GGAD London bombing

Dumbledore's predictions were good. Early the next morning, Grindelwald, who woke up, showed a rare shame in the face of his scars, although no one could see it.If Dumbledore didn't know enough about this mighty Dark Lord, he would probably only think that Grindelwald was heartless and shameless—of course, this was the truth.

Grindelwald paced back and forth in the bedroom with his hands behind his back, bossing around the four house elves with a tricky attitude, which scared them into trembling and panicking.He rarely did this, and Dumbledore understood that this was an expression of guilt, and also knew that this nameless anger came from a guilt that Grindelwald was not willing to admit in his heart, and he knew that it was better not to offend this person at this moment.

So he watched the little elf busy in the early morning bath for his master with peace of mind, and guessed the formula of the shampoo with great interest because of its unique smell. After smelling the medicine, he couldn't help showing a happy smile, and the resentment from last night was gone.He even thought that maybe Gellert wasn't so bad as a lover - after all, what could you expect from the Dark Lord?Dumbledore is always good at finding self-comfort, and he doesn't care about it like a woman.

In fact, Dumbledore was in a very good mood, and even Grindelwald's unreasonable and unreasonable face was very cute to him. His hair covered some of his brows, which were erected from impatience.Looking at it, he couldn't help gushing out a rush of love. "You have no hope of getting rid of him anymore," thought Dumbledore, feeling a little hopeless at the same time - Gellert never loved him the way he loved him.

He shook his head, to drive away the inappropriate sentimentality, after all, there are more important things to do now.

Grindelwald seemed to be satisfied after torturing the house elf. He turned his head and glanced at Dumbledore, then strode over, leaned down and kissed him deeply.

"Hmm... Looks like 'Miss Yoltan's Kiss' is not bad." Dumbledore teased, caressing his face.

Grindelwald couldn't help laughing when he heard his metaphor: "Ah, you charming little revolutionary party is determined to go to the guillotine."

"I would rather go to your guillotine." Dumbledore lowered his eyes meekly.

Grindelwald froze for a moment, as if he was deeply touched. He observed the man with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes probing for a while, and found that Albus's ears were red, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his cheeks had an intoxicating arc. "It's really beautiful," he thought to himself, feeling very good in his heart, and feeling guilty when he recalled the absurd behavior of last night.

So he smiled so charmingly that even Satan couldn't resist, stroking Dumbledore's silky long hair, and unbuttoned his nightgown with one hand.This time he hugged Dumbledore carefully and gently, treating him like a piece of porcelain that would shatter at the touch of a touch, and he was reluctant to take his eyes off Albus, who was quietly leaning in his arms——he squinted his eyes slightly , Grindelwald peeked at Grindelwald from time to time, and then pursed his lips and snickered. It was so cute and made Grindelwald extremely happy.

The bathroom was steamy, and both of them felt refreshed after soaking in the hot water. Grindelwald took the shampoo and applied it evenly on Dumbledore's body. The scars and bruises on his body quickly improved, leaving only Faint red marks.

"Gellert," said Dumbledore. "Let's talk about yesterday."

"There was a lot going on yesterday." Grindelwald paused reluctantly, thinking that Dumbledore was going to accuse him of being a beast.

"During the meeting, I did react unwisely, and I apologize for that." Dumbledore was trying to curry favor with him.

Grindelwald is used to Dumbledore bowing his head first, he is more fortunate that Dumbledore did not mention last night's mistake, so he decided to be more tolerant, waved his hand and smiled: "Okay, Albus, let me be ashamed Unwise. Now tell me, what else could make you lose your face in public other than being a saint of compassion?" He lolled on the edge of the bathtub, putting on a businesslike look.

"I don't deny my emotional resistance to the plan, and I understand your distaste for Britain's meddling in European affairs, but the point is, it's more than necessary, and I think what you want is a whole of Britain, not a piece of it. Ruins." Dumbledore said angrily: "The Ministry of Magic has no intention of fighting, all they want is a reason to calm down their own people, and tell them that if they fight against the Empire, the end will be as bleak as Poland. What Britain needs is deterrence , they are used to standing by and watching, Muggle shells explode across the channel, they turn a blind eye. You don't know that the financial support of the Ministry of Magic depends almost entirely on port trade, and you want to cut off their way of making money, even if they are as gentle as rabbits Your government will come on you like a hound and bite you!"

"Oh, don't get excited." Grindelwald always found it very interesting that Dumbledore made English self-mockery in German. He smiled and put his arms around Dumbledore, putting his chin on his shoulder: "What reason is there? , go on, you know, I'm always willing to listen to you."

