hogwarts blast

A luxury car stopped on the street.

There is a golden figure standing on the hood in front of the car, silently telling the noble status of the car owner.

Soon, the car door opened.

Alfred got out of the driver's seat and opened the car door for Kyle, "Master Kyle, welcome home."

"Thank you, Alfred." Kyle wanted to say that he could open the door and get out of the car by himself in the future, but judging from the old butler's appearance, he probably wouldn't be happy to see him do this.

"I heard that my dad has a gift for me?"

When he heard the word "gift", Dumbledore's face looked a little strange, and he couldn't stop looking at their neighbor's house.

He knew that the Scamanders lived in seclusion here, and that Grindelwald chose such a location for their new home...

There is a high probability that Newt’s magical zoo has already encountered the murderous hands of the Dark Lord.

Just as Dumbledore was thinking about how to deal with the conflict between Grindelwald and Newt, Kyle had already arrived in the living room led by Alfred.

Grindelwald's life is as luxurious as ever.

There are a large number of cabins that have used the magic of space extension, and their inherent luxury is almost comparable to their castles in France.

The cabin that was originally only 40 to 50 square meters expanded to nearly a thousand square meters under the influence of the traceless stretching spell.

This is only the living area except the library and magic practice room.

If it weren't for the fact that the house was too big and only the four of them seemed a little lonely, Grindelwald would have wanted to put the entire castle into this small room.

At this time Grindelwald was reading the newspaper leisurely in the living room.

"Dad, I'm back!"

Grindelwald put down the newspaper in his hand and raised his head with a gentle expression.

However, when his eyes touched Dumbledore, he became indifferent again, as if Dumbledore was a transparent person.

An egg from some unknown creature appears in Grindelwald's hands.

"Look, what have I prepared for you?"

Kyle came to sit next to Grindelwald with a little joy.

"You said before that you wanted a phoenix..." Grindelwald rubbed Kyle's hair affectionately, "Although I failed to get you a phoenix, this thunderbird is definitely no worse than a phoenix."

"Thunderbird!" Kyle carefully took the Thunderbird egg from Grindelwald's hand, "Thank you, dad!"

"You're welcome. If you have any other magical animals you want, just ask."

Kyle thought to himself, if he said he wanted an old bat, could his dad go to Hogwarts and catch it for him?

After hearing Grindelwald's words, Dumbledore's head was full of black lines.

If he guessed correctly, Grindelwald's way of obtaining magical animals should be to rob his neighbor's Newt Scamander.

Perhaps at this time, Newt was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe because of the loss of a Thunderbird egg.

Dumbledore took a step forward and said, "Guy..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Grindelwald choked back.

"You still have the nerve to come?" Grindelwald's tone sounded as if he had seen something disgusting.

Dumbledore's face turned slightly ashen.

"Hogwarts, hehe," Grindelwald sneered, "the school where the greatest white wizard lives is known as the safest place in the wizarding world..."

Dumbledore knew what his old lover was angry about.

Logically speaking, Hogwarts is indeed the safest place in the wizarding world in Europe and America, bar none.

With various protective magics passed down from the era of the Big Four, even the Ministry of Magic of various countries dare not claim that their place is safer than Hogwarts.

However, it was in such a "safest" place that Kyle was attacked for the third time since entering Hogwarts.

If Kyle had not responded to each attack properly, Grindelwald would not be able to see his only descendant now.

"Gellert, this is entirely my fault." Dumbledore's tone was full of self-blame, and his blue eyes looked sincerely at the Grindelwald father and son in front of him.

Gellert Grindelwald folded his arms and snorted unmoved.

Kyle pushed his father's arm to signal the two of them not to quarrel.

Grindelwald is not someone who overly pampers his children. He knows that necessary training is necessary for Kyle.

But look at Dumbledore, what kind of opponents did he let Kyle face?

Adult elite wizard?

The previous Dark Lord?

No matter how much Grindelwald despises Voldemort, Voldemort's strength is there, and even in the state of a remnant soul, Kyle cannot deal with it.

If possible, Grindelwald really wanted to pry open Dumbledore's head to see how weird his old lover's brain circuitry was to invite Voldemort to Hogwarts as a professor.

Grindelwald waved his hand and motioned Alfred to take Kyle out. He wanted to reason with Dumbledore.

…

After being taken away from the living room by the old housekeeper, Kyle heard the sound of fierce physical collision in the living room.

Kyle's expression was a little strange. The two of them... were "fighting"?

The old butler saw Kyle's expression in his eyes, and he thought Kyle was worried about the quarrel between Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

"Master, don't worry." Alfred comforted.

"No, Alfred, I'm not worried about the two of them." There was indeed no worry in Kyle's tone.

Judging from the relationship between his two arrogant fathers, it is definitely a quarrel at the head of the bed and a fight at the end of the bed.

Even though they are having a good time playing now, nothing will happen when dinner is served.

He is more concerned about another thing now.

Kyle looked down at the Thunderbird egg in his hand, "I'm wondering how to hatch it."

He suddenly missed Hagrid a little. If he gave this thing to Hagrid, there would be no problem.

"Don't worry about that." Alfred snapped his fingers, and a house elf appeared in front of them instantly.

"Just give the thunderbird egg to it. There is an elf in the family who is responsible for raising magical animals. It will notify you when it is about to hatch."

"It's an honor for Lamy to serve the young master!" The elf who called himself Lamy respectfully took the thunderbird egg from Kyle's hand.

Watching the house elf disappear into the air, Kyle had to sigh, this evil capitalism is so damn good.

Of course, the premise of all this is that you must be an exploiter, not the exploited.

Kyle suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Alfred," Kyle asked in as casual a tone as possible, "where's Katherine?"

However, no matter how hard Kyle tried to hide his anticipation when mentioning Catherine, he could not hide it from Alfred, who was experienced and mature.