As Dumbledore finished speaking, the entire living room suddenly fell into silence.
It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that only a few seconds had passed. Newt Scamander took a breath, raised his head without any change in his expression, and looked at the man standing not far away from him with a dull look in his eyes.
The old wizard repeated softly.
"Gellert Grindelwald's...granddaughter?"
"Yes, although it may not be his biological son, it is definitely more important than his life."
"Oh, I have to say - this is a really bad name. Didn't anyone tell this gentleman that there was once a notorious Dark Lord in the wizarding world with this name? Are there any remaining saints... Well?
, a saint might be..."
Newt laughed dryly, tried to explain a few words, and fell silent again under Dumbledore's calm gaze.
After a long time, Scamander took a deep breath and looked at the old wizard standing in front of him with a hint of hope.
"So, roughly how many people are there in this...remaining saint that you just mentioned?"
"The specific number of people is not clear, but the approximate size is at least..."
Dumbledore shook his head, and after thinking for a while, he raised his index finger uncertainly.
Newt frowned, nodded solemnly, and said in a deep voice.
"There are at least a hundred more people?! It is indeed Grindelwald, it has been so many years..."
"No, I think you may be a little too optimistic, Newt..."
"One thousand?! No, it can't be ten thousand! He didn't have that much back then..."
Newt Scamander was slightly stunned, looked carefully at Dumbledore's hesitant expression, and said subconsciously.
"Actually, it's not a numerical range, what I mean is..."
Before Newt could finish speaking, Dumbledore sighed and replied with a bitter look on his face.
"A city. The legendary 'Holy City' does exist. Salzburg in Austria is a city that belongs to Gellert Grindelwald. No one knows how many wizards who uphold Grindelwald's beliefs live in seclusion there.
in……"
Dumbledore still can't forget that just about a year ago, the Deathly Hallows symbol that covered the entire Salzburg night sky was just as Grindelwald said - faith is the hardest to kill.
The presence.
"...s, shixi——"
Newt Scamander pursed his lips, as if he almost couldn't hold back a curse word.
At this time, he finally understood what kind of existence had come to his home.
Super-normal strength (half-blood Veela and those magics), incredible wisdom and skill (the Goblin Queen who rules the entire Gringotts), and an absurdly huge background (the first Dark Lord and a city's wizards).
Is this an ordinary first-year girl who happened to stay at his house?
This is simply a destructive little ancestor!
Newt Scamander has no doubt that the so-called summer trial invitation to the British Quidditch national team was probably made out of thin air by Dumbledore, an old guy with no moral integrity and bottom line.
matter.
And the only purpose is naturally... In this way, Dumbledore can be free for more than a month?
Newt gritted his teeth and looked at Dumbledore without fear, preparing to refuse.
"Professor Dumbledore, I think this matter may require..."
"Oh, by the way. I have to attend the meeting of the Wizengamot Global Tribunal today, so I'll leave first. If anything happens later, just write to me - don't worry, that kid likes you very much.
You should get along very happily."
Dumbledore suddenly took out a golden pocket watch from his arms and took a closer look.
The watch looked very strange. It had twelve hands, but no numbers on it. There were also some small stars rotating along the edge of the dial. But judging from Dumbledore's expression, he obviously got the idea from this pocket watch.
important time information.
"Sorry, Newt, I really have to make the first move."
"But since you could easily deal with Grindelwald decades ago, I believe that this little guy is not too troublesome for you. Besides, she is still a mixed-blood Veela, which is barely what you want.
area of expertise."
"By the way, she is also the chef of the Hogwarts kitchen and has a unique hobby for eating..."
"Stop it! Dumbledore! What are you doing..."
As if he realized something, Newt Scamander raised his voice and suddenly stretched out his hand.
puff……
Dumbledore's figure turned into a ray of light and shadow and slowly dispersed.
I have to admit that some of the