Inside the headmaster's office, on the table with long slender legs, a sticky broccoli floated in a dark green liquid. The portraits of the headmasters and headmasters of both sexes were dozing off. Some of them were lazily leaning their heads on the armrests while others were leaning against the frame of the portraits. However, their eyes were slightly squinted, indicating that they were pretending to be asleep as usual.
Across the headmaster's desk, which was shaped like a raven, Grindelwald, who had just arrived, was chatting with Allen. A large plate of Scotch fried eggs was placed in front of Grindelwald.
Allen opened the beverage cabinet under the desk and noticed that the stock inside was not enough. He shook his head and took out a wooden box from the drawer. There was a button on it, and then he pressed it under Grindelwald's inexplicable gaze.
A few large bottles of Coke appeared on the headmaster's desk on a delicate silver tray.
"This is my Coke button. As long as I press it, my house elf Maggie will replenish my stock …" Alan explained as he looked at Grindvall's eyes. He put the extra Coke into the beverage cabinet and filled it up with ice again. Then, he poured the remaining Coke into the transparent crystal glass. The sound of bubbles popping could be heard as he poured the dark brown liquid into the glass.
Then, the ice cubes in the beverage cabinet flew into the air. Allen turned his head and looked at Grindelwald questioningly. When Grindelwald nodded slightly, the neatly cut ice cubes fell into the crystal glass and hit the glass wall with a crisp sound.
The two raised their glasses and took a big gulp. They leaned back on the headmaster's chair in satisfaction.
"Ever since you sent me to Newmungaard, I've been drinking about twelve glasses a day. This is probably the only sweet thing I like more than Abusi." Grindelwald glanced at the portraits on the walls. His slightly chubby cheeks were not as sharp as when he was just released from prison. "Allen, these headmasters don't look like they're really asleep. They won't take my weight as a joke and leak it out, right?"
Allen was stunned for a moment before he reacted. He raised his finger and shook it. "Gellert, I promise that no one will know about our conversation, be it weight or anything else …"
The faces of the portraits with their eyes closed changed a little. They were frustrated by the headmaster's restriction on their right to speak. However, they were all smart people and would not let go of the content of their conversation.
"In that case, I was just thinking about something else. Mister Scrimgeour's death... Although it has been replaced by other news, a few days ago, Alastor Moody and those subordinates of Scrimgeour's who had a good relationship with him in the Ministry of Magic requested Abusi to persuade me to help find the murderer." Grindelwald raised his chin and pointed at his strange grayish-white eye. "They wanted to seek revenge on the Death Eaters, so I went to the scene of the death and used my Eye of Prophecy to help find some clues about the murderer. I did find that the murderer was very professional and used a spell to interfere with normal prophecies. However, it seems that the murderer didn't know much about our advanced abilities …"
Allen frowned. His slender knuckles habitually knocked on the table. He glanced at Gellert's seat and his expression began to relax. He said nonchalantly, "Since I didn't hear any rumors, it seems that they didn't find any clues?"
"Yes. Although the effect of the interference on the Eye of Prophecy is limited, I still tried to cast a spell to remove the interference. Unfortunately, I made a mistake and messed up the magical energy field. However, to maintain my dignity, I didn't tell them that I accidentally made the interference stronger. I only told them that the interference here was too strong." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes with a smirk on his face. He stretched out his hand and pointed it at Allen. "I think that even if you go there now, you won't be able to find the truth with that eye of yours. I'm sorry that I messed up everything."
"Gellert, I wouldn't have done a better job if I was there." Allen stood up and leaned forward to refill Grindelwald's glass of cola. "I'm sorry for troubling you. Next time, she'll deal with this kind of thing more professionally."
After that, Allen and Grindelwald began to talk about their daily lives on the floating city. They talked about some of the things that happened in the university. As they talked, the atmosphere in the room became more relaxed. Grindelwald was interested in the small hand on the table. He used his palm to tease the big pale hand, turning it over and over, making the five fingers move as if it was dancing.
But suddenly, Alan stopped talking. He waved his hand and lifted his and Grindelwald's cups with a spell of levitation. Then he threw them out of the balcony where the stairs behind his desk led to his private quarters. The commotion woke Anka up from his nap, and he raised his head.
Allen quickly poured a glass of milk for Grindelwald and himself. At this time, there was a sound coming from the stairs. After a few knocks on the door, Hermione walked in. Grindelwald suddenly realized what was going on.
Before the three people in the room could greet each other, Hermione was warmly welcomed by Anka. Anka, who was woken up from its perch, saw Hermione who made it feel more comfortable. It flew directly to her head and its golden tail feathers fell on her shoulder.
"Anka, go back to your perch!" Hermione urged in a low voice. Her smile was a little stiff. With Grindelwald, an outsider, she felt that it was too embarrassing to have a bird on her head.
"Miss Granger … I noticed that this phoenix is only willing to get close to you and Allen. No one else can get its attention …" Grindelwald stood up and pulled a chair for Hermione. "It's not easy to get close to such a noble and proud magic creature like the phoenix. It's an honor. Speaking of which, Abusi's Fox is also very proud. Although we've known each other since we were young, it still doesn't like me very much …"
Hermione thought of Anka's hostility and fear towards Luna and the occasional fight with Penello. Hermione's smile widened, revealing her small front teeth. "Thank you. I just like to talk about business. Just don't get it on my head."
After speaking, Hermione sat down with Anka on her head. She was much more magnanimous than usual when she encountered such a situation.
"Hermione, you must not have eaten your breakfast in a hurry. Here's some Scotch Bombs and milk. Have some." Allen was sitting behind the headmaster's desk. He revealed a grumbling smile at Grindelwald before glancing at Hermione. He felt that Hermione, who was so easily aroused, was quite cute when she obediently carried the phoenix on her head.
Grindelwald returned to his seat. "By the way, Allen, Hermione, Abusi and I have prepared some gifts for you and that little bird. But we want to go back to Godric Valley to celebrate the holiday with my great aunt, so we decided to send them to you in advance …"
"That's very thoughtful of you. Hermione and I also prepared some gifts for you and Abusi. But the floating city is a bit far from England. It's too far to use the owl. I'll send them to you in advance tonight." Allen clasped his hands together and said, "Since we're all here, let's get down to business. Gellert, you've been in Hogwarts for a while now. I'm sure you know some of the outstanding students. I called you here today because I want you to help me pick out the students who are good at casting the defensive spells I gave you. Then, give this list to Hermione."
"That's not a problem. But you want them? Forgive my rudeness, but I'm afraid half a semester of combat training is not enough for them to surpass the abilities of the Aura. " Grindelwald's slender fingers brushed the finely trimmed mustache above his lips. "The students are more focused on theoretical knowledge. Allen, you know, after you and Owen moved the treasures from the Mysterious Division to the university, the Silent Man, Professor Saul Kroc, was forced to come over as a part-time instructor. Recently, the students and some teachers are very obsessed with these things …"
"You misunderstand. Of course, I won't send these talented students into battle … But I have to remind you that for now, I don't think they'll be able to make any more progress in the Division of Mysteries than the previous Silent Man … So, Gatler, you should let them focus on other subjects first." Allen waved his hand. "By the way, I asked you to give the list to Hermione because after Christmas, the Muggle Prime Minister and a few high-ranking officials will be invited to the floating city. You know about my experiment with Ravenclaw, so the Ministry of Magic will be holding a welcoming party. While the Muggle is still a Muggle, I think it's best to show the strength of the magic world. You know, the Hogwarts students are still a little young. Not many of them can fully master these spells. So, I need to get some from your side to show off a little."
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