I'm a group favorite at Hogwarts (hp)

The Three Broomsticks Bar.

"Ms. Rosmerta, long time no see, your business is still as good as ever.

Bring me a glass of mead, please. "Principal Dumbledore looked at the bar owner with a smile, and said in a gentle and polite tone.

"Oh dear Dumbledore long time no see.

No matter what you say, it's just the same thing, barely able to live.

Just a glass of mead?Alone today? Ms. Rosmerta waved her hand modestly, and looked at Dumbledore with mockery in her eyes.

"It's like this, just one person." Dumbledore pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose guiltily, and said without changing his face.

"Okay, please wait a moment." After finishing speaking, Ms. Rosmerta quickly prepared a glass of wine, pushed it to the bar and handed it to Dumbledore.

"It's mine alone, I wish you a happy mood!" Ms. Rosmerta blinked mischievously.

"How embarrassing is this?!" Dumbledore shrugged off with a smile while holding the wine.

"You're welcome, we are all old friends, aren't we?!" Ms. Rosmerta smiled.

"Thank you then." Dumbledore nodded gratefully to the bar owner, then turned and entered the reserved room.

"Albus, you're late again." The man half lying on the sofa next to the fireplace said with his eyes closed, with helplessness and indulgence in his tone.

"Well, maybe it's just a little late." Dumbledore was embarrassed and wanted to explain something.

"Are you sure it's only for a while? We made an appointment to meet here at eight o'clock in the morning. It's 09:30 now."

The man on the sofa who was wearing a wizard's cloak and a hood without showing his face opened his eyes, sat up, and sighed.

"I'm sorry, you know, there are a lot of things going on in the Ministry of Magic recently, and the school managers often fight openly and secretly because of various things, which is very troublesome."

Dumbledore smiled, approached the sofa slowly, sat down opposite the man, and took a sip of mead leisurely.

"Oh, you can always gag me.

But this time, in order to wait for you, I spent a lot of money and lost a big deal.Say it, pay compensation several times. "The corner of the man's mouth curled up, and he asked seriously.

"That's not how the account is calculated. With our relationship, it's a bit unfair to talk about compensation." Dumbledore paused for a while, and then laughed with the other party, obviously trying to play a rogue.

"Since you don't say anything, I won't take the initiative when I give you the initiative. I'm sorry, dear, but I can only decide the number of times." The man said casually, leaning forward, staring directly at Dumbledore.

"You said it yourself, I won't admit it." Dumbledore continued to speak nonchalantly, smiling gently at the other party.

"Albus, it seems that you have had a really good life recently."

The man gave a wicked smile, quickly flashed to Dumbledore's side, pulled him into his arms, and stretched out his hand maliciously to squeeze the other's waist.

"Gellert, enough of you, you spilled all my mead."

Dumbledore blushed and was very angry. He protested dissatisfiedly and pulled the opponent's hand away, got up and moved to a place a certain distance away from the opponent, looking at the spilled wine with almost a few sips left.

"It's really sad, my dear. I haven't seen you for so long, don't you think I'm not as important as a glass of mead now?" Gellert Grindelwald said aggrievedly, his mouth twitching.

(Post first, change the rest tomorrow.)