"Don't be so nervous. At least for now, it seems that the problems with the Muggle society and the previous troubles caused by the war preparations have been dealt with.
However, even with the size of the Ministry of Magic, it won't be easy to deal with the series of complications caused by this big problem. At the very least, it will take some time. "
On the eighth floor of the castle, in the corridor outside the principal's office, Naughty Ghost, who came out to greet Jon in advance, whispered to him.
"Then, presumably, during this period of time, Dumbledore must not be having an easy time."
Jon's mood was the same. Previously, when he went to the Demon Fairy Castle to find a place to solve his psychological problems, he told Naughty Ghost about this matter. Coupled with the arrival of Cecatly, there were some things that could not be hidden anymore. He simply let Naughty Ghost tell Dumbledore about this matter directly.
But at that time, there were still many problems outside that had not been dealt with completely. Dumbledore did not stay in the school for long, so he probably did not take it seriously. But now, it was different. This could be seen from the fact that as soon as he came back, he asked Naughty Ghost to tell Jon to go to his office immediately.
After taking a few deep breaths outside the principal's office, Jon followed Naughty Ghost, walked past the stone statue, and walked up the stairs.
Then, he knocked on the office door.
"Oh? You're finally here? "
Dumbledore's voice came from inside. "Then come in directly."
Jon pushed the door open and entered, only to find that other than Dumbledore, there was another person in the office.
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If it was not for the smoke from the burning tobacco floating in the office, Jon would have thought that this person was Grindelwald.
It was not because of anything else. It was simply because that black robe was simply too oppressive.
On the small sofa on the side of Dumbledore's office sat a person wearing a black cotton robe and a cloak. He looked travel-worn, as if he had just traveled thousands of miles.
A cigar was burning in his hand, and his entire face had been erased. It looked like a cloud of fog. It seemed that before Jon came in, the two of them were talking about something.
Meanwhile, in Jon's vision and the reflection of his glasses, the magical elements around that person were as still as stagnant water. It was as if all of them had been devoured by the darkness of the robe.
The moment Jon came in, the cigar between his fingers burned out, and he stood up from the sofa.
"Since we're done here, I should take my leave."
He got up and said goodbye, not noticing Jon who was standing at the side.
Dumbledore naturally urged him to stay. "Why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you stay a little longer? It's not too late to leave after two days. "
"It's a long journey, and frankly speaking, it's a tough job. The earlier we leave, the earlier we can go home.
Besides, I've already achieved my goal of coming to the academy. With your assurance, it's enough. It's not a good thing to stay any longer, so I won't stay here any longer. "
The man in black shook his head and refused. Since he couldn't stay, Dumbledore could only get up and send him off.
This person was very strange. He was like a ghost. When he walked, he made no sound, as if he was drifting.
When he left, this person brushed past Jon. At that moment, Jon clearly felt that under the fog on that person's face, there was a gaze that swept past his face, carrying a meaning that made him shudder.
"Who was that?"
After confirming that the person had really left, Jon opened his mouth and asked.
"Did you see his face clearly?"
Dumbledore didn't answer, but asked a question instead.
Jon shook his head.
He actually wanted to say that he saw clearly, but there was no point in lying about this kind of thing. If Dumbledore was willing to tell him, he would naturally tell him.
"Since he didn't want to reveal his identity in front of you, then it's a secret. I can't tell you."
Dumbledore was unwilling to say this, but Jon didn't care.
If he didn't want to say it, then so be it. It wasn't a big deal anyway.
Dumbledore thought so too. He gestured for Jon to sit down and took out some food.
"Watermelon juice? Or sweet lemonade? If you don't like either, I still have some 'syrup' that Snape specially made. Maybe you'll like it. "
Dumbledore didn't have anything that wasn't sweet, so Jon could only reject.
"Thank you, but it's okay."
He took out some tea leaves from his ring and placed them in a matching cup. He then poured some water from the kettle on Dumbledore's table and used magic to boil it. That was the end of this cup of tea.
Although it was a little troublesome to earn one's own living, Jon didn't intend to finish speaking in such a short time.
Since he was here, he was prepared to fight a long battle.
"Speaking of which, you've been waiting for me for a long time. Mischievous said that you've been very busy recently."
Dumbledore looked at Jon, hoping to hear some good news from Jon.
Jon sipped his tea leisurely. He looked very calm on the surface, but he was panicking inside.
Mentioning Grindelwald in front of Dumbledore was as difficult as plucking the fur off a tiger's face.
"If I were to talk about this seriously, it would be quite awkward."
There wasn't much tea in a cup, and he finished it quickly, so he had no choice but to speak.
"…"
Dumbledore was silent. He picked up the watermelon juice in front of him and finished it in one gulp. After that, he used magic to get rid of the traces on his beard, then he raised his head to look at Jon.
He looked like he was going to a war. Jon vaguely felt that if Dumbledore had the old wand, he would most likely change his mind and send him to some desolate place.
"Alright, say it. I promise that I won't be angry no matter what you say."
Dumbledore's promise more or less calmed Jon's heart. As the saying goes, cut the Gordian knot with a knife and cut the Gordian knot. He naturally had to finish what he wanted to say quickly. Before he came, the draft that he had prepared for so long came in handy. Thinking about his relationship with Grindelwald, and the deal between Helga and Grindelwald, he quickly said.
"Grindelwald has left the Nurmengard Tower. He wants to see you tonight."
He spoke very quickly, as if these words were scalding his mouth. He poured them out like beans.
However, Dumbledore was calm.
He used a slower speed to repeat Jon's words, then looked at Jon.
That look was obviously asking.
— — That's it?
Jon didn't care what Dumbledore's eyes meant. Since Dumbledore wasn't angry, then he could talk about other things.
"So, you're not angry? Is that right? "
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