GGAD innocence

I sat down at the long table in Slytherin and stared at Albus Dumbledore for a long time, the man who made my god Gellert Grindelwald so concerned, I felt deeply moved Jealousy and loathing.

It has to be said that he is a middle-aged man with extraordinary gentleness and demeanor, who seems to have a radiance of wisdom.

Sensing my gaze, he gave me a gentle look and nodded.

He doesn't know who I am. Of course, no one can tell me about me, and there is no photo to record my image.I'm like a ghost with no origin, a ghost held by Grindelwald.

I smiled decently at Dumbledore, and I knew my eyes must be bright at this moment, like a hungry wolf seeing fat food, waiting to be slaughtered at any time.But none of the uncomfortable light leaks out, a skill I have learned from my lord.

I am introverted and withdrawn, this is all the teachers and classmates have all the impressions of me, except for Dumbledore, I think the smile at the beginning of the school left him too deep, so that he ignored my fake discord The surface that people get along with.Yes, not with people.A group of 11-year-old children are purely like a group of bleating sheep, while I, who learned cunning and killing from my lord, are just a wolf in sheep's clothing.Those who are too sharp will be discovered if they are not hidden well, and those who are too bloody will be frightening if they get close.

I, mercifully, stay away from the young beasts.

But Dumbledore seemed to be having trouble accepting the protection I had graciously given them.

He is a teacher welcomed by the whole school. He is recognized as the only person in the world who can defeat the Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald. He is the dawn of victory and the leader of light.But at the same time, he's an out-and-out fool.

He left me after class, and said to me: "Your work is excellent, Mr. Terry, but I notice that you seem to have very little company with your classmates."

I stared straight at him. "I don't want to associate with them, sir."

He seemed a little uncomfortable in my gaze, "Is it a common problem of geniuses?" He asked with a smile.

Instead of answering the question, I said to him; "I'd rather have more contact with you, sir."

He looked at me tolerantly, then smiled. "That's right, Mr. Terry. But I welcome you to my office, any time."

Of course I readily agree.From that day on, I would go to his office to study by myself every day.

He added a small table next to his desk, placed a lamp, and sometimes even prepared desserts and invited me to taste them.

How stupid he is, what is raising a wolf to his own trouble.Put the most loyal follower of the Dark Lord and the youngest spy so close to him, only one step away from all his secrets and even his life.