dragon and boy

A little accident happened in Durmstrang in early June.A group of prairie bandits responded to the pirates in the strait and fought towards Durmstrang along a ridge. Their strength swept through several small villages on the border, and many herdsmen were also attacked, causing heavy property losses.

Grindelwald only received the information ten days later, and he who received the news was staying with all the royal families at this moment, and a grand hunting feast was about to begin.

He didn't like this kind of activity, but helpless hunting is also an essential part of royal activities.

"I have to go," Grindelwald confessed before Albus, who was staring at him, could ask a question. "Something happened over the border."

"It looks a little serious."

"Yes, can you help me dispatch an army?" Grindelwald whispered in Albus's ear, "I need 200 people."

"Okay." Albus asked, "Do you want me to come with you?"

"No need." Grindelwald ignored others looking at him, and kissed Albus's hair lightly. "Soon, I'll be back in half a month."

This hunting ceremony was canceled so easily, and Grindelwald had to lead the troops out in person, as a king.

Before leaving, he was in front of the pier mirror, and Albus was standing behind him helping him straighten his collar.Grindelwald turned his head and kissed Albus lightly. After his lips and teeth intersected, he pressed the other's forehead: "I will miss you."

"I'll miss you more than you miss me."

They kissed goodbye like a newly married couple, and to be honest, Albus enjoyed this kind of life, and Grindelwald did the same.

"I'll wait until I come back..." Grindelwald paused, "We can consider holding a coronation ceremony."

"Whose coronation?"

"The queen's." Grindelwald turned around and said to Albus, "I owe you."

Albus retorted: "Actually, even if it doesn't take place, I'm still the queen recognized by everyone. We are not such formal people, and this country doesn't seem to be as closed-minded as I thought before, which makes me think Very pleased."

Grindelwald took his own sword, put the bottle of dragon's blood that Albus had given him into his lapel, and then rode on the steed.He was wearing armor, and under the scorching sun, he drew out the polished and smooth sword and held it high.

Albus stood under the horse with his head up, and followed the townspeople to watch Grindelwald's back drift away.He will find time to help with Durmstrang's political affairs with Wenda, and he will go to school every day to teach the children all the lessons.

One month before Grindelwald left, he had just taken up a job at a missionary school, teaching alchemy as a subject.Since coming to Durmstrang, Albus has started to study, just like herbal medicine, most of the theories applicable in the wizarding world are also established here.

He thought of the achievements he had made with Nick Flamel in alchemy before, and if possible, he hoped that this knowledge could be spread here.

Regarding Snape's changes, Albus felt that the situation was improving at a speed visible to his naked eyes.In front of Albus, although the other party still looked indifferent to everything, the points on Harry Potter's deduction book dropped significantly.

Albus didn't tell the truth either, and when he wanted to expose Snape, maybe the other party would once again show the look of being swayed by others.

"Alchemy is a process of perfection through death and resurrection." Albus asked standing at the front of the church, "Do you know what the most terrifying procedure is?"

"Is it a resurrection?" someone asked.

"I think it should be perfect." Someone retorted.

Albus paused, raised his wand-like teaching rod made of branches in his hand, and drew a circle in the air.He smiled, stood in the center of the church, and in front of everyone, tapped three times on the wooden table with the tip of his "magic wand" in the silent environment.He said: "It is to learn but not to master."

After a few weeks, the students in the church school loved Albus very much. They recognized his teaching and personality, and they only had one word for his evaluation: he is the best teacher here.

Accustomed to Grindelwald's company, Albus obviously couldn't adapt when the other party was away.But he has to adapt even if he doesn't adapt. He has to work hard to help his lover maintain the family.

Albus would often sit on the high city wall early in the morning, before dawn, and look out.He could easily climb the city wall, but God would not allow him to easily see the spectacular scene of the triumphant return of the more than 200 people.

Until the sky is dyed red, he will get up in disappointment and start a new day of life.Wenda would wait for him under the city wall every day, holding in his hand the letter that Grindelwald sent back with a pigeon the next day, which could be called a love letter.

Among them, the one that impressed Albus the most, in which Grindelwald sent a painting.Still wondering when the other party possessed such high painting skills, Albus suddenly caught a glimpse of the little jargon under the painting: There was an artist in the accompanying army, and he asked him to draw the beautiful scenery I saw for me. You can see it too.

