Dragon's Wealth Plan

people, or in unknown circumstances do not resist.Dumbledore should...not hurt him.

Gellert glanced at the mirror. Although his beard hadn't been shaved for a long time, it looked a bit vicissitudes, but this face was like 30 years old, without many wrinkles, and it didn't look like his age. Could it be that, as mentioned earlier, a thousand-year life ……it is true?

However, Miller's attention was no longer on the pensive Gellert, and he took out the violently shaking bottle.

"Blood tear stone fragment, what's wrong with you?"

"Thousands...thousands of years of life." Voldemort fell into a frenzy, "How is it possible, how is this possible, how can that bastard old man Dumbledore live for so long?"

Miller was so vicious that he didn't remind him of the consequences of spreading tourmalines in front of the other owner (lover).

Sure enough, Gellert reacted instantly and stared at the small bottle. Although he was surprised that a bottle could talk, Gellert still released his murderous aura without asking for money.

Voldemort froze for a moment. He still knew this generation of devil kings. He didn't expect a generation of devil kings to cast a protective spell on the head of a generation of white wizards. It was too unreasonable.

For a fragment, the result of being stunned for a moment was that the bottle became like an ordinary bottle, motionless.

Gellert ignored the bottle and looked at Milledo, "Can you tell me what's going on with that mark...?"

"Don't you know what you did?" Miller pouted. This person didn't know anything, so he wasted two such beautiful gems.Miller, who made no secret of his 'jealousy', turned his head away from Gellert like making trouble out of no reason.

As soon as I see it, I think that opal and tourmaline cannot be my own because of a small mark.

Seeing the child-like reaction of the other party, Gellert sighed. He is such an adult, how can he care about a child, and it is not easy to talk to a child.What he can't handle the most are children.

Soon Gellert saw the smiling Dumbledore who was much older than the others.

The bottle containing the blood tear stone fragments was exceptionally quiet, motionless.Of course, Gellert never thought of bringing up the topic of the bottle with someone he hadn't seen for a long time.Because Dumbledore's complexion is very good, very natural, his smile is very curved, and his eyes are shining softly.

It's over... it's over, Gellert thought.

It's a mistake to hide in prison and not see him;

I am more handsome than him now, two mistakes;

What kind of mark is given to him, three mistakes.

Capital crimes can be avoided, and life crimes cannot be escaped. The eight characters appeared in Gellert's mind, and a stiff and retracted smile appeared on his face.

"Albus, long time no see."

"It's been a long time, Gellert." Dumbledore's smile remained undiminished, and his voice became gentler.

Miller didn't respond, just sat and watched the show, and brought a pack of popcorn and a can of Coke from somewhere.But the bottle in the clothes trembled when he heard Dumbledore's voice.

——If he had spoken to labor and management like this back then, labor and management would not have been afraid of him for so many years.

Before the Shard Demon King had time to sigh, he asked about the taste of popcorn and twitched the corners of his mouth.

——Hey, this Demon King wants to eat too!

Because he didn't dare to speak in front of Dumbledore at all, and he could only shake the bottle slightly, which didn't make Miller understand what he meant.Of course, even if Miller understood, he wouldn't give a piece of gem shards of popcorn.

"Albus, how have you been doing all these years?" A generation of Dark Lords finally found a topic.

Dumbledore shook his head, stroked his long white beard, and glanced at Gellert, "It's probably not very good compared to you."

"I don't know why I look so young," Gellert said immediately.

Dumbledore laughed, and it was hard to imagine an old man laughing like a flower blooming in the background, "I thought you, who had nothing to eat, drink, or play in prison, would surely age faster than me. "

Gellert twitched his lips.

"But it seems that you are living well in Nurmengard, and you don't look old." Dumbledore sighed, "I haven't seen you for so many years, and you don't seem to have changed at all."

Gellert tried his best to find something to say, looking around, hoping to find something to divert the topic, and saw Miller's golden eyes that were full of interest.

"Tell me," Gellert walked to Milador, "didn't you say that both Albus and I could live thousands of years? Why didn't I look old but he..."

Dumbledore frowned, "Did you stab my scar hard when we met? I don't want to be so old..."

"Albus, I didn't mean that, I just..." Gellert couldn't express his words, "It's just that this brat just said that we are thousands of years old, mark... something."

