On Wednesday morning, Allen brought Hermione out of school and arrived at the new home of Grindelwald, the Vice President of the University of Hogwarts, at the appointed time.
The exquisite and elegant house in front of them was brightly colored. The walls were mainly brownish-red and Chu stone, with alternating white lines, formed a square facade. The bottom floor of the building was made of brick and stone, and the upper floors were made of wood. The components were exposed, and the arrangement was dense, and the decorative effect was strong. Its pointed roof was exceptionally sharp and high, like a sharp sword. There was an attic inside with tiger windows. The circular or octagonal stairwell protruded out.
This typical German-style house was hidden in the shade of the winding green trees in the front yard outside the house, lying quietly beside the green grass. The cooking and processing places built in the courtyard for Halloween, as well as the various essential kitchen utensils and other decorations, had disappeared. The path in the courtyard was clean and quiet, and the fragrance of flowers maintained by magic was strong.
They just stepped in. This building, which looked similar to Muggle's house, had a tall barn set up in the courtyard. It was hidden by the vegetation outside the courtyard, and they didn't find it immediately.
"This block is more like Muggle's house than our house, but what's the point of having a barn? There's no wheat in the floating city … "Because of today's meeting, she deliberately got up early to tidy up her image. Her hair was tied up in an elegant bun at the back of her head. The little smoke and light lipstick made her look very stylish. Wearing an umbrella uniform, she revealed a mature and steady temperament that didn't match her young face. It was slightly out of place.
"Gatler's taste is still good. Maybe it's for his cannibal restaurant as a storage cabinet?" Allen touched his bare chin and glanced at Hermione. "But this place is still not as famous as Granger's house."
"It won't scare people again next year!" Hermione bit her lip and snorted angrily.
"That's because no one will dare to go to your house to be scared next year." Allen saw Hermione's round eyes and chuckled. "After we finish talking about business, let's not go back to school since it's close. Let's go to your house to see Delphi together … Also, I have something to ask your parents about magic potions."
"Magic potion, my parents? I can understand the words, but I don't understand when you put them together … "Hermione seemed a little jealous." Why do you talk like Luna recently … "
"I already had this thought when I heard their reaction when the nuclear power increased …" Allen quickly explained. "Perhaps it's just that our predecessors didn't have the opportunity to be as extravagant as we are …"
"Good morning, Allen and Hermione. Please come in. Amelia and the rest are already inside. It's not wise to linger outside for too long in such cold weather. It looks like Owen won't be coming?" Dumbledore appeared at the door. His silver-white hair and beard reached his waist. He had a pair of brand-new half-moon glasses on his hooked nose. He was wearing a purple-brown magic robe and a pointy hat.
"Good morning, Abusi." Allen said. "My father thinks that it'll be more direct for Mr. Scrimgeour if I come forward."
After a few more greetings at the door, Hermione asked, "Dumbledore, what's the point of having a barn in the yard?"
"It's just a small decoration to reminisce about our lost youth." Dumbledore's face reddened a little. (Author's note: Their blood oath was supposedly made in a barn.)
"Ah, you're here …" Grindelwald heard the commotion and came out, saving Dumbledore from his embarrassment.
Grindelwald was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore a gray checkered vest, but there was an apron around his waist. It was clear that he was spotless. He stood behind Dumbledore. "I'm preparing lunch for you. Camellia pudding, a gallon of primrose tower, fish-flavored minced meat pie … Hermione, you couldn't come on Halloween because of some reason. You must try my cooking today."
"Thank you so much for your hospitality." Hermione pursed her lips and said dryly. She felt a little uncomfortable that her failure caused Grindelwald to be sent to the Magic Trauma Hospital.
A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and brown wavy striped wallpaper covered all the walls. Three brown bookcases filled with books stood against the wall. There were also a few ornate tapestries hanging on the wall. On the tapestries, there were moving figures and strange runes. Sunlight shone through the long window inlaid with stained glass, adding a magical color to the room.
Bowens and the others were surprised to see Allen. They stood up and greeted him. "Principal Harris, Miss Granger, how are you? Is the minister not coming today?"
Algie Longbottom looked a little unnatural when he saw Allen. However, he learned to be careful when he was taught a lesson by Allen in the Hogwarts.
"Don't worry. My father thinks that things have come to this because Scrimgeour has some deep prejudice against me and the Umbrella." Allen was no stranger to them. He had dealt with them in the Hogwarts before. He said calmly, "As for how to deal with Mr. Scrimgeour who instigated the Aura patrol to go on strike … Although I'm just a silent member of the Ministry of Magic, and I shouldn't meddle in these things, I think I can still provide some advice to the minister after tonight."
"Principal Harris, actually, I have another thing …" Bowens chose his words carefully. After all, he was facing Allen and not Owen. "There are some things that you don't know, but what the minister announced at the first meeting of the Ravenclaw Temple was not the same as the result of our private discussion … And I'm very worried about the current authority of the Review Committee … I wonder if Minister Owen has given you any instructions in this regard?"
This was obviously out of the expectations of the other families and Dumbledore. Agil Longbottom, who was sitting at the side, instantly became nervous. He did not expect Amelia to bring up the matter when it was already set in stone.
"Amelia … I'm sure Principal Harris doesn't know about this. We're doing this for Rufus …" Foley said anxiously. He was afraid that it would be more difficult for Harris to deal with Scrimgeour if he got into trouble. He was a little annoyed that he should not have listened to Dumbledore's suggestion and thought that he should have asked Sirius who was closer to Harris for help.
"Amelia, I think you can talk to Minister Harris about these issues later. Let's talk about Scrimgeour first." Dumbledore looked at Amelia from his hooked nose and took over the topic. "How about some of Madam Rosmerta's best oak-ripened honey wine first?"
Dumbledore did not wait for anyone to respond. He waved his wand gently, and a clean bottle and five glasses flew out from the wine cabinet. The bottle automatically turned around and filled each glass with the honey-yellow liquid. Then, the glasses floated to everyone in the room.
"What a sweet aroma. Perhaps I should treat the giant squid to a bucket of it …" Allen took a big sip and then looked at Amelia who was as cold as a rock because she obeyed Dumbledore. "But Madam Bowens has some doubts. Before we talk about Rufus Scrimgeour, let me explain it to you first."
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