Peace and Friendship Hogwarts

The dimly lit room contained no furnishings except a cushioned sofa and chair.

There is a huge snake head entangled in the sofa chair. Next to the snake head is a baby-sized creature with a gray-white face that looks like it has been broken and stitched together.

Not far in front of the chair, a woman with disheveled curly hair and a man with one missing leg were kneeling.

"Bella."

A hoarse, low voice came from the position of the twisted creature.

A woman named Bella with disheveled curly hair and dirty clothes knelt respectfully in front of the sofa.

"mylord."

"Get out of here, now."

Little Hangleton couldn't hide any longer. Dumbledore had arrived, and he was accompanied by an unknown figure whose magic power was equal to his own.

"Lord, where are we going?" Bellatrix respectfully picked up the ball of flesh on the chair and protected it in her arms in a completely defensive state.

The huge snake head opened its orange vertical pupils and slowly crawled behind Bellatrix, spitting out snake messages from time to time and looking around warily.

He was not surprised by Lucius's betrayal. Malfoy, who put interests first, had no absolute loyalty at all.

But this left him without an excellent stronghold.

All those who betray the Dark Lord should be severely punished.

"To Hogwarts, Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets."

Grindelwald pushed his broken hair behind his ears, raised his eyes and looked at the place in front of him and Dumbledore where magic power was faintly waving in the air, "Albus, is that there?"

Dumbledore glanced at Gellert Grindelwald, who was wearing a full suit and even his tie clip, and sighed helplessly.

Gellert Grindelwald even leisurely held a cup of warm coffee with his left hand. Dumbledore looked carefully and saw that Gellert was still using the cup in his principal's office.

"Gellert, I think you should remember that we are not here for a vacation."

On vacation?

He would rather go on vacation with Albus, preferably by the sea.

Grindelwald turned to look at Dumbledore, his smiling eyes fixed, and his unruly eyebrows slightly raised.

The black-flowered hellebore was blooming just behind Dumbledore.

Grindelwald floated the coffee cup behind him, raised his hand slightly, and under Dumbledore's puzzled gaze, the cluster of black-flowered hellebores in full bloom behind Dumbledore disappeared without a trace.

"Gellert?"

"Oh, it's nothing, Albus," Grindelwald picked up the cup floating behind him and drank all the coffee in it.

This cup will have to be returned to Albus's office later.

"I'm looking around."

Where the black-flowered hellebores had just bloomed, intense red fire roses that did not suit the winter season were blooming.

Hellebore – in memory of a lost love.

It's really something that makes people feel bad when they see it.

The magic and curses specially arranged on the road to Riddle Manor were completely unable to withstand the progress of the two powerful wizards.

Within half a moment, Dumbledore and Grindelwald arrived at the gloomy and desolate Riddle Manor.

The particularly prominent expression of disgust on Grindelwald's face had seriously affected Dumbledore's thoughts.

In his memory, Gellert's young face had never shown such an expression of disgust even when he saw Aberforth's goat.

This really doesn't fit the image of Gellert, who now looks high-spirited, handsome and unrestrained.

"Didn't anyone tell him that even if he is the Dark Lord, he still needs to pay attention to his image?" Grindelwald raised his foot and kicked open the door of Riddle Manor.

"Well, Tom was very concerned about his image when he was in school." Dumbledore recalled the image of Tom Riddle at Hogwarts in his mind.

An outstanding student praised by everyone.

"Well, this may also be one of the disadvantages of Horcruxes." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows indifferently.

How could a dark lord with no image at all win over his men?

Just rely on Voldemort's so-called slogan of restoring the glory of pure blood?

As soon as Grindelwald and Dumbledore entered the hall of Riddle Manor, they saw a broken male body lying on the ground.

"he has gone."

Dumbledore put the Elder Wand in his hand behind his waist, squatted down, and looked at the corpse of the man who died in a cruel manner.

It's Fuldo.

The blood on the corpse was still warm, and there were traces of snake bites on Fuldo's body.

"It should have been not long ago."

Grindelwald cast several silent cleanings. He was sure that the unkempt rooms he had lived in Newgamund for 50 years were cleaner than this shabby house.

"Are you going to chase?"

Dumbledore shook his head, "You can't catch up."

Since Voldemort could sense his and Gellert's arrival in advance, he would not leave any traces that could be traced by him.

Grindelwald frowned slightly and quietly tapped the silver ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

After all, Voldemort is also a Dark Lord, albeit a former one.

But if he and Albus were caught so easily, then he had to doubt the overall level of wizards in the British wizarding world.

For so many years I felt like I was just freeloading, just making up random stuff in the Daily Prophet.