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Chapter 207 Grindelwald, go wherever you want

"Albus, aren't you going to join us?"

Without giving Elena much time to think, Grindelwald pointed at the various foods spread out on the table, shrugged helplessly, and quickly changed the topic.

"Do you think the two of us are trolls? There are so many things that Elena and I can't eat all by ourselves. Let's come together."

Fried veal, meringue, Hungarian stew, shredded crepes, truffled shrimp, Salzburg small garden, smoked deer sausage, green mountain milkshake, cured bacon... Grindelwald even had some doubts, Dumbledore

Did Lido simply raid all the shops opened by non-saints in the entire city?

Presumably this night will definitely become the most confusing day for most Muggle shops.

"No, I've already eaten some before coming here, so you don't have to worry about me."

Dumbledore shook his head gently and declined with a smile, "After all, it is the British Ministry of Magic. The goblin split and the MACUSA's changes will not delay the crucial dinner time."

In fact, Albus Dumbledore has no doubt that even if the end of the world comes, unless war and crisis appear directly under their noses, most officials will still maintain their orderly work progress——

Being able to accept a temporary overtime meeting is already the greatest sincerity and concession.

Therefore, when the news about Grindelwald came and Dumbledore, as the core think tank, had to leave the Ministry of Magic and went to Salzburg, Austria to check the situation, the first reaction of most of the Ministry of Magic officials present was to relax in unison.

tone.

With Dumbledore's departure, the topic of whether to assist the goblins of Gringotts in London was automatically temporarily put on hold. No matter how the goblins tried to retain them, Cornelius Fudge, who transformed into a humanoid repeater, all responded with a simple official statement:

Reply with the line - "The Ministry of Magic will make a decision after Albus Dumbledore comes back to discuss it."

However, in the eyes of most wizards, Dumbledore's views should be consistent with those of the entire European wizarding community: from various perspectives, this "war" is more about the goblins. Even if the United States is involved

The fact that the Magical Congress is involved does not mean that the British Ministry of Magic also needs to get involved in this "goblin's housework".

What's more, even though the goblins from Gringotts in London have tried hard to cover up, they still cannot avoid a naked problem - as the ruble continues to depreciate, the cost for the wizarding world to redeem Hogwarts will continue to decrease.

In this way, the Ministry of Magic has even less reason to stand on the side of the Gringotts goblins in London and help them win this "goblin war". Compared with the Gringotts goblins in London who are working hard to maintain the value of the ruble,

The North American Gringotts Goblins and the Magical Congress of the United States, which are frantically shorting the ruble, seem to be more like allies of the British Ministry of Magic.

"The Goblin Split? MACUSA?"

Elena, who was trying hard to bite the big Austrian steak, raised the hair on her head, frowned, reluctantly put down the food in her hand, raised her head and looked at Dumbledore, her eyes full of doubts.

"Wait a minute, speaking of which, Professor Dumbledore seems like you haven't explained in detail what exactly happened."

"It's a very important matter. It's not difficult to make the right decision. You don't need to ask about the specific details."

Dumbledore glanced at Elena and waved his hand, obviously not having much desire to continue talking.

"But, does this have anything to do with Gringotts? We have made it clear before that all movements involving the goblins need to be communicated with me..."

Facing the vague Dumbledore, Elena puffed up her cheeks with some dissatisfaction, which was different from what she had agreed before.

"Maybe it has something to do with it, but the ministry has already made a decision, and now it's just thinking about how to respond."

Dumbledore nodded, with a stern look on his face, his voice slightly raised, and he said in a serious and firm tone:

"Miss Kaslana, please understand that you are still a first-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Learning spells from professors and potions is what you should do. I think some of what we said before

The verbal agreement may have been ill-considered, but there is still time to correct it.”

"but……"

Seeing Dumbledore going back on his word, Elena continued to speak unwillingly.

Although she didn't have much hope for Dumbledore's credibility after seeing the "pigeon artifact note" that could move on its own, she didn't expect that this spicy old carrot would be so shameless.

"Okay, as I said, this involves a highly confidential meeting in the magical world. You currently do not have enough qualifications and qualifications to participate in and understand these highly confidential events."

Dumbledore frowned, raised his right palm, interrupted Elena's subsequent words, and simply ended the topic with a slightly blunt official statement.

Seeing that this white-haired dumpling can return to Hogwarts and lead a peaceful campus life step by step, Dumbledore doesn't want to cause any extra trouble.

In fact, Dumbledore had already thought carefully and deeply self-reflected when he was shopping for dinner for two "Dark Lords", one large and one small, on the streets of Salzburg.

There is no doubt that Miss Elena Kaslana is not a troublemaker or troublemaker in the conventional sense. At only 1.2 meters tall, she is just like the witch named "Pandora" in ancient magic myths. Her existence

It is an endless vortex of disaster, and the only thing that can limit her destructive power is the size of the stage she is on.

Therefore, Dumbledore has made up his mind that even if Hogwarts is disturbed every day by this little girl, it will be better than letting the entire magical and non-magical world experience the fear of the end of the world every once in a while.

Glancing at the helpless Dumbledore, Elena gritted her teeth bitterly and took a deep breath.

Then……

"Hey, the first generation old man, look at him yelling at me. Professor Dumbledore obviously did something wrong..."

I saw Elena pouting her little mouth, her two beautiful lake-blue eyes instantly dimmed with a layer of water, she raised her head pitifully and looked at Gellert Grindelwald, and gently tugged on the old devil's clothes with her little hands.

Horns, the whole person is like a frightened deer, which makes people feel weak.

"Miss Kaslana, it's useless. And I'm not yelling at you, right?"

Dumbledore looked at Elena, whose face was shimmering, and shook his head with a dumb smile. This little mixed-race Veela actually tried to use Veela's talent to influence one of the most outstanding wizards in the magic world today. As expected, he was just

What a naive child.

He knew Gellert's character very well, cold, ruthless, rational, and cynical. This kind of childish coquettish behavior might only be useful against the poor director of the Muggle orphanage.

What's more, it involves businessmen and money transactions, which Grindelwald despises the most.

Dumbledore glanced at it without any reaction, and continued to eat the pie by himself. Grindelwald smiled and shook his head, "Okay, stop making trouble. Hurry up and finish your food, and then we have to go back to Newmont."

Go and pack your luggage in Gad Castle..."

At this moment, Grindelwald finally slowly finished the small piece of Austrian venison pie in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth gracefully, raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, and suddenly said.

"I think Elena is right. Albus, you really shouldn't yell at Elena."

???

"Wait, I didn't..."

Dumbledore blinked and his expression froze.

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Grindelwald grinned and carelessly picked the grease stains between his fingers with a tissue.

"Moreover, no matter what the secret is, my identity, status, and qualifications should be enough, right? I think you really need to explain what exactly happened. Of course, before I get the answer, I can also go to the British Magic

Give it a tour, there will always be someone who knows..."

"You know. I, Grindelwald, can go wherever I want."

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