rps+Tomie] NOT+REAL?

The barn, which had originally belonged to the Dumbledores, was half buried in the ground, with a stucco conical spire not far from the sheepfold.

It was already evening when the two left the barn, and unfortunately, a figure quite similar to one of them was not far away, driving the goats closer.

"Aberforth..."

Toby muttered helplessly.

"That's when I met... Really, I didn't prepare myself..."

Jamie smiled wryly.

Standing here were the two big living people who made him grit his teeth, and Aberforth obviously wouldn't turn a blind eye to them. He didn't even care about the goat, which he always took care of carefully, and came up to him head-on.

"Albus! You're hanging out with this bastard again! Do you know you're back home? Are you planning to leave Anna and me?"

"No, Aberforth thinks of me..."

Jamie found that he wanted to laugh a little bit damned when he saw the grievance on Toby's face.

But immediately, the irascible kid turned to him...

"And you Grindelwald! It's you! It's you again! What the hell did you do to Albus? You're not welcome here!"

"Humph!"

The unwelcome "Grindelwald" sneered and turned away.

"You! Go! Me! Home! Do! What! What!!!"

Seeing "Grindelwald" turning in his direction, Aberforth gritted his teeth angrily, hating himself for not carrying his wand with him.

Jamie froze.

"Getler..."

"Albus, what the hell are you—"

"We need to talk about Aberforth..."

"Albus" behind him is obviously still serious about acting, but this play may not be so easy to act...

"Can you get out?"

Jamie had never been evicted so unceremoniously.If it's really Grindelwald... this kid... he couldn't help thinking.But after all he couldn't do anything too extreme... Luckily for him, Aberforth.

With a provocative sideways glance, "Grindelwald" Apparated.

Although Grindelwald's aunt Bathilda is said to be a neighbor of the Dumbledore family, the two families are actually separated by a considerable distance-in fact, the Dumbledore family is separated from the surrounding households by a considerable distance. In the distance, several households stood there alone.

The houses in the valley were all Tudor style, Jamie noticed as he stood outside Bagshot's house.

"Little Gellert hangs out with Albus all day, and finally knows to go home?"

A middle-aged, ordinary-looking but somewhat bookish woman—undoubtedly Bathilda Bagshot—was approaching her with a smile.The friendly middle-aged aunt's face should obviously be a kind smile, but for some reason, Jamie felt his scalp tingle when he saw it - that feeling, like being targeted by a group of rabid fans .

"But Albus is such a good boy, you must learn more from him!"

Hehe, how dare Grindelwald's own aunt be a fan of Albus?

Jamie kept his face on the surface - he really didn't know what to say - he was naturally arrogant and alienated, but Bathilda didn't see anything wrong, maybe Grindelwald was at home originally in this way?

"Since you're back, tidy up your own room, turn it into a mess and keep people out...I'll get dinner."

Bathilda tiptoed and patted her grandnephew on the shoulder, then turned and went into the kitchen.Jamie breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and went upstairs in peace.

Grindelwald's room is indeed messy - old and new books and notes are randomly piled up at various opening angles, and the wardrobe hole is open, all of which are tight black trench coats, but it seems that it has passed through a lot of time. Picking up, the magic props exuding a dangerous and dark atmosphere were thrown on the floor like scraps of paper - the only thing that was carefully folded and carefully collected was probably the stack of parchment by the bedside that looked like a letter.

With a glance, Jamie knew that they were all communicating with the same person—and this person happened to be the only one who didn't need to think about how to deal with it at all.

He resigned himself to packing up, picking up, closing, and returning the books one by one, and when his fingers touched a large black leather-bound tome, Jamie paused, subconsciously looking at My right hand—did I forget something when I left the barn?

"Gellert, come down to eat—"

But he had no time to think about it. Aunt Bathilda's voice came from downstairs.

"Gellert? How did it take you so long to deal with a few spells?"

Well... Being a wizard is indeed not that easy to adapt to, the racial differences are too big - Jamie will never admit that this is because his Muggle thinking is deeply ingrained, anyway, he has also been a shadow hunter for half a month, But obviously Jace's combat-type shadow hunter would not be so bored that he would draw amulets on his body for a little housework...

