I Have a Big Problem with My Hogwarts

A mountain forest in Austria in 1979.

The rain beat the dense branches and leaves, dripped from the branches and leaves, and finally gathered into a pool of muddy puddles in the mud.

The sound of running came from a distance, and the pair of house-elf's shoesless, dark and rough feet stepped on the mud, splashing a large amount of mud.

It stumbled and ran, looking panicked but extremely careful, because it was holding a baby in its arms, a swaddling baby.

The forbidden apparition magic here is very powerful, even house-elves are no exception.

It can only appear in the outermost periphery of the mountain forest, running along the route in that memory.

The baby was well protected by it, the waterproof spell kept it dry and comfortable in the swaddling clothes, and the boy slept soundly, seemingly undisturbed by the harsh surroundings.

It ran for an unknown time, and in the hazy night, a mottled, icy tower gradually revealed its outline.

For The Greater Good!

It looked up at the blurred line of text at the entrance of the tower, its big eyes full of sadness and loss.

The prison named Nurmengard was unguarded, and the house elf ran unobstructed all the way, carrying the boy into the interior of the tower, and went up continuously along the steep spiral stone staircase.

When it ran to the top of the tower, it breathed heavily and slowed down. After carefully cleaning the dirt on its feet on the stone steps, it stepped into the highest level of the tower.

This is a small room, the floor, ceiling and surrounding walls are all made of dark stones.

Makes this small space seem inexplicably depressing.

Apart from stones, the only furniture here is a wooden bed, on which sits an old man with his knees on his back.

He described it as haggard, with sparse hair, wearing a tattered robe, with two feet and hands exposed outside the robe, and the bones and joints were wrapped in thin skin, which was frighteningly thin.

He heard the movement made by the house-elves, and turned his eyes from the window to the stone ladder.

The old man's eyes were calm, but he didn't dare to look at him, because there seemed to be endless dark scenes hidden in those eyes, which made people shudder.

"Old master..."

The house-elf groaned and knelt on the ground with the boy in his arms, shouting only the title, and then burst into tears.

The old man twitched the corners of his mouth like he was smiling.

"Kira, I remember I said when you first came here, you'll never come back here, so... you're disobeying my orders now?"

Kira shivered, panic in her ugly face.

It lifted the child in its arms and explained in fear.

"No! No! Old master! Kira will never disobey the old master's orders, but, but the Grindelwald family is gone..."

It cried bitterly: "Someone went to Switzerland to kill your nephew, their family died, only him is left, and he is the only descendant of your family!"

The old man shook his head.

"There is no so-called Grindelwald family. They have already changed their surnames. The only Grindelwald in the world is me."

"But, but, the blood flowing in this child's body is the same blood as yours!"

The old man chuckled: "The same blood? Yes, blood, the blood that wizards value most..."

"Do you know who killed his parents?" the old man asked suddenly.

Kira shook her big head.

"Kira went too late, too late, his parents were dead, under the death curse, but they hid him, and Kira found him in the cellar... Kira didn't see Who is the murderer, but Kira thinks... thinks it's Dumbledore!"

It screamed suddenly.

"It must have been Dumbledore! It must have been him! Only he will slaughter your people!"

"I have many enemies," said the old man, "but the most unlikely person who can do such a thing is him."

He stared at the wall in a daze, as if recalling the past.

"He may sometimes be insidious and cunning, and he is more unscrupulous than I am, but he is a complicated person... Everything he does is not for himself, but for that ridiculous love."

He turned to look at the boy in Kira's hands.

"If you hadn't brought him here, the boy would have been the safest, but that's not necessarily the case now."

Kira cried: "But his only relative in this world is you. Kira doesn't know, and doesn't know where else to take him!"

The old man was silent for a moment before deciding the future fate of the boy.

"Bring him to England, under Dumbledore's nose, so he can feel at ease. Make him a fake identity, don't have anything to do with wizards, and put him in a Muggle orphanage, you You can protect him secretly, but you can't let him know of your existence.

If he doesn't show the talent for magic in the future, then it's best, just watch him and let him be a Muggle who is safe and stable and has no accidents in his life. If he has the talent of a wizard, he will naturally be noticed by Albus, so it can only be up to him..."

"And..." he pondered, and finally said, "If he becomes a wizard, take him to Arbroath when you think fit, and let him get that badge in whatever way you want."

Kira sobbed.

"Then what's his name?"

Getler Grindelwald tapped the bed board with his fingertips and thought for a moment.

"Just call it Lynn Bellock."

The inflammation of the tonsils is more serious. I took some anti-inflammatory drugs today, and I feel a little dizzy. Let’s make up a story and a normal chapter.