At this time, in front of Grindelwald's house, the sun was still shining brightly, but it was not as bright as it was at noon.
"Delphine, what a talented child. Last time we went for a walk, we met the Granger couple pushing her out. She just waved her hand and snatched the chocolate frog from my hand." Dumbledore pushed open the gate and sent the two young wizards out with a smile. The branches of the parasitic mistletoe tree in front of the gate swept his long silver hair. The wizards who did not live in the floating city had already left using the fireplace.
"She's a bit like her father, isn't she?" Grindelwald raised his arm and took the branch off Dumbledore's body. He then inserted it into the box of frozen eel and handed it to Hermione. "But children really shouldn't eat chocolate. Hermione, your parents did a good job in disciplining her."
"She developed some bad habits in the Mystery's place, but she's still so young. I'm sure she can correct it." Without the presence of Scrimgeour and the others, Hermione just stood quietly behind Allen. When she heard Grindelwald's words, she quickly thanked him. "Thank you for your mediation today. Before I came here, I didn't expect Scrimgeour to give up his position as the director so easily. He was even willing to stop the strike."
"The most important thing is Rufus himself. Although he's like a stubborn donkey when he treats me like a weak old man, he's always been a decent person." Dumbledore waved his hand and nodded to Allen. "You've also given him enough tolerance. I didn't expect you to let him stay in Aura and be the deputy director."
"Unlike Bork and the others, I've always been very tolerant of such decent people. The deputy director doesn't have the highest authority, but I still give him the opportunity to lead Aura to continue to capture black wizards." Allen stood upright in front of the door and said frankly, "I think it's good for both of us to let him focus his energy and time on his lifelong career pursuit instead of his inexperienced scheming."
After bidding farewell to the light Magus and the former The Dark Lord, Allen chewed on the sugarless chewing gum he had gotten from Hermione. The two of them strode towards the Granger's house, which was not too far away. To their left and right were tall, neatly trimmed hedges that extended into the distance.
But even if she wanted to go home and see her parents, Hermione found it hard to be in the mood. Scrimgeour had obviously insulted Penello, but Hermione felt like it was a slap to her face.
Of course, Allen could feel Hermione's depressed mood. He was already very annoyed and racked his brains to think of a solution. In the end, he simply hugged Hermione from behind and put his chin on her head to comfort her. Hermione bit her lips with her shrunken front teeth and gradually relaxed under this comfort.
Allen turned Hermione to face him. "We can decide the laws of the floating city. I think we should give the wizards some freedom."
"Allen, I'm fine." Hermione sighed and kicked away a pebble on the road unhappily. "Let's go. Delphi has been indulged in some bad habits by the mysterious man. My parents have corrected her several times, but it seems that they haven't achieved any good results. As her adoptive father, you should think of something."
Allen pulled Hermione from the front and did not let her turn around. His eyes were fixed on her, and the blue in his eyes seemed to be cut off from the sky. "By the way, Hermione, Christmas is coming. What present did you prepare for me this year? Can I make a request? "
"Allen, what do you want this year?" Hermione's interest was piqued. Since they didn't lack anything, it was a huge problem for them to send gifts every time. Even the people who received the gifts often couldn't think of what they wanted. Hermione's mind spun quickly, and then she said warily, "Three cans is the bottom line. I won't agree to you drinking 2.5 liters a day …"
Allen was stunned for a moment, and then deliberately showed an annoyed expression. "Okay, then I can ask for something else?"
Hermione did not answer immediately. She carefully worded her words. "Anything not related to this is fine."
At that moment, Hermione suddenly felt that Allen's gaze on her seemed to be able to make a low voice, but all she heard was her blood flowing. Hermione looked at Allen in a daze for a moment.
"That's good … I need some of your blood for my Christmas present …"
Allen put down his hand from Hermione's shoulder and reached for his waist. He neatly pulled out the small dagger at his waist, which was used for dissection. The sunlight reflected on the dagger's edge lost its original warmth, and was replaced by a sharp and cold aura.
Rufus Scrimgeour also felt a little cold from the warm environment. He was walking out of the cold fireplace in the cold house. He meticulously patted the ashes on his body with the feather sheet at home, and then lit the fireplace to warm up the cold house.
Without his usual strides to cover it up, Scrimgeour's limp leg became even more obvious. He hung his coat on the coat rack near the window and walked to the middle of the living room step by step, looking a little restless. He sat down on his chair in the middle of the living room.
Scrimgeour's head was lying on the back of the chair. He suddenly opened his eyes and raised his hand to grab the Aura badge pinned on his bow tie. He put it to his lips and said, "Savich, please help me inform everyone that after today's rest, we will return to work tomorrow … Yes, the problem is basically solved. You will not be punished … As for the reason, let's go to the Broken Cauldron Bar tonight, and I will explain it to everyone in detail."
After informing him, Scrimgeour put down his collar badge and placed his hands on the armrest of the chair. He leaned against the chair and closed his eyes as he recalled the conversation he had just had. He was a little conflicted as he didn't know if he had made the right decision.
After a long time, he opened his eyes and wanted to get up, but he noticed a spider lying on the ceiling with some black marks left behind by a fox. It was spinning a spider web. This made Scrimgeour sit up straight. He glanced at the window where the spider on the ceiling should have been.
Now, there was some spider web hanging on the window that had not been opened for a long time. On the other side of the window was endless bleak snow. Unlike the floating city that was slowly floating in the southern sky of Europe, the weather in England was much colder.
Realizing that the window was opened, Scrimgeour, the excellent Aura, immediately pulled out his wand slowly, trying to make it as quiet as possible. He slowly took off his shoes and carefully walked to the middle of the room.
Scrimgeour, who was holding the wand in one hand, aimed at his brother's corner in the room. His eyes looked carefully, as if he could see something terrible hiding behind the smooth piano or the tall sofa.
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