"I'm still surprised that today I asked you to clean up the room so simply went, so I didn't intend to be obedient..."

Bathilda had already walked to the door, and glared at her worrying little grandnephew.

"That's all, let's eat first! Another day I will invite Albus to our house to see what it's like... I really don't understand you young people..."

Jamie shrugged indifferently, simply ignored the chaos in this room, and prepared to go downstairs.I secretly thanked the genuine Grindelwald again in my heart.Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at several bottles of fine red wine on the shelf next to the bed and the potion boxes on the lower row. He suddenly had an idea, and with a gesture of his hand, two bottles flew over, one fell into his hand, and the other fell into the pocket of the windbreaker inside.

And when he saw the plate full of herring, cheese, and mince pies, Jamie was glad that he did so-he is a vegan, and this will not change with time travel.

So... Bathilda looked in surprise at his always cheerful and escaped nephew with a gloomy expression on his face, cast a dispelling spell on the plate viciously, and put a bottle of wine on the table heavily as if he had nothing to love.

"What's wrong, it's like losing your soul? I really don't understand what you kid did to Albus..."

Jamie Mur.

Indeed, he also wanted to know what "he"—that damned little German Grindelwald—had done?So that everyone's reaction was "what did you do to Albus", obviously Dumbledore is two years older, isn't it?

"...Well, I confessed my love to Albus...it's a shame to say it...But, he refused me!"

Bathilda dropped her knife and fork.

"This... Albus, how can he bear it? Our little Getler is so cute! In Godric's Hollow, where can we find a boy who is prettier than our little Getler... there are no girls... "

The poor "Little Getler" in front of him seemed even more sad, and buried his whole face in his hands.Bathilda was a little overwhelmed, the relationship problem of the 16-year-old boy...

But in reality, Jamie had to cover his face with his hands...to keep from laughing. "Cute", "beautiful"... Merlin knows what adjectives these are!How could it be used on him...

"...But Gellert, there's no need to rush this kind of thing, you and Albus have only known each other for a month, there is still a chance if you take your time..."

So... the blood alliance after only a month of acquaintance?The "cute" and "beautiful" "Little Getler" is really more successful than expected and can flirt...

"Come on, Auntie will accompany you for a few drinks! Let's forget about it today, and work harder tomorrow..."

"Little Gellert" raised his head suddenly, his eyes sparkled, then darkened again, his eyelids drooped, his eyelashes trembled on his face, and he poured out the wine.

After a while, one of the two people got down on the table.

The wand lifted Bathilda's eyelids gently.

"Legilimens."

(Legiliency)

"Little Demon King"'s lips curled up in a slightly smug arc, and after a while, he pursed his lips as if feeling bored.

Bathilda is just a fool--it's okay to be foolish.

Jamie went back to the room and continued to slowly pick up Grindelwald's things.He still needs to be more familiar with this identity.

He flicked through the pages of the book, but had trouble concentrating.There is a figure that lingers in my mind - that soft red hair, that rosy cheeks, that delicate skin texture, that eyes, that...

Wait, why is it so vivid and clear?

Jamie wondered if he'd ever looked so closely at... Albus, or Nemo -- anyway... Toby...

Jamie was thinking wildly. He didn't know where to throw the book, and folded his hands behind his head.

Maybe he should go to Dumbledore and see what's going on, but Aberforth apparently...

Besides that Aberforth...the Dumbledore family also has a sister, right?Anna... that's right, it's Arianna.

Remember this Ariana...not normal?

Trying to remember all the details about the Dumbledores from the Harry Potter series - Jamie quickly realized that he had no details to recall...

Been bullied by Muggles...and then it's bad?That seems to be the case... What about the Fantastic Beasts series...

"Obscurer..."

Silently... the silent one? !

Two terms he was not so familiar with suddenly jumped out.Jamie recalled the rumors he vaguely heard in the crew, and...the first Fantastic Beasts...

But what really responded to him was the memory of Grindelwald's body itself-a powerful destructive power.

Does that guy know?Don't get blown up!

Jamie got up quickly, and rushed towards Dumbledore's house without thinking.

He should have Apparated...

The roof of Dumbledore's house has collapsed at one corner!

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