94 hp Diagon Alley

The wizard, those bloodshot eyes behind the lenses that were tortured by illness, unexpectedly burst out with youthful brilliance in the dim attic.

"There's no difference." Grindelwald snorted, and then looked at Dumbledore's scorched black fingers that were conspicuous on the snow-white quilt. "Old? Isn't it?"

"Ah," Dumbledore said, looking down at his index finger, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "a great temptation, I did lose my head this time--but I still would, even when I was young." Do, I must try."

Grindelwald leaned back in his chair and said coldly, "What does he want from me?"

"I think you and I are very aware of his goals."

The old man on the opposite side looked even more unhappy, with a frightening and haughty look on his face that could be called dissatisfied with the wind and frost: "Do you think I will betray you? Albus Dumbledore, do you think I will tell him?"

"On the contrary." Dumbledore shook his head happily. "We do have many great differences - many of which we will never agree on, but I don't think you would. I'm just fed up and don't have to." sacrifice."

Grindelwald acted like Dumbledore had just told a big joke, but he also seemed genuinely pleased, "I wasn't planning to leave Nurmengard. Death might be a good ending."

"What changed your decision?" Dumbledore asked cooperatively.

Grindelwald suddenly stood up, stood next to Dumbledore's hospital bed, and looked down from above the "greatest white wizard" who defeated him: "Because I used my brain and figured out an old guy's trick— —He thought he fooled everyone, but he couldn't fool me."

"Well," Dumbledore didn't feel uncomfortable at all, "so you found out that I wasn't dead, so you decided to see my miserable appearance."

Grindelwald suddenly sat back on his seat again, "Yes, but now I feel terribly bored. I saw the mighty Albus Dumbledore, lying on a hospital bed in the attic like a dying old waste."

"It is indeed a little bit reluctant." Dumbledore nodded in agreement, "But I don't have much time, and there are too many things to do."

Grindelwald's attacks on his old enemy seemed to be on the cotton. He seemed to really feel that all this was too boring, or he couldn't stand Dumbledore's great dream of saving the world with love, and turned around and was about to go downstairs.

"Kreacher—that elf will take you to your room." Dumbledore said leisurely behind him.

"Give me the biggest room with windows. I hate the weather in London. Where did you hide the sun?" the old man cursed on the stairs.

"And he wants the biggest room? That's Kreacher's mistress's..."

"Shut up, you nasty little elf."

"Dirty bums, criminals, stained my master's carpet..." Kreacher retorted unbearably weak.

On the night Harry got the Gryffindor sword, an unexpected visitor came to the dungeon of Malfoy Manor.

Narcissa Malfoy quietly walked to the basement of her house, bypassing several other imprisoned guys, and waking up the old Ollivander who was huddled in a corner.

"He's very angry and will be back soon," Narcissa said in a whisper. "It's time to tell him where that thing is."

Garrick Ollivander's silver eyes slowly opened, he was stunned for a moment, and then nodded solemnly.

friend of potter

March.

"Thanks, Merlin." There was a crackling sound on the first floor of the dim Pig's Head Bar. Gwen clutched her chest and took George and Fred's cloaks, nodding to Lee Jordan who was sitting anxiously waiting. "You guys are 5 minutes late and my heart is jumping out of my head - no more bad news."

Several people walked up to Gwen's room on the second floor, and George stroked her hair, "We took a detour and left some 'gifts' for the Death Eaters..."

"...to save them from looking for our stronghold every day." Fred pretended to be relaxed, but their dusty appearance showed that it was not so easy to confront the Death Eaters (or the Ministry of Magic).

"Any more bad news?" George asked.

"The Death Eaters have taken Luna," said Gwen sadly, "because her father publicly supported Harry. Just now, Aberforth said that Xenophilius Lovegood was also arrested. "

"I hope they're okay." Afro-haired Lee Jordan expressed concern, "Otherwise we'll be the only ones telling the truth in the entire wizarding world."

There was another crackling sound downstairs, and Gwen probed down, and was relieved to see that it was Lupine.

"I told them they shouldn't have called you here, Professor." Gwen invited him upstairs, and the three big boys in the room were poking around some radio props, "You should be with Tonks now , is she okay?"

"She's fine, I just have to make sure she doesn't trip over me - probably for a few days." Lupine looked more excited than he showed. "Kingsley will be here later."

Just as he said, after ten seconds, Kingsley appeared on the stairs and said in his deep and slow voice: "It seems that they have no other choice, and they came to the Pig's Head Bar—"

"Actually, we still have three options." Fred stretched out half his body and greeted them, "But why would the Death Eaters think of us showing up in Hogsmeade in a big way?"

"What's the password for today?" Kingsley asked.

"Albus," said George, winking again at Gwen.

"Shhh, here we go—" Lee Jordan picked up the microphone, just as he used to stand in the Hogwarts Quidditch stands to commentate games, "...sorry for our short hiatus, because of those Charming Death Eaters, conducted multiple searches in our area.  … Now we have found another safe place,” Lee said. “I am happy to report that two of our regular contributors are also Beside me. Good evening, lads!"

"Good evening, Lao/Jiang."

Lao/Jiang is Li, and these boys (and older boys) have given themselves a bunch of weird code names.

"But before listening to the old man and the veteran," continued Lee, "let us take a moment to report a death that the 'Wizard Radio News' and the Daily Prophet have deemed unworthy of mentioning. We are saddened to inform Listeners, Ted Tonks and Dirk Cresswell were murdered."

George pursed his lips and patted Lupine on the back lightly. The almost white-haired wizard gave a wry smile.Gwen didn't dare to think about Tonks' current situation, but she was a brave witch.From the moment she joined the Order of the Phoenix and fell in love with a gentle werewolf -- and now their baby was about to be born -- Gwen knew she'd make it through.

"A goblin named Gornuk was also killed. It is believed that Muggle-born Dean Thomas, who was traveling with Tonks, Cresswell, Gornuk, and another goblin probably escaped. If Dean is listening, or anyone knows his whereabouts, please be aware that his parents and sisters are desperate to hear from him." Lee announced in a heavy voice, "Meanwhile, in Gadry, there are Muggle A family of five died at home. Muggle officials attribute the deaths to a gas leak, and members of the Order of the Phoenix tell us it was due to the Killing Curse - yet another piece of evidence, as if there wasn't enough evidence! Now, Muggle slaughter is becoming a form of entertainment."

"Finally, we regret to inform our listeners that the body of Bathilda Bagshot was found in Godric's Hollow, apparently deceased several months ago. Wounds from magic hits."

"Which Bagshot?" Gwen mouthed George, "The author of "A History of Magic"?" Seeing George nodding his head in confirmation, Gwen didn't close his open mouth for a moment.

"Listeners, please join us now for a minute's silence in memory of the victims: Ted Tonks, Cresswell, Bathilda Bagshot, Gonuk, and all the nameless assassinated by Death Eaters Muggles."

The silence began, and everyone in the room on the second floor was silent.Even Aberforth next door was silent.Gwen knew that he would watch the radio every day to guess the code and hear the latest news from Potter's Lookout.

"Thank you everyone." Li said, "Now, we ask the regular contributor, Old Marshal, to tell you about the latest impact of the new order in the wizarding world on the Muggle world."

"Thank you, Lao/Jiang." Kingsley picked up another microphone, his voice was deep and steady, reassuring. "Muggles continue to suffer terribly without knowing the cause of their suffering. However, we continue to hear truly inspiring stories of wizards risking their lives to protect their Muggle friends and neighbors, often in Muggle without our knowledge. I would like to urge all listeners to do the same, and cast a protective spell on the Muggle dwellings in your street. These simple measures may save many lives."

"Boss, what would you say to those in the audience who replied that 'wizards come first' in these perilous times?" Lee asked.

"I'd say 'wizards first' is just a small step away from 'pure-bloods first', and a step up from 'death eaters'," Kingsley replied. "We're all human, aren't we? Every human life is equally precious and worth protecting."

"Very well said, sir, once we get out of this mess, I'll choose you as Minister of Magic," Lee said, "Now listen to the veteran lead