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Grindelwald walked around the living room leisurely and nodded with satisfaction, "The environment here is nice."

Wenxiu Lord patted Sebastian's arm proudly, "This is the place my almighty butler found. It's secluded, no one will disturb you, and the scenery is beautiful. It's the best place for retirement."

Sebastian looked radiant after receiving praise from his own master, which was more effective than drinking vitality replenishing potion.

A simple compliment was enough to make Sebastian so happy that Dumbledore couldn't help but look at him twice, "Your butler is really loyal."

Sebastian immediately stated, "Everything I have belongs to the head of the family." His proud tone matched his proud expression. Not only Dumbledore, but even Grindelwald looked at Vincent Lord in surprise.

One hundred percent loyalty is built into the system. Wenxiu Lord changed the subject guiltily, "Let's put him down first," and pointed at Abraxas Malfoy who was still floating beside the four people.

Grindelwald raised the corners of his lips with a meaningful smile. Everyone has secrets, and the little prophet in front of him just has more secrets. Considering that he allowed Al to meet him again, Grindelwald decided to let go of the small issue of exploring Vinciu Lord.

Sebastian led the group to the second floor, where they discovered that the facilities in the villa were very modern, with televisions and air conditioners all available. Almost all the technological products available in this era were fully furnished.

In other words, magic cannot be used on a large scale here.

Sebastian explained to them considerately, "Mr. Malfoy needs to adapt to Muggle life here."

Grindelwald raised his chin slightly, raised his hands to the height of his abdomen and waved his index fingers forward. Abraxas Malfoy, who was following behind the others, fell on the bed.

Wenxiu Lord took out the antidote he had prepared early in the morning from his pocket. The man in suspended animation let him do whatever he wanted. The butler pried open the man's mouth easily. The boy pulled out the cork and the liquid medicine flowed down his throat. Unfortunately, some of it got choked in his trachea.

Fortunately, the antidote took effect immediately. Abraxas Malfoy sat up suddenly and coughed uncontrollably for a long time before he felt that the itch in his trachea was less severe.

Sebastian handed over a glass of warm water. The man took it and drank most of it. He felt the discomfort in his throat disappear, and then he had the energy and time to pay attention to the strangers around him.

"Am I coming out?"

Wenxiu Lord smiled and clapped, "Congratulations, Mr. Malfoy, for your new life." 'Congratulations to myself, I finally have someone I can exploit.'

Abraxas Malfoy turned around when he heard the voice, and the boy's smiling face was as bright as the sunshine outside.

Abraxas Malfoy suddenly realized that the boy's appearance and personality would indeed make Malfoy fall for him.

Sebastian took a half step forward to partially block his own master, and twisted a dark green pill between his white-gloved fingers. "Mr. Malfoy, this is the antidote for your illness."

The platinum man withdrew his gaze and swallowed the little finger-sized pill with the remaining half glass of water in his hand.

Dumbledore stood on the left side of the door, his hands clasped in front of him, watching the excitement with a loving face. Grindelwald stood on the right side of the door, watching this scene, and had a more intuitive feeling of the charm of the young man he had predicted.

Al turned his head and saw that his eyes were also fixed on Wenxiu Lord. Grindelwald walked forward and entered the room.

"Now that you're awake, let's talk."

Abraxas Malfoy looked at the old man who walked into the room with a hint of doubt in his eyes. He knew everyone in the room except the one in front of him.

Dumbledore coughed a few times, put away his expression of watching the fun, walked to Grindelwald, and introduced him seriously, "This is Gatwald, a friend I found specially to remove the Death Eater mark on your arm."

Hearing this name, Wenxiu Lord's originally teasing eyes became a little dull, and after he reacted, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Dumbledore's face turned red, but Grindelwald accepted it well. He raised his eyebrows and took a few steps closer to Dumbledore.

"I saw your mark. How did that guy make something so disgusting?"

Grindelwald looked at the small black raised lines on Abraxas Malfoy's forearm with disdain.

"Dark magic mixed with curses, and a bit of soul magic. Who did he learn all this from? It's really a mess."

The tone was as if technological civilization had seen primitive people, with surprise mixed with undisguised contempt.

Wenxiu Lord thought: Tom Riddle taught himself little by little. It's a sign of his extraordinary talent that he can reach this level, okay?

Abraxas Malfoy was ashamed and he didn't dare to say a word. After all, except for the contents he saw in the restricted area of ​​Hogwarts, 90% of the other books and materials related to the dark magic that Tom Riddle came into contact with were provided by their Malfoy family.

Dumbledore interrupted Grindelwald's dislike for Riddle, "So, can it be lifted?"

"Of course." Grindelwald said confidently, raising the shackles in his hands and shaking them in front of the people, "The prerequisite is to remove them."

The aura exuded by the short-haired old man's words and actions was definitely not that of an ordinary person. Just by looking at the old man, Abraxas Malfoy felt like he was being seen through, which was even more stressful than when he faced Voldemort.

The platinum man hesitated. He looked at Dumbledore. "Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Gatworth," the man thought about his words and finally decided to speak directly. "Why is he wearing a chain on his wrist?"

There was no need for Abraxas to beat around the bush when facing the people present, and this was a matter of his life safety, so it was better to ask clearly.

Grindelwald was in a good mood after leaving Nurmengard and finding an excuse to meet Dumbledore. He did not care about the offensive words of the platinum man and answered his questions attentively.

"Young man, that thing on your arm is black magic. Why would I wear this thing that gets in the way?"

Dumbledore was distracted for a moment when he heard the familiar tone that he had not heard for a long time, as if he had returned to the valley of high spirits.

The young man told him his ambitions incessantly, and when he heard me agree with him, he would hug me in his arms in the same tone.

Decades have passed and I can no longer remember what I said. I can only vaguely recall the emotions in my heart.

Seeing that Dumbledore remained in a daze and didn't say anything, Vincent Lord spoke up to give Abraxas Malfoy some reassurance.

"Don't worry, Mr. Gatewell won't hurt you." He still wants to live with Dumbledore in his old age.

After hearing Wenxiu Lord's assurance, the platinum man didn't know what to say. He just wanted to remove the mark on his arm as soon as possible.

Several people discussed the follow-up arrangements.

Vincent Lord allowed Abraxas to recuperate here and adapt to life in a Muggle family while cooperating with Grindelwald in studying the Dark Mark.

Dumbledore agreed to stay here for the holiday under the strong request of everyone present except Sebastian.

After that, Dumbledore was abducted by Grindelwald on the pretext of something, and Vinciu Lord waved Sebastian to leave, leaving the space for him and Abraxas.

"How has Lucius been doing these days?" Compared to his own safety, the man was more concerned about his son who didn't know the truth.

Wenxiu Lord was silent for a while, pulled the chair in front of the desk to the bedside, sat down, and told everything he had learned in the past few days.

During this time the man never interrupted or asked any questions.

The water in the man's cup was almost empty, and Wenxiu Lord looked at him.

"Lucius is my friend, I will help him."

Abraxas Malfoy looked directly into the boy's eyes. There was absolutely no falsehood in what he had just said.

"Thank you. Wenxiu Lord."

This was the most sincere thanks he expressed on behalf of the Malfoy family.

Wenxiu Lord stood up and waved the magic wand in his hand. "Then you can create more wealth for me. I have told that person that I will hold all the wealth in Europe in my hands."

The platinum man watched the boy leave and smiled bitterly after a long time. It seemed that his son would never be able to get over it in his lifetime.