I went to Hogwarts after being spotted by Grindelwald

"Death Eaters..." Sean's eyes flickered a few times.

After seeing Parseltongue in the infirmary, he had a hunch about this, but when he heard Dumbledore say it himself, Sean's breathing became much heavier.

As if seeing his anxiety, Dumbledore patted Sean's hand in relief: "Don't worry, I have notified the Ministry of Magic, and I will take action myself if necessary."

Grab Grindelwald again and beat him to death! Sean secretly shouted in his heart.

Dumbledore continued: "Of course, you have done a very good job, especially you, Sean. No matter what you do, I have to admire you."

Looking at the old man's satisfied smile, Sean glanced secretly. If you weren't in school, there would be no need for me to fight for life or death.

However, he thought of Quirrell again. After telling Dumbledore what happened that night, the old man pushed up his glasses and said, "Oh, I know that. There is no need for you to worry. Your task now is to have a good rest."

Sean breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that nothing could escape Dumbledore's expectations. This old man was evil.

He rubbed his still swollen head, then turned over and stood up.

"Professor, if nothing happens, I will go back first?"

Dumbledore glanced at him in surprise and asked curiously: "Don't you ask about other things?"

What are you asking? How did that mysterious man infiltrate? Why weren't you in the castle at that time?

Sean knew that he wouldn't get an answer if he asked.

He straightened out his wrinkled robes and turned back into the handsome and handsome wizard.

"Professor Dumbledore, if you can tell me, you will tell me. If you can't tell me, it's useless for me to ask." He turned his head and winked at Dumbledore, "Just like I also have a little secret.

,Is it right?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then his smile grew stronger and stronger, and finally he laughed heartily: "Sean, I must say it again, you have learned the essence of what old men say."

If I couldn't beat you, I would have hung banners all over the castle: Riddler, get out of Hogwarts. Sean sneered.

"Thank you for the compliment," Sean bowed slightly, still maintaining his grace and politeness, "I'll take my leave now, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

Before leaving, Sean looked behind the door and saw that the perches there were empty.

What a pity that I didn't see Phoenix... Sean walked down the spiral staircase, and it was a pity that he didn't see Fox.

He has been coveting this magical creature for a long time, but he definitely has no other ideas.

He didn't want to try at all to see if his affinity with magical animals would be of any use to Phoenix.

Sean is willing to use Master Malfoy's hairline as a guarantee.

When Sean walked out of the crack in the stone wall, the gargoyle jumped back to the wall.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore was still sitting there, keeping the smile on his face, and finally shook his head,

He stood up, walked to the opposite side of the claw-shaped table, and put the tattered wizard hat on his head.

"Oh, Mr. Principal, it has been three years, six months, five days, plus twelve hours, five minutes and thirty-two seconds since you last put it on me. You are sincerely welcome to use the Sorting Hat again. Next, please

Allow me to introduce the latest services we are planning to launch in the new school year..."

"Oh, I'm very interested, but I still have some urgent matters to attend to. Can I contact your clone first?" Dumbledore interrupted the chattering wizard hat with a smile.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment." The Sorting Hat opened his mouth with regret.

It didn't take long for Dumbledore to hear the voice in his head.

It's still the weird sound of the Sorting Hat, but the joy and wildness in it are something no one else can pretend to be.

"Albus, you actually took the initiative to contact me. Please allow me to have fun alone. I must have a few more drinks tonight."

"Gellert, sooner or later you will die of what Muggles call alcohol poisoning." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"Oh!" The voice on the other side became even happier, "Can I understand that you care about me?"

Dumbledore interrupted his entertainment and said quickly: "Voldemort, haven't you found out who it is?"

"This is not an easy task, Albus. You want to dig up a timid mole in the entire Europe or even the entire planet. With all due respect, my friend, this is not realistic."

"That's not what you said before."

"But, you've already had your suspicions, haven't you?"

"But I have no evidence," Dumbledore said seriously, "I can't wrong someone just based on my feelings."

"Ha, your feeling has always been very accurate -" Grindelwald laughed, "Of course, as I said, I will help you."

As if he couldn't stand the other party's enthusiastic attitude, Dumbledore frowned: "Let's go back to another topic, Gellert, you are not a person who likes to follow rules, but you must abide by the agreement between us.

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"I know what you mean, Albus. But I have to say that your trust in me is so low that it makes me a little sad." Grindelwald deliberately pretended to have a tone of regret.

"The blessing of the magic flame and the eternal fire are all provided by you, right?"

Grindelwald shouted in surprise: "This is a serious accusation, Albus."

"Gellert," Dumbledore's voice became more serious, "I need to remind you that some fights only exist between us, and there are some things that you cannot leave."

"Like you?" Grindelwald asked.

"Yes, just like me." Dumbledore replied calmly.

"Ha--" Grindelwald laughed lowly, and his tone became enthusiastic again, "Okay, Albus, I assure you, I did not end up personally."

After hearing the meaning of his words, Dumbledore shook his head: "You will understand, Gellert."

"Correct your mistake, old friend. I've always understood it."

In the tower of Nurmengard, Grindelwald took off the hat on his head, rubbed his fingers, and a blue flame burned.

"Ha, interesting rat, just in time, let's give Albus some fun." He showed a happy smile, blue flames, and a black mist twisted and rose up, as if being roughly pulled by a hand.

Comes out the same.

In a dark room in a village in Albania, a man wearing a black robe suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ha-" He let out a long sigh that sounded like pleasure and pain.

"As expected of you, Grindelwald. Sure enough, you won't be able to hold on for long..."

Then, his eyes became cold and stubborn.

"I will never give up..."

“Eternity—and immortality!”