The furniture in the house looked very old, but they were all cleaned up by the owner with magic spells. The most eye-catching thing was a bow-shaped chest of drawers, on which there were many silver-framed photos that were wiped clean.
"Allen? Please come upstairs, we are in the room upstairs... "
Grindelwald's voice came from upstairs. He sounded very relaxed.
Under Bashida's lead, Allen and Penello went up the stairs. Dumbledore and Grindelwald sat side by side on an old green plaid sofa. Their condition was much worse than their voices.
Although the two of them looked very clean under the care of their great-aunt, the scars caused by the black magic from the battle with Lord Voldemort could not be covered. They needed time to recover.
Grindelwald's hair was still neatly combed. His shoulder was wrapped in bandages, emitting the smell of healing potions. His arms, face and other exposed skin were smeared with translucent ointment that emitted a blue light. Through the lens, one would be able to see the sunken holes formed on the withered skin below. This would make people with trypophobia more emotional.
Dumbledore looked even worse. His right arm near the elbow was completely gone. The broken arm was wrapped with white gauze. Fawkes stood on his shoulder, looking at his old friend's wound worriedly. It did not understand why Dumbledore and the rest did not use its tears to reattach the broken arm.
"Allen... Fate is mysterious... My arm was healed by Madam Ravenclaw..." Dumbledore noticed Allen and the rest looking at him. His beard swayed. "It seems that it is destined to be destroyed by Tom... Ah, Allen, you also brought Miss Krivat here. She is so energetic..."
Dumbledore glanced at his companion worriedly. Ever since he escaped from Newmungaard, he had been worried about Grindelwald's identity. The news from the outside world had also confirmed this. The International Union of Wizards had already informed all the member states of this news, hoping that all the Ministry of Magic would pay attention to this.
"Abfors, you little boy, you don't want to go to divination classes and talk about fate..." Bashida Bashart said to Dumbledore fiercely. "Kandra taught you and Abfors that you have to bear the responsibility if you suffer because of your mischievous behavior..."
Dumbledore's crooked nose was covered in sweat. He could not hold it on his face.
Penello looked at the two principals who were in trouble and licked her upper row of teeth. The shape of her lips was slightly twisted. Allen quickly pulled her back so that she could control herself and not make fun of Dumbledore who always went against Allen.
"Aunt Bashida, the crucible cake you made for us is about to burn …" Grindelwald's words made the old witch slap her wrinkled forehead and hurriedly move downstairs to the kitchen.
"Bashida is going to make some crucible cakes that she is good at to welcome you." Dumbledore's crescent-shaped glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. He raised his uninjured hand and pushed it up. "Last night, she spent a long time picking the flowers of the Wailing Fruit under the moonlight. She used it as a spice to make a cake with a special fragrance. Of course, it is said that the fruit is more effective, but it is not winter yet..."
"Penello, can you go to the kitchen and help Madam Bashart? Maybe you can steal some skills... "Allen pointed at the kitchen.
Penello pursed her lips. She glanced at Dumbledore and Grindelwald. She concluded that they would not pose any threat to Allen in their current state. She then silently retreated to the stairs.
The room fell into silence after Grindelwald served Allen his favorite drink.
"Tom has become more dangerous..." Dumbledore was the first to speak. "It seems that I can't command the Order of the Phoenix for now... Allen, do you have any plans to completely eliminate him?"
"Abusi... I can't command the Order of the Phoenix either... It is better for you to recover as soon as possible." Allen stepped forward and observed Dumbledore's broken arm. "Is the broken arm still there? If it is convenient for you? "
"Of course, I'll have to trouble you." Dumbledore waved his hand at a cabinet and a long object floated over. Allen quickly opened the package.
"The magic spell that the mixed-blood used contains a curse... I can't do anything about it." Grindelwald leaned on the sofa and said indifferently. His silver-gray hair swayed. He turned his face away from Dumbledore's expectant blue eyes. "Perhaps if your lover... the Goddess of Love was there at the time, she might have a way..."
Hearing this, Alan was not experienced. He cast a magic spell to clean up the completely black mummy's arm, and he knew the result. "Gatler's judgment is correct. If I was there when your arm was still on your body, I might have a way..."
Looking at the broken arm, Allen felt a little guilty. He was a little annoyed that he should have watched for a while longer before doing something as trivial as cooking.
"Don't let your responsibility affect you..." Dumbledore's expression was a little gloomy. Grindelwald directed a magical teapot to float in the air and filled the teacups in front of him and Allen.
"As you know, Umbrella has recently restarted the golem project..." Allen's eyes were still looking at Dumbledore's broken arm. "When my house-elf lost an arm in an accident, I happened to dabble in magical prosthetics... Your broken arm is a little high, I need to measure it..."
Saying that, Allen took out the magic tape with silver scales that he would only use when making a wand from his pocket. The magic tape stretched and contracted on his shoulder and arm's fingertips and kept spinning in the air. It first measured Dumbledore's undamaged left arm and left hand, then measured the size of the remaining part of his right arm from the shoulder to the fingertips, from the wrist to the elbow, including the length of the prosthetic limb, the height of the joint, and other data.
"Speaking of prosthetics, Tom's body is also equipped with... Hmm..." The silver magic tape automatically tapped Dumbledore's shoulder gently. The shaking caused by him talking would affect the accuracy of the data.
"Speaking of which, the mixed-blood whose hand you cut off also got himself a prosthetic limb and a prosthetic eye... It seems to be the Eye of Victor that the Monte family killed the founder of my alma mater, Nelida Vokanova." Grindelwald noticed that the tape measure slapped Dumbledore to end the conversation. "It's quite a powerful magical item. However, if it's not for the fact that I care about maintaining a person's existence and that I don't care about having my personality affected, I do have many ways to use this kind of method to increase my strength …"
"Gellert!" Dumbledore did not move, but his voice was a little louder.
Grindelwald waved his hand impatiently. "That's enough, Abusi. I said I have it, but I didn't say I would use it."
"As a matter of fact, Abusi, if you've lost too much of your arm, I plan to use the golem to reattach it. I can put it on for you now... Speaking of which, both of you lost your right hand..." Allen took out a mithril prosthetic limb from his pocket. "I made it based on Tom's arm. He also made two for his men. Speaking of which, before he got the real thing, he could already imitate one from a few words... His talent in this area is really amazing..."
Dumbledore gasped in the room. He looked at the prosthetic limb and recovered from the shock. Since Allen only made it based on Lord Voldemort's arm, and Tom's hand was cut off by Allen, Dumbledore looked up and exchanged a glance with Grindelwald. He even saw a trace of pity in his usually ruthless companion's eyes.
Noticing that they were looking at each other, Allen did not want Dumbledore to start a long-winded discussion about hope to reduce harm, so he took the lead and said, "So, let's talk about today's main topic. After you left Newmungaard, I'm sure you've seen the reaction of the other magic circles from the TV... "
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