dragon and boy

Directly ignoring Harry's uncle and aunt, Albus walked into the house, stopped in front of Harry, bent down, and handed him the jam cake he had just bought at the market.

"A meeting ceremony," said Albus, "just as a commemoration of the first day we officially met."

"Thank you."

Harry ordered jam pies in front of his aunt's family, and Albus looked up, just in time to meet Dudley, who was not far away in the house, with bright eyes.Ignoring Harry's annoying cousin, Albus put his hand on Harry's shoulder and asked, "Will you come with me? I think you deserve a better education."

"But I can't leave Ron and Hermione behind."

"They'll come with you, too."

The clothes on Albus looked like those worn by nobles and royal families. Harry's uncle and aunt were a little jealous, and they rushed forward, using their huge bodies to stop the two who were about to leave.

"You have no right to take him," said the man. "He is my nephew."

"You have no right to prevent me from taking him," Albus replied. "He is a citizen of Durmstrang, and your Majesty has given him to me."

When he left this home, Harry felt more relaxed than ever. He seemed to have ended a painful journey and smiled the moment he saw the sun again.

"Are you...?" Harry looked up at Albus.

"Albus Dumbledore." Albus held out his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Harry Potter. His Majesty Gellert Grindelwald represents the Mission School in Durmstrang , invite you and your partners to enroll."

As he said, Albus took out an invitation letter from the inner pocket of his clothes, on which Grindelwald wrote a welcome message in fancy fonts, except for his own name, Ron and Hermione's name, the rest Harry never understood the words.

He held the invitation letter carefully in the palm of his hand, not taking his eyes off the Durmstrang national emblem on it.

"So where are we going now?" Harry asked.

"I think you'll have to change this rags before you go back to the castle," Albus replied. "Patches and wormholes are not gentle at all."

Albus had been wandering around the city for several days before, and he had almost figured out the general situation of the whole market. For example, the fabrics of Ms. Elena’s house in the North District were the best, so Albus did not hesitate to wait. Take Harry there.

Harry's figure was too thin, and now he was wearing clothes that his cousin Dudley couldn't fit in. These clothes didn't fit his body at all, and the neckline could reveal his shoulders when he turned sideways.

While complaining about Harry's malnutrition, Ms. Elena was looking for clothes according to his figure.

"Oh, look at this one." She held up the dress and tried it out in front of Harry, "Like a noble little prince."

"Nice," said Albus, and then he looked at Harry and asked, "What do you think?"

Harry nodded, neither saying yes nor bad.Even though he'd had a few encounters with Albus before, he was a little reserved.

He put on his new clothes and followed Albus down the road with a bunch of stuff in his arms.Unable to walk anymore, the two sat on the stone bench under the shade of the tree to rest for a while, Harry looked at Albus and asked, "Did you know that day that they would not succeed?"

"Yes," said Albus, "but I appreciate your courage."

Harry fell silent, staring at Albus for a long time, until the other party grinned at him, before continuing, "I thought half-dragons must have horns on their heads."

"Unfortunately, apparently I don't," Albus asked. "How do you know?"

"I saw your arm when my uncle pinched you with the door." Harry replied, "Are you powerful? Stronger than those real dragons?"

Before Albus could answer, Harry asked again: "Why did His Majesty choose you?"

"Because I can speak human language." Albus said so, no one knew the truth anyway, "communication is the best way I can help him."

Harry, like most of Durmstrang's townspeople, had never actually set foot inside the castle.He knew that the life of the royal family would be tens of millions of times better than his life, but when he walked into the hall of the castle with his own eyes, he was still dumbfounded.

The walls of the hall are covered with murals, and above his head, a glass chandelier hangs firmly in the center.Just one hall was several times larger than the entire room in his uncle's house. Harry dared to bet that if he was allowed to walk alone in this huge castle, he would get lost [-]% of the time.

"What about Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked suddenly.

"They will arrive later than you," said Albus. "Now you can go straight to your bedroom. I'm going to talk to your Majesty about something important. See you later."

Albus left so quickly that Harry hadn't even asked the phrase "where is the room" before he disappeared.

