HP Approaches the Magical World

"Don't be so nervous, at least for now, the problems of Muggle society and the troubles caused by the previous war preparations have been dealt with.

However, even with the size of the Ministry of Magic, it is not easy to digest a series of complications brought about by this big problem, at least it will take a while. "

On the eighth floor of the castle, in the corridor outside the headmaster, Peeves who came out to greet Jon in advance whispered.

"Then, presumably Dumbledore must not have had a very easy and happy life during this period of time."

Jon was in the same mood. When he went to Fairy Castle to find a place to solve his psychological problems, he told Peeves about this. With the arrival of Seshari, there must be no way to hide some things. So, he simply asked Peeves to tell Dumbledore about it directly.

But at that time, there were still many external problems that had not been dealt with cleanly, and Dumbledore didn't stay at the school much, and he probably didn't take it seriously, but it's different now. On this point, since he came back, Peeves has always been in trouble. This was evident in telling Jon to come to his office immediately.

Taking a few deep breaths outside the principal's room, Jon followed Peeves over the stone statue and up the steps.

Then he knocked on the office door.

"Oh? Is it finally here?"

Dumbledore's voice came out: "Then come in directly."

Jon pushed the door and entered, but found that there was another person in the office besides Dumbledore.

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If it wasn't for the smoke from burning tobacco floating in the office, Jon would almost have thought that this person was Grindelwald.

It's not because of anything else, but because the black robe is too opposite.

On the small sofa at the side of Dumbledore's office, sat a man in a black cotton robe and a cloak, looking dusty and dusty, as if he had just traveled thousands of miles.

A cigar was burning in his hand, his entire face was wiped off, it looked like just a cloud of mist, it seemed that the two were talking about something before Jon came in.

And in Jon's sight, in the feedback of the glasses,

The magic elements around that person were as calm as stagnant water, as if they were all swallowed up by the black on the robe.

And the next moment Jon came in, the cigar between his fingers was burned out, and he stood up from the sofa.

"Now that the matter has been finished, I should go too."

He got up to say goodbye, completely missing Jon who was standing aside.

Dumbledore naturally asked him to stay: "What are you doing in such a hurry? Why don't you stay a little longer, and it's not too late to leave after two days."

"It's a long journey, and to put it bluntly, it's a hard job after all, the sooner you start, the sooner you can go home.

Besides, my purpose of coming to the academy has already been achieved. It is enough to have your assurance from the headmaster. It is not a good thing to stay any longer, so I will not stay here anymore. "

The man in black shook his head and refused. Since he couldn't stay, Dumbledore had no choice but to get up to see the guests off.

This person is very strange, like a ghost, there is no sound when walking, as if drifting.

When he was going out, this man passed Jon. At that moment, Jon clearly felt a line of sight sweeping across his face under the mist on that man's face, with a chilling look on his face. Meaningful.

"Who was that just now?"

After confirming that the person really had to leave, Jon opened his mouth and asked.

"Did you see his face clearly?"

Instead of answering, Dumbledore asked a question.

Jon shook his head.

He actually wanted to say that he saw it clearly, but lying about this kind of thing is really meaningless. If Dumbledore was willing to tell him, he would naturally tell him.

"Since people don't want to reveal their identity in front of you, then of course it's a secret, and it's hard for me to tell you."

Dumbledore just didn't want to say this, and Jon didn't care.

Don't say it, don't say it, it's not a big deal.

Dumbledore thought so too, he called Jon to sit down, took out some food,

"Watermelon juice? Or sweet lemonade? If you don't like it, I have a little 'syrup' specially prepared by Snape, maybe you will like it."

Dumbledore didn't have anything that wasn't sweet, so Jon could only refuse.

"Thank you, forget it."

He took out a little tea from the ring, put it in the matching cup, and got a little water from the kettle on Dumbledore's table, and boiled it with magic power, even if he finished brewing the cup of tea.

Although it is a bit troublesome to support oneself, Jon didn't intend to finish talking in a short while.

Now that he has come, he is ready to fight a long battle.

"Speaking of which, you have been waiting for me for a long time, Peeves said that you have been very busy recently."

Dumbledore looked at Jon, hoping to hear something good from Jon.

Jon drank his tea slowly. He looked calm on the surface, but he was flustered inside.

Proposing Grindelwald in front of Dumbledore is no less difficult than plucking hair from a tiger's face.

"This matter, if you talk about it seriously, it's still quite embarrassing."

There was not much tea in the first place, and he drank it quickly, so he had to speak.

"..."

Dumbledore was silent, picked up the watermelon juice in front of him and drank it down, and after using magic to remove the marks on his beard, he raised his head to face Jon.

It looked like he was about to go to some battlefield, and Jon vaguely felt that if Dumbledore had the Elder Wand, he would probably be sent to some desolate place if he disagreed.

"Okay, let's talk, I promise I won't be angry if you say anything."

Dumbledore's guarantee more or less reassured Jon's heart. The so-called quick cut, he naturally had to finish his words quickly. His relationship with himself, and the deal with Helga and Grindelwald, he said quickly.

"Grindelwald left from Nurmengard Tower, and he wants to see you, just tonight."

He spoke extremely fast, as if these voices were burning his mouth, pouring out like beans.

Dumbledore, however, was calm.

He repeated Jon's words at a slower rate, and then looked at Jon.

That look was obviously asking.

--That's it?

Jon didn't want to care about what Dumbledore's eyes were revealing. Since Dumbledore was not angry, he could say something else.

"So you're not angry? Are you?"

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