Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

Severus Snape sat on the bed with a sullen face. The stupid dog Black was indeed a stupid dog.

Last night, he was at home concentrating on brewing a special potion for his poor godson Draco Malfoy. The stupid dog Black suddenly opened the door and came in. He didn't even have time to figure out how the stupid dog Black knew where he lived. At the end of Spider Alley.

His robe was pulled aside by the stupid dog Black. If it weren't for protecting the pot of potion, he would have cast several harmful spells on that stupid dog last night!

Stupid dog Black is like drinking fake wine. Merlin, don't keep calling other people's Christian names when you're drunk!

Moreover!He has told that stupid dog many times!Don't call him by his Christian name!

Snape remembered looking at the face of the stupid dog Black getting closer and closer last night, and the wand he reflexively drew out...

Unexpectedly, Sirius suddenly pushed him away, and he fell heavily to the ground without losing his balance.

"Oh! No! Severus hasn't agreed to my pursuit yet! The progress can't be too fast!" Sirius slapped his own face fiercely, trying to wake himself up.

Severus himself, who fell to the ground, darkened his face as he listened to the soliloquy of the stupid dog Black, who was swaying unsteadily in front of him.

The second before he lost consciousness when he was hit by Sirius's sudden curse, Snape felt extremely speechless.

If you want to stop your own deviant behavior, just knock yourself out!What's the point of leaving him unconscious? !

He couldn't use normal human thinking to guess the behavior of a stupid dog!

What's even more shameful is that he can actually be hit by the curse of a drunk dog!

When Lucius returned from the Ministry of Magic, he saw a dejected Sirius squatting at the door of the living room.

He turned the corner and walked past Sirius without looking back. He didn't want to waste another few hours listening to Sirius praise Severus Snape and his unattainable expectations. The longing and yearning for love.

Today he just took over the position of Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation from Barty Crouch Sr., and he didn't want to be disturbed by Sirius's nonsense at this time.

"Oh, Lucius Malfoy! Why can't you take some time to care for your poor brother-in-law?"

Again.

Lucius Malfoy rolled his eyes.

Well, this stupid dog Blake is entering his specific crazy time again.

Phew, calm down, Lucius.

Sirius Black is the only heir to the Black family, and he can also help defeat the Dark Lord.

"Tell me, what happened to you and Severus."

After listening to Sirius's regrets for two hours, Lucius was sure that he had once again wasted two hours of precious time.

He really would rather run to capture that crazy woman Bellatrix than waste time here listening to Sirius's meaningless nonsense.

Even though he talks so much, Sirius has never been able to conquer Severus Snape just by talking.

Merlin, if Sirius could catch Severus, he would believe that Bella could give birth to the Dark Lord's child.

"Gellert, are you sure you really want to do this?" Dumbledore looked at the man standing in front of him with a somewhat unclear look, with very layered pale blond shoulder-length hair and a gold-lined shading dress. Gellert Grindelwald in a white suit and black tie.

After Gellert Grindelwald heard Dumbledore's voice, he used magic to condense a water mirror and took a closer look at his own style. His light blond hair stayed obediently behind his head and was covered up with magic. The blue eyes with heterochromatic pupils also look perfectly normal.

Apart from his pale skin, he didn't feel anything wrong.

"We're just going to Little Hangleton to explore." Dumbledore sighed slightly, "So you don't need to dress up like you're preparing for a lecture for thousands of people."

Use your image of seducing people without fail.

"Tom Riddle will not open his door to welcome you Grindelwald as his predecessor just because of your outstanding image."

"Oh, Albus," Grindelwald frowned. He was not dressing up like this for the ugly, noseless, image-conscious so-called Dark Lord Voldemort.

"I just thought you might need a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next term."

Dumbledore stared at Grindelwald and said, "Gellert, you said you would not do anything unnecessary."

"Of course," Gellert Grindelwald raised a faint smile, "but besides me, can you find a more suitable candidate to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

Dumbledore lowered his head and did not speak. He indeed had not decided on the candidate for Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

But Alastor Moody will definitely agree to his request.

"Okay, Albus, I promise, I won't turn this class into a Dark Arts lesson."

"Believe me, no one is more suitable than me. Think about that curse. You will never let your students who have gone through many experiences to enjoy the effects of the curse."

Dumbledore glared at Grindelwald dissatisfied, how could he forget that Gellert Grindelwald had always had the ability to peer into people's hearts.

Grindelwald's faint smile hung on his lips, and he raised his hands toward Dumbledore, "Okay, next time I will definitely get your permission before reading your thoughts."

"No next time, Gellert."

"Well, okay."

He knew that his Albus had agreed to his appointment as Defense Against Magic professor at Hogwarts.

Grindelwald took out his wand and shook it, and a red rose condensed on the tip of the wand.

Dumbledore looked at the red roses in front of him, frowned calmly, and clenched the hand holding the elder wand behind his back.

"Where did you get your wand?"

"Have you forgotten?" Grindelwald frowned, "This is my first wand, and it is indeed not very obedient."

"But it's still much more obedient than the Elder Wand."

Dumbledore looked at the wand in Grindelwald's hand that seemed to have been violently torn from the tree and had three red tips.

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald still kept his first wand, after getting the Elder Wand.

"How old are you now?" Dumbledore looked at the young Grindelwald who had used magic to change the color of his heterochromatic pupils.

He had never seen Grindelwald at this age.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

Just like that hazy summer.

"I don't know, maybe 25." In order to prevent anyone from recognizing that the teacher at Hogwarts was actually the most dangerous dark wizard in the wizarding world, Albus would be in trouble.

He deliberately chose the appearance when he was not so, well, famous.

"Albus, would you like to try it? This youth potion is very useful."

"No, Gellert, are you still using magic power to maintain your image?"

Grindelwald nodded calmly, it didn't take much of his magic anyway.

Dumbledore shook his head, wrapped the red rose conjured by Grindelwald with magic power and put it into the vase on the window sill.

"Let's go to Little Hangleton."

Grindelwald twirled his wand in a circle and followed Dumbledore with casual steps.

In fact, it didn't matter whether he had a wand or not, he just wanted to reassure Albus.

He knew Albus didn't fully believe him yet.

But he did do some other things behind Albus' back.

Voldemort, the Dark Lord?

Grindelwald put his wand into his pocket casually. He had never seen the Dark Lord stupid enough to slice his soul into pieces.