Albus found a frame for the painting and hung it over his bed.He sat at the desk, struggling with what to say to Grindelwald, and after much deliberation, he decided to just accept the letter silently. Like all the letters before, he never answered half of it.

Compared with correspondence, Albus recalled the past between him and Grindelwald who was imprisoned in Nurmengard, and he felt that some words and emotions were better said in person.

"Do you think he would like this?" Wenda walked into the room, and Albus held up a blank piece of paper and handed it to her. There was an unfamiliar pattern drawn on the paper, but if Grindelwald was beside him at this moment, he would definitely It looks familiar again.

Albus changed the drawing of the Deathly Hallows, adding the initials of both of them around it, like a testimony of walking down the road with the two of them.

Wenda nodded, and she heard Albus say, "I want to change the pattern on the scabbard, it should be unique."

Wenda said: "Actually, this one is unique now."

Albus was taken aback: "Isn't this handed down from generation to generation by Durmstrang?"

"I disappoint you." Wenda replied, "Every reigning monarch and admonisher has a unique logo, which was specially formulated by His Majesty Gellert."

Albus shrugged. "Well, he lied to me before, but that's understandable."

Thinking of Grindelwald's hasty and perfunctory explanation of the sign at the time, Albus couldn't help feeling a little ridiculous.When the two tried each other's identities at the beginning, recalling it now, it can be said to be full of loopholes.

Under Albus's repeated questioning, Wenda fulfilled his wish and chose the new logo that Albus just held in his hand.Seeing that Albus raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, Wenda shook her head helplessly, remembering the scene when Grindelwald said that shocking sentence in public, she still has some heart palpitations.

"Do you know what he said at that time?" Wenda looked at Albus and asked, "In the council hall, before bringing you here."

"I'm also curious about this matter."

Wen Da took a deep breath and said, "He said he wanted to abolish Durmstrang's admonition system, and everyone thought he was crazy."

"Is he going to give you a knife and then give you something to eat?" Albus asked.

"That's right." Wenda replied, "No one agrees with him, including me. To be honest, we were indeed frightened by him that day. The fact that the admonisher system has existed in Durmstrang for hundreds of years naturally has its advantages. Since we established diplomatic relations, you are indeed an indispensable right arm of Durmstrang. Although many people did not approve of choosing you, a half-dragon, as an admonisher at the beginning, but now it seems that this is indeed a lot of benefits Yes, your ability and character have been recognized by everyone. More importantly, we can't communicate with a dragon, but we can with you."

Albus nodded: "This is a very high evaluation, thank you."

"But while everyone is against it, he gave us a second way." Wenda said again, "He wants to abolish the hereditary system of the Durmstrang royal family, and make the capable man the king."

"It's just the aggressive method."

"Well, I admit that you know him very well." Wenda said, "This is indeed not his ultimate goal. In the end, he gave a third way: no one should interfere with his private affairs. Ten years later, he will The throne passed to Prince Leonard, and he was taught during this time."

"That makes sense."

Albus rolled up the drawing, tied it with a rubber band and placed it on the top shelf of the bookcase.He turned his head and glanced out of the window. It was dark, with clouds pressing above his head.The wind pushed down the thick branches, and the leaves were blown down and spiraled in the air.

This is the exclusive summer thunderstorm weather.

Thinking of getting to school before it rained, Albus tidied up his appearance in a hurry. He turned up his collar and even tied a bow tie for himself.Albus had just stepped half a step out of the room, he recalled something and retracted his steps, reaching for the umbrella behind the door.

"Wenda." Albus said, "Remember to close the door for me when you leave."

Wenda nodded, she saw Albus picked up the umbrella, smiled at her and was about to step out of the house, when there was a "bang" sound from the wooden door, and the closed door was pushed open again .Stopping in his tracks, Albus poked his head out through the crack of the door.

After being silent for several seconds, he suddenly coughed lightly, and then asked, "Did you...have no letter yesterday?"

Wenda shook his head, Albus lowered his eyes, and muttered to himself: "I didn't believe it? How could I not believe it...how could it be..."