The black gauze in the sky has dissipated, and the old wizards gathered at the entrance of the hospital have also dispersed, and once again merged into the brightly lit city below in twos and threes, like water droplets falling into the lake, without any trace left.
After a brief reminiscing about old times, Grindelwald naturally returned to the secret residence in Paracelsus that was protected by layers of magic.
As expected, there was an extra guest in the not-so-spacious room: an old wizard wearing a pair of half-moon glasses, a crooked long nose, long silver hair and a drooping beard—just now
Albus Dumbledore arrived in Salzburg from London, England.
"Sorry, Gellert. I'm extremely sorry for being late. Of course, as I told everyone at the Ministry of Magic, I believe you must have your own difficulties..." Dumbledore stood up from his chair and said gently
He smiled at me.
"Hohenheim, is she okay?"
Grindelwald glanced at Dumbledore indifferently, looking straight past him to the little silver-haired girl lying quietly on the soft bed in the room, as if Dumbledore was just a transparent person.
"It's no problem. This child sleeps very deeply. The vitality contained in her body is much stronger than we imagined - after all, you know, mixed-blood wizards are usually like this."
Paracelsus, that is, Hohenheim glanced at Dumbledore, who was deliberately ignored by Grindelwald, with some embarrassment. He shrugged and replied, but there was not much surprise in his tone.
It has to be said that mixed-blood wizards do have much advantages over ordinary humans in terms of physical fitness. As a doctor who may be the oldest in the wizarding world, Elena's identity as a mixed-veela is almost as clear as when she enters the room.
Hohenheim recognized him from the first moment.
"It's okay."
After hearing Hohenheim's answer, Grindelwald's brows relaxed, and the look on his face couldn't help but relax a little.
"Gellert, don't worry. She will get better care at Hogwarts. Now that I'm here, I can rest assured that I will take care of the rest. You can also have a good rest."
Following Grindelwald's line of sight, Dumbledore looked at the sleeping Elena, frowned slightly, and was about to take a few steps forward to check the girl's condition up close.
Suddenly, a white light curtain appeared around Dumbledore, trapping him in place.
"Sorry, I don't think you can take her away yet."
Grindelwald played with the wand in his hand carelessly and said softly.
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, pulled out his wand and waved it, and the white light curtain dissolved quickly like ice and snow in the sun.
However, while Dumbledore was using his magic, Gellert Grindelwald quickly walked to Elena's bedside.
I saw Grindelwald standing next to Elena's bed, waving his wand, and an invisible layer of soundproof protection enveloped the girl behind him, blocking out all sounds and possible noise.
The wand belonging to an unnamed wizard from the Ministry of Magic was slowly turning on the old man's slender fingertips. For the first time since entering the room, Grindelwald raised his head and looked directly at Dumbledore, and spoke softly.
"I said...stay away from this kid, didn't you hear me? She needs to rest now."
Whether it's words or actions, the rejection and hostility expressed by the first Dark Lord could not be clearer.
"Oh, that's not funny, Gellert."
Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, raised his wand, and subconsciously stroked the wood grain on the wand with his fingers, "She belongs to Hogwarts, and she has a full day of classes tomorrow."
"Oh, really? In other words, I am not in such a hurry to return to Hogwarts Castle. Moreover, I haven't reported back to you the results of my studies in the past few days." Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and held up his hands.
The wand was shaking intentionally or unintentionally, and the position pointed by the tip of the wand kept changing.
Contrary to the seemingly calm expressions and conversations between the two, two high concentrations of magic began to stir in the air.
"Well... Speaking of which, I suddenly felt a little hungry. I'm going out to buy some midnight snacks. How about you guys chat first?"
Paracelsus looked at the two wizards who were confronting each other, swallowed with some difficulty, glanced at the house that had lived in for almost a hundred years with some reluctance, and said cautiously.
He knew that all women were trouble, especially women with Veela blood. Fortunately, he realized this very early and was not tied to a tree like poor Nick Flamel.
Hundreds of years.
Dumbledore nodded apologetically towards the owner of the house, "I'm sorry, can you let us be alone for a while? It's just some misunderstanding, I don't think it will last long."
"It's okay, it's okay." Paracelsus waved his hand hurriedly, "I suddenly want to go out for a walk. I probably won't be back tonight, so don't worry about me."
——He still wants to live for two more years to celebrate his 500th birthday. If he gets involved in the most dangerous battle between two wizards in history, or accidentally hears some secrets that he shouldn't hear, then he may be in trouble in the future.
I can only celebrate the death anniversary.
Click.
As Paracelsus disappeared into the room, the door closed gently, leaving only Grindelwald, Dumbledore and Elena in the room.
"Gellert, maybe we need to talk about what happened? This is not a joke."
Dumbledore frowned, put his index and middle fingers together, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows vigorously, "You can't even imagine that when I heard the news of your escape from prison and the whole of Salzburg was shrouded in your magic, I looked at you.
That kind of pressure on the Austrian Ministry of Magic and the British Ministry of Magic - not to mention the two big holes that I first saw when I arrived at Nurmengard Castle."
"In that case, how about I tell you something funny and interesting first?"
Grindelwald curled his lips, suddenly changed the topic, and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were chatting.
"You know, I almost died today from a little disease that Muggles call diabetic ketoacidosis - if this kid hadn't saved me."
As he spoke, the old wizard pointed at the girl behind him casually, sat carelessly on the edge of the bed, and carefully combed the hair on Elena's forehead neatly, so gently that he was afraid of accidentally waking the girl up from her sleep.
"Is such a thing happening? Gellert, I don't..." Dumbledore's expression changed slightly and he opened his mouth.
After all, the time left for him was too short. It took less than half an hour from when he received the request for help from the Austrian Ministry of Magic to when he arrived in Salzburg. Not to mention, the entire Austrian Ministry of Magic could not even find him.
Come forward to anyone who can explain what's going on.
"Wait a minute, this isn't the most interesting thing."
Grindelwald grinned and raised his hand to interrupt Dumbledore's words. A trace of tenderness appeared in his eyes. He took out four wands from his arms and waved them in front of Dumbledore. He spoke a little faster.
.
"Because you, a busy man in the magic world, went back on your word and was suddenly late, and because I, a useless old guy, actually fell into a coma on the way, this little guy who is penniless and doesn't speak German actually went to the hospital in order to cure me.
Stupid enough to have a fight with officials from the Austrian Ministry of Magic...four adult wizards - what's even more interesting is that the only person injured in the whole incident is this stupid egg-white hairy ball."
"If this is the case, then don't worry about this, I will be responsible for all the aftermath and explanations, and Miss Elena Kaslana will not receive any punishment from the Ministry of Magic..." Dumbledore did not hesitate.
said.
"No need, I've already taken care of it."
Grindelwald snorted lightly, with a hint of joking on his face, "The whole incident has nothing to do with Elena. There is only a legendary Dark Lord who was bored and came out to chat with his old friends.