song pierced the silent air, and a strong owl flew wearily over the castle with a long package in hand.

The little old man blew a loud whistle to signal the owl's landing position, and the owl also landed very spiritually and slowly beside Lucas.

After throwing down the package, he lightly pecked Lucas' shoulder with his beak. The little old man also understood, took out a bag of bird food and put it on the ground, stroked the owl's back and said with concern.

"Thank you for your hard work, Xia Tian, ​​you are a strong man who can travel through wind and snow just like Master."

The owl called Xia Tian flapped its wings quite proudly, landed on the ground and began to eat by itself.

In fact, the little old man has always expressed that he doesn't quite understand his master naming his owl Xia Tian. It is clearly a very strong owl, so shouldn't it have a more domineering name?

But before he had time to think about it, the little old man immediately picked up the package on the ground and walked towards the interior of the castle. At this time of year, his master would be on the tower, waiting for the newspapers from England.

Although I don't know what the master's purpose is, but from the hopeful eyes of the master, it can be seen that he has not given up on his ideal.

The little old man with the parcel walked towards the main entrance of the castle. When he came to the main entrance, he looked up at the line above his head. The little old man still couldn't help but read a sentence silently.

"For the greater good."

I have been chanting this sentence since I was 20 years old, and from 1940 to 1991, I have also changed from a handsome German boy to a little old man with white beard and hair.

But I have never given up on my ideals. I know that one day my master will come out of this self-imprisoned cage and lead myself and my former companions to reshape the glory that belongs to the saints.

Thinking of these little old men, he strengthened his steps, and walked up the stairs with light steps towards the interior of the majestic castle.

Arriving at the top floor of the entire castle, there is a small room. A tall and straight figure with long white hair stands in front of a huge French window. The cold wind blowing from the window blows his hair wildly.

"Master, this is the special Christmas issue of the British Daily Prophet this year. It took a lot of effort in summer to send it across the towering Alps."

Looking at the back, the little old man said respectfully.

"A difficult task should be rewarded, and I believe you have done it for me, Lucas."

The back figure did not turn around, but said calmly.

"Of course, but today's newspaper may have some topics that interest you. I heard that your arch-rival Albus Dumbledore has a grandson, and I heard that he is an out-and-out genius."

The little old man named Lucas looked unusually respectful, and he didn't feel any anger because of the other party's behavior, but said calmly and slightly excitedly.

Who in the entire wizarding world doesn't know that Albus Dumbledore is the deadly enemy of the man in front of him, Gellert Grindelwald, and his master was defeated by that damned guy, and ended up imprisoned in this tower.

Originally, the saints wanted to assassinate Albus Dumbledore, but they gave up one after another due to the objection of their master. The saints could understand that the master wanted to come out of the rivers and lakes and defeat their old opponent head-on, so as to make sure that they were the best in the magic world. The identity of a strong wizard.

As a result, the saints have waited and waited for more than 40 years, but their master still has no intention of returning to the arena. Does his master want to compete with Dumbledore for a longer life, and use the advantage of life span to kill the other party? .

Although it has been a long time, most of the saints have not given up on their original ideals. After all, they are different from others. The saints pursue great ideals, they are people with patterns and dreams. Frustration and giving up.

As a result, 11 years ago, I heard that there was a guy called Voldemort in England, who claimed to be the so-called second-generation Dark Lord. The saints thought that this guy could cause Dumbledore a little trouble, but that trash died in a child In his hands, this is the second generation of the Dark Lord.

Just as Lucas was still thinking about the past, a yell brought him back to reality.

"What, you're sure it's a grandson, it's impossible, how could Dumbledore have a grandson, it's impossible, he wouldn't do such a thing."

Lucas saw that his master's face, which had been expressionless all the year round, began to distort a little, and he could see that the other party was very angry.

But Lucas didn't understand why he was so angry. Isn't it because the other party has descendants? Isn't this normal? make mistakes.

"It may be an illegitimate child or a son born to an illegitimate child. After all, it is normal for this kind of thing to happen after more than 40 years."

Lucas explained.

"Impossible, Dumbledore will never do such a thing, he is not that kind of person, well, stop talking nonsense with you and give me the newspaper, Lucas."

As soon as Lucas finished speaking, Grindelwald retorted loudly, and walked directly in front of Lucas, snatching the newspaper.

Seeing his master's reaction, Lucas really couldn't figure out why his master cared so much about whether his deadly enemy had offspring.

Also, why is the master so sure that Dumbledore will not make the mistakes that all men can make.

Grindelwald didn't have time to pay attention to this subordinate who was still thinking about it, and directly opened the newspaper in his hand. What greeted his eyes was a huge headline and a photo that occupied half of the page.

"Shocked! The mysterious member of the Dumbledore family, the most outstanding genius since the founding of Hogwarts." Under the exaggerated title is a high-definition dynamic photo, a tall witch and a man with elf blood Wu took a little girl and a handsome and extraordinary boy with him.

When he saw the appearance of that boy, Grindelwald's heart could no longer be as peaceful as before. It seemed that his efforts were not in vain, and the gear of fate finally turned again.

"Lucas, get ready, we're leaving this damn place, fate has finally reached the next crossroads, and now we're going to England."

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Grindelwald said to Lucas calmly.