Harry stood at the entrance of the corridor, holding his large and small luggage, looking around blankly.He turned to the soldier standing beside him, who was half a body taller than him, standing motionless like a statue as if he hadn't seen him.

When she was confused, a maid came from the other end of the corridor. She was wearing a long white dress, her long hair was tied behind her head, and her eyes were fixed on Harry.She stopped in front of Harry, looked at the child in front of her with a smile, bent down and asked, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Harry Potter?"

Seeing Harry nod his head awkwardly, she helped Harry lift the heavy object in his hand: "Please follow me."

The glass in the corridor of the royal castle was many times larger than that of Aunt Harry's house. He followed behind the maid, looking at everything around him with surprise and novelty in his eyes.

When passing by the second floor, Harry seemed to catch a glimpse of Albus, but he was afraid of losing the footsteps of the maid, so he only took a glance and trotted to keep up.

At this time, Albus was standing outside Grindelwald's door. He had Grindelwald's permission to enter and leave any room freely, but his good habits and upbringing still made him choose to knock on the door.

In front of him was a council hall, and the first thing Albus saw the moment he entered was a huge statue of a god.He didn't know the significance of putting this statue in the council hall, but he did feel a sense of sacredness in this room.

Grindelwald was the only one in the huge council hall. Obviously, now is not the time for Durmstrang to discuss politics.Grindelwald looked at Albus, he picked up a matching sword on the table, and threw it in the direction of Albus.

The moment Albus caught the sword with one hand, he saw a familiar symbol.A triangle, a circle, and a vertical line in the middle. This is the pattern of the Deathly Hallows, which Grindelwald engraved on the hilt.

Merlin's beard!

Albus sighed secretly, he felt more and more that the person in front of him was the Grindelwald he was familiar with.

"What pattern is this?" Albus asked, pretending not to know, pointing to the hilt of the sword.

"Its nature is similar to Durmstrang's national emblem." Grindelwald said, "It's just a sign, representing me and you."

Albus frowned and thought about the meaning of Grindelwald's words. Before he could come up with a trick, Grindelwald immediately added: "The same goes for old Grindelwald and his admonishers."

Albus took the sword and looked it over carefully. It should have been tailor-made for him by Grindelwald, and his name was printed on the soft leather scabbard.

"Is this a nice meeting gift?" Albus joked with a smile.

"There's more than one meeting ceremony." Grindelwald said, "I'll ask someone to bring the others to you later."

Albus pulled out the sword lightly, the blade of the sword gleamed under the sunlight from the window, and he could see half of his face through the reflection of the blade.

It can be seen that Grindelwald has put a lot of thought into this sword. The weight and length of the sword are just right for Albus.Albus shoved the sword back into its scabbard, he caught another glimpse of the Deathly Hallows pattern, and finally remembered what he was about to say.

"Do you still have the man you caught in the city? Let him go," said Albus. "But Durmstrang doesn't need a disloyal man, he doesn't belong to the country anymore. .”

"What about the two people in the dungeon?" Grindelwald asked back, "How are you going to deal with them?"

"I don't want to kill them." Albus continued after a pause, "but they will never be released. For the remaining decades of their lives, they can only live in that dark dungeon every day." Repent and reflect on all the mistakes you have made."

Just like Grindelwald who was imprisoned in Nurmengard before.

When Albus was talking, he locked his eyes on Grindelwald, he wanted to see some clues from the other party, but Grindelwald was only silent for a few seconds, and then put on an expression that he had expected , said very calmly: "It's up to you."

There was no overly surprised expression on Grindelwald's face, but this became the point that puzzled Albus the most.

Albus stroked the pattern on the hilt with his fingers thoughtfully, but Grindelwald changed the subject: "Is the boy here?"

"Here it is, and his friends are coming soon." Albus asked. "When will they meet Leonard?"

"There is a royal banquet tonight. There are not many people attending, but they are all people around me." Grindelwald said, "Bring them together."

"Do you think they'll get along?"

"No." Grindelwald replied decisively, "Leonard is a typical conceited royal family. Although he is young, he is small-minded, bad-tempered, and ambitious."

Albus asked back, "Same as Andre and Daniel?"

Grindelwald retorted: "No, better than them, he's more like me."