Just now, Miller put on a serious face with a smile on his face, "I'm not a brat, I'm..."

Dumbledore looked straight at Gellert, and said word by word, "Are you reminding me, somehow, I become your property? Somehow, someone told me that my master is you?"

"Master, master?" Gellert was stunned for a moment, his face suddenly turned red, not knowing what picture he thought of.

Miller stopped talking, and the play seemed to be getting better.The bottle in his arms worked hard to get out, just listening to the sound as a radio drama is not as good as enjoying the picture.

"Gellert Grindelwald, stop your incomprehensible associations." Dumbledore's smile was absent, his eyes were sharp, "Explain what's going on, and then you can go back to the one you're going to die for the rest of your life. Miss my Nurmengard!"

"I'm not prepared to see you die there." Gellert explained, "I'm afraid you won't forgive me."

"Oh? Did you do something that I won't forgive?" Dumbledore didn't relax at all, pressing harder and harder.

"I...I..." Gellert took a step back and settled on the desk in the principal's office.

Dumbledore didn't mean to let go of Gellert at all, he looked at Gellert with murderous eyes, Gellert lowered his head, sighed self-destructively, and choked out a sentence.

"It's a big deal to let you press back."

"Pfft..." Miller wiped his mouth calmly in the eyes of the two, "Coke is too strong."

It was finally transferred to the table, and the bottle next to the popcorn, because of an inattentiveness, changed from a straight state to a lying flat, rolling and gurgling.

The Dark Lord of Shards was extremely aggrieved, and he finally knew why Dumbledore was so guarded against him.

I was suppressed by the first generation of the Dark Lord, so I took my anger out on him... When he comes back to life, he will definitely change his name, not the Dark Lord, the Powder Demon King, even the Blood Tears Stone Demon King!

"Little devil, you are not yet an adult, please don't eavesdrop on the following topics, get out quickly." Gellert was very dissatisfied with the loss of prestige of the generation of demon kings.

"I see, if you let me go out at this time, you can only spread the news that the tourmaline was suppressed by you, and you can't say that you were suppressed by the tourmaline." Miller directly borrowed a knife to kill someone. A generation of Dark Lords sweated profusely.

"Your Majesty Miller, let me talk to this one first." Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, he saw Miller pouted unhappily, "So next your summer vacation, I will tell Sif Les with you."

Matching the name of the person with the name of the gemstone, he found that what Dumbledore was talking about was the black pearl. Miller nodded happily, put the bottle on the table back into his pocket, turned and walked out of the principal's office.

——"Okay, Gellert, let's talk about pressing back."

—— "Don't be in a hurry...you can think about it whenever you want."

- "Then now."

——"It's too urgent now, me, I haven't washed my face, brushed my teeth, showered or changed my clothes."

— "Are you trying to look younger than me?"

——"No, no, I never meant that, Albus, and you haven't changed at all in my eyes."

——"Really? It's a pity that you didn't let you experience the feeling of being overwhelmed by me back then, otherwise you would be able to tell me if I am getting old."

——"Then...then I'll come? You tell me has it changed?"

——"I haven't seen you for so many years, you have become humorous, ha ha."

——"I see...then let me take a shower and change clothes first?"

——"We can take a bath together, but we need to take off our clothes after wearing them."

——"Albus...you have thickened your skin..."

—"Not as thick as the walls of your Nurmengard."

——"I was wrong, I shouldn't run away after pressing, I should be responsible..."

——"It's okay, I will remember."

— "Albus... I... um..."

Hiding in his cellar office, Snape, who was enjoying the rare summer vacation, was first interrupted by a big peacock with platinum hair, and then saw Miller who was said to be busy and would not show up, pushing away the door of his office.

"Oh... big diamond... why are you here!" Miller swooped.

Miller's movements were too fast and too wide, causing the bottle in his pocket tossed and turned over and over, and he was extremely dizzy, cursing this 'lustful' dragon silently.

At the same time, Fragment Lord Voldemort made no secret of his narcissism and a little jealousy of the beauty of his former subordinates.

——As for the beauty of labor and capital, when labor and capital are revived, sooner or later you will have to fight labor and capital!

reciprocal death

Seeing the friend with the peacock spread his arms around the silly dragon that was pounced on him, Snape was furious.

Why on earth are these two people here to harass?