Dumbledore secretly breathed out, but his nerves refused to relax. Grindelwald is surprisingly easy to talk now, but once he says something wrong, he is still difficult to deal with.

"I think Mr. Heinrich pays too much attention to the success or failure of the Muggle War, and forgets our fundamental purpose." He said in a flat tone: "Anyone who has the rationality of a goat can see this. Bombing the port may The Muggle Air Force can be in a hurry, but there is no threat to the wizarding world. They can hide in the circle and stand by. Then the saint's desire to control the Elgar regime will be completely defeated. And you can't allow the Nazis to vent their anger aimlessly, That would make us look like swaggering fools."

Grindelwald seemed satisfied with his use of the word 'we', but still couldn't help laughing at him: "He is indeed a little hotheaded, but I am more concerned about the hypocritical and cunning English gentleman finally admitting that he is with me, a German ?"

"You're an ungrateful, heartless scoundrel." Dumbledore pushed him away coldly, looking more like flirting: "If you're always rambling, there's no need for us to talk."

Grindelwald laughed loudly when he heard the words, he sank into the water and sat up again, his wet blond hair pressed against his cheek: "Naive Albus, do you think I care about how those Muggles use their so-called height?" Technology? What I want is for countries to do their own thing, and now some of you in the UK want to meddle in their own business, I heard that the Ministry of Magic sent a wizard to contact the new Muggle Prime Minister—what's his name?" He squinted at Dumbledore .

"Churchill." Dumbledore said blankly.

"Ah, yes, Churchill." Grindelwald wiped his wet face and said with a smile: "He is looking forward to joining the world war. Your Minister Elgar is really ignorant, can I teach him well? "

"Oh, I might have a better plan for that." Dumbledore shrugged.

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes dangerously, studying him carefully.

Dumbledore smiled instead of anger: "Don't look at me like this, my plan has clear goals and saves military power."

"I would like to hear more about it." Grindelwald made a gesture of invitation with great interest.

"How to make the Ministry of Magic listen to our warning?" Dumbledore asked softly.

Grindelwald glanced at him lightly, with a rather stern expression: "This is exactly what you need to answer, and I hope the answer is enough to satisfy me."

Dumbledore stretched out his hand in the water in a strange slow motion, and his fingertips were sharply inserted into Grindelwald's lower abdomen, provocative and provocative, slowly moving upwards, and suddenly pointed directly at the heart.

Grindelwald stared at his knuckle fingers and laughed abruptly.

"I see."

As soon as these words came out, the two fell into a strange silence.

Grindelwald stared at him as if to stare him out of a hole.

Dumbledore looked back calmly, knowing that Grindelwald had to be given time to think about whether Dumbledore was credible.He doesn't have to worry too much about his facial expressions, Occlumency is flawless, and Grindelwald can never know what he's really thinking, absolutely not.

He waited quietly, finding it hard not to be afraid.Something went wrong, and Grindelwald's sudden attack caught him off guard, and he hasn't figured out why yet.

"The guillotine kiss was a bad joke," thought Dumbledore, and he swore he would never mention 'Miss Yortan' again in his lifetime. It was inappropriate as a joke, but even more ominous as a prophecy.He no longer bothers trying to see through Grindelwald, which is tiring, he just needs to be as quick as a good subordinate to grasp what the Lord is willing to show.

Fortunately, Grindelwald's reaction was gratifying, that lazy, careless expression returned to his face, and he winked at Dumbledore.Very well, Grindelwald didn't intend to execute him now, and he passed the thrilling pass.

"Thanks Merlin," he thought to himself mockingly.Dumbledore won the trust of the European Dark Lord at the cost of the British professor's crime of treason --- "to instigate the enemy to bomb the capital in order to preserve Britain", he is not so naive as to think that the Ministry of Magic and Minister Elgar can Let him go.

Grindelwald, on the other hand, seemed satisfied with Dumbledore.

"You've done a good job Albus." He complimented softly, meaning more like a warning.

"Then, my lord." Dumbledore was struggling to breathe, but he kept his composure in order to look decent: "Now please get up and have breakfast, and let us discuss the details."

Grindelwald readily agreed, and the two put on bathrobes and walked to the dining room holding hands.

Dumbledore followed Grindelwald's brisk pace silently behind him, his chest was suffocated and painful, and at the same time he felt desperate for the severe damage that London might suffer.He tried to adjust his breathing and stabilize his mind to deal with the next moment of negotiation, so that Grindelwald's bombing was only for symbolic deterrence rather than destruction.

The two have ghosts in their hearts, one is worried because of the upcoming war, and the other quickly plans a backup plan, but the superficial peace is maintained after all.

And the fate of Britain can only depend on the secret contest between the lovers.