Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

In Glenn's previous life, Merlin, Dumbledore, and Gandalf, who had full melee strength, were known as the three legendary magicians in literature.

Now, two of the golden legends have met magically.

The two old wizards, both with white beards and hair, looked at each other and seemed to feel each other's strength.

The surging magic power contained in Dumbledore was not far behind even Merlin at his peak.

Similarly, even though Merlin has lost his body, the stone tablet that has lost its seal can no longer suppress the power of his soul. This kind of soul that has been weathered for thousands of years is even stronger than Dumbledore.

However, according to the current situation, if two people really fight head-on, it is really hard to say who will win and who will lose.

The two generations of legends looked at each other with smiles, but Dumbledore was the first to speak.

To an old monster like Merlin who lived thousands of years ago, even an old man with a white beard like Dumbledore is just a child of about a hundred years old.

"Dear Mr. Merlin, nice to meet you." Dumbledore bowed slightly and greeted politely.

"No need to be polite." Merlin said with a smile, "Speaking of which, I should also express my gratitude to you. If you hadn't brought this child to break the seal, I don't know how long I would have been trapped here."

Dumbledore shook his head: "In terms of credit, I actually didn't provide much help. In addition to Glenn, Caradoc was also a very important contributor."

He said, looking at Dearborn, whom he hadn't seen for many years.

Finally ending his lonely life for more than ten years, Dearborn was a little dazed for a while. It was not until Dumbledore's eyes fell on him that he completely broke his guard and burst into tears.

"Albus..."

He seemed to have a lot to say, but even more so that he didn't know where to start. There was only one sentence left among the thousands of words——

"It's so nice to see you..."

Dumbledore's eyes were soft, but in Glenn's view, he could not help but recall the scene where he and Grindelwald looked at each other. The originally warm old friends suddenly became full of sexual feelings when they met.

He frowned slightly, and goosebumps appeared on his arms unconsciously.

"I don't think this is a good place for small talk. Professor Dumbledore, why don't we go back to Hogwarts first and then talk?" He interrupted in a low voice, "Mr. Merlin seems to need a container to protect his soul."

"It makes sense." Dumbledore nodded and said, "I have made some preparations for this issue in advance."

Dumbledore, who is worthy of being so smart as a demon, even though he only came to try to break the seal of the ruins, he was already prepared to successfully crack it.

As he spoke, he gently raised his hand, and a silver sword appeared out of thin air.

The long sword is slender, has graceful lines, shines with silver luster, and is inlaid with a dazzling red gemstone on the hilt.

The Sword of Gryffindor.

"What a rare sword!" Merlin glanced at it and immediately saw the extraordinary qualities of the sword, and he praised it.

Indeed, as one of the relics of the Four Giants, this legendary sword made by fairies was a rare treasure even in Merlin's time.

But compared to King Arthur's Sword of the King, it is still inferior.

After complimenting him, Merlin didn't have to be too polite. He turned into a starlight and instantly disappeared into the ruby ​​​​on the hilt of the sword.

(According to Rowling's setting, Merlin is a student of Slytherin, but the era gap is relatively large with the legend of King Arthur, so I made a private setting and ignored the relationship between Merlin and Slytherin.)

Dumbledore hung the Sword of Gryffindor on his waist and said to Glenn and Dearborn: "Okay, we can set off."

As soon as he finished speaking, a bird's cry came from the distance. Unlike the nightingale at the core of the seal, it sounded much clearer.

With a flash of crimson fire, the phoenix Fox wrapped in flames appeared out of thin air in front of the three of them. The bright feathers were burning with blazing flames. Even though it was a hot summer day, it did not make people feel hot at all.

At the signal from Dumbledore's eyes, Dearborn and Glenn gently stretched out their hands and touched Fawkes' body with their fingers.

Immediately after the fire lit up, Glenn felt his whole body warm, and the next second he was back in the principal's office at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore had already made preparations in the principal's office. An area was cleared in the center of the room, and a round table and four armchairs were placed. The round table was filled with delicacies carefully cooked by the house elves.

Little Rooney stood at the table, with a white napkin hanging on his arm, and his posture was like a professional service staff in a high-end hotel.

Glenn winked at Rooney and plopped down unceremoniously in the armchair.

Dumbledore gave him a kind look and asked Dearborn, who was still a little dazed, to sit down.

Obviously, he is still immersed in the wilderness life for many years, and everything in the civilized world before him is still somewhat unfamiliar and unreal.

The Sword of Gryffindor was gently placed back on the shelf behind the desk, and then the stars flickered again, and Merlin's translucent body reappeared next to several people.

"For the next period of time, you can temporarily live in Hogwarts. If you need anything, you can tell me at any time." Dumbledore said politely, "The conditions are limited, so please bear with me."

Merlin smiled softly, shook his head and said, "This is the best environment I can imagine. Compared to the dark stone monument, this place is countless times better."

As he spoke, his light soul came to the table and sat down on one of the armchairs.

Unlike ordinary ghosts at Hogwarts, his soul body can be in physical contact, such as sitting on a chair like now.

"It's just a pity that I can't enjoy these delicacies." He shrugged and said with a regretful look.

Dumbledore sighed softly, and then noticed that Glenn on the side was looking back and forth between the food on the table and himself, and said with a smile, "Eat what you want, don't look at me like that."

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After a long day of physical and mental work, Glenn was already hungry. He quickly picked up his knife and fork and added a tender, juicy, thick-cut steak to his plate.

"Eat slowly, be careful not to choke." Dumbledore showed a very rare expression, and blamed him with some distress, just like an elder who cares about his child.

Glenn stuffed the last small piece of steak into his mouth, chewed it hard, stretched his fork towards the turkey on the table, and muttered vaguely: "I know, it's okay."

Seeing that he was eating happily, Dumbledore smiled again and turned to Dearborn, who had been reluctant to move his knife and fork.

"I guess you would like something to drink right now."

As he spoke, he waved his hand gently, and a bottle of butter beer appeared out of thin air on the table.

"You're welcome, eat quickly!"