I Was Spotted By Grindelwald and Went To Hogwarts

Although Sean couldn't open his mouth, he still showed an extremely excited expression, even though he had already calmed down in his heart.

On the one hand, as a young wizard, he felt that he should try to behave as normal as possible.

On the other hand, he was really excited to have won two top prizes.

With a wave of his right hand, Grindelwald automatically reset the needle on the record player next to it, and the melodious chamber music sounded again.

Sean chuckled secretly, this damn sense of ritual...

Finally, the door of the disappearing cabinet was pushed open.

This time, without any accident, Dumbledore with white hair and long beard came out of the cabinet.

He was wearing a brown-red wizard robe, and the sharp-eyed Sean saw it at a glance. This robe was the one worn by Dumbledore at the Hogwarts opening ceremony.

"Albus—" Grindelwald slowly opened his hands, the smile on his face was hotter than the burning fireplace beside Sean, "my best friend."

Dumbledore also smiled, but less enthusiastically.

"Gellert, long time no see."

"To be precise, we haven't seen each other for six years. You didn't attend the Goblet of Fire last year due to illness. I worried about you for a long time, Albus."

"Thank you for your concern, but let's talk about the past next time. I have to take this little guy back. Mr. Wallop, what is your first class tomorrow?" Dumbledore looked at Sean.

Sean was about to signal that he could not speak, but suddenly found that his mouth could move again.

"Um, herbal medicine class, Professor." Actually tomorrow is Friday, and Ravenclaw has no classes for the whole morning, but Sean understood Dumbledore's hint.

"Well, come on, boy, Professor Sprout certainly doesn't like you being late." Dumbledore waved at him.

Sean involuntarily glanced at Grindelwald, he didn't mean to stop, and still looked directly at Dumbledore with a smile on his face.

Sean walked to Dumbledore, but kept a certain distance from Mr. Principal.

He didn't want to be asked with a wand against his neck someday in the future: "What makes Albus Dumbledore like you so much?"

Dumbledore gave him a benevolent smile, and led him towards the disappearing cabinet.

"Gellert, see you next time."

Just when Sean stepped into the disappearing cabinet with one foot, Grindelwald's regretful voice sounded: "Albus, don't you want to talk to me again?"

Sean could feel the hand that had been on his shoulder pause for a moment.

Dumbledore stood still, with a melancholy in his voice: "Gellert..."

"Albus," Grindelwald's voice was filled with regret and strange pleasure, "you still haven't let go of that bet?"

Sean could feel his heart beating violently.

Bet? ! Am I about to hear some shocking secret? !

However, compared to the huge sense of curiosity in his heart, Sean was more worried that he would be silenced or cast a spell to become a fool...

Why don't you put some earplugs on me? Sean groaned inwardly.

Then Sean felt Dumbledore's hand on his shoulder move away, and the headmaster's gentle voice rang in his ears.

"Sean, you go back first, um, can you wait for me there for a while?"

"Of course, Professor." Sean immediately walked into the disappearing cabinet. Although he regretted not being able to hear the rest, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

When Sean turned around, he saw Grindelwald approaching Dumbledore, with a joyful expression on his face, and a hand on Dumbledore's shoulder.

Like a best friend you haven't seen in years.

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald turned his gaze to Sean again, and he asked, "Sean,

I have a question. "

"Um, please, sir?"

Grindelwald stroked his mustache with one finger, and said with a smile, "Why didn't you choose Nurmengard at the beginning?"

Sean glanced at the expressionless Dumbledore, and slowly said: "Maybe, the Hogwarts student council president who came to recruit students, looks more... kind?"

"Nice?" Grindelwald's smile gradually widened, as if he had heard a joke that made him overjoyed, "Hahaha, very good, very good reason, I must put Sterling in confinement tomorrow."

He waved his hand, and a blue flame suddenly ignited in the air. Grindelwald reached out towards the flame, and pulled out something from it.

It was a transparent glass bottle, and there was something gently floating in it. The thing was like a combination of gas and liquid, showing a psychedelic silvery white color.

The glass bottle slowly floated in front of Sean.

"Sean, take it as a belated greeting, I said, this will be a wonderful journey, isn't it?"

Sean looked at the glass bottle and turned his gaze to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded slightly at him.

Since the principal also agreed, I will accept the hush money... Sean grabbed the glass bottle and stuffed it under the robe.

The two were still looking at him, Xiao En sneered, and then he closed the cabinet door: "I'll go first..."

The cabinet door was about to close, and Sean saw Dumbledore's increasingly indifferent expression, while Grindelwald waved at him enthusiastically.

"I look forward to seeing you next time."

Close the cabinet door.

Only the crackling sound of the fireplace was left in the room, and the cold night wind blowing in from the window overwhelmed Grindelwald's last words.

"My heir."

Dumbledore has completely restrained his usual gentle smile, his face is serious, and he looks at Grindelwald.

"Gellert, you violated our agreement."

"Promise?" Grindelwald smiled, and he fiddled with the strangely shaped collar pin on his neckline again, "It was just a wonderful accident, and I didn't do anything."

"Gellert." Dumbledore said a little more emphatically.

Grindelwald took Dumbledore's shoulders to the other side of the room without hesitation. He waved lightly, and the flames in the fireplace became more vigorous, and a tea table appeared among the two armchairs.

"It's been so long, my old friend," he picked up the red wine on the coffee table and pulled out the cork, "I think, first of all, we should celebrate?"

The goblet appeared in the hands of the two, and Grindelwald poured two glasses of red wine.

He filled his glass to the brim, still holding the bottle in his other hand.

"To us." As if he didn't see Dumbledore's serious and indifferent expression, Grindelwald raised his glass with a smile as a gesture, and then drank it down.

He placed the wine bottle heavily on the coffee table, and the old books in the middle of the table shook.

A piece of parchment slipped out, with seven names written on it in wild cursive script, four circled by red handwriting and three circled by green handwriting.

Grindelwald picked up the parchment, flicked the paper lightly, his tone was psychedelic as if he was drunk.

"Albus, we cannot prevent the opening of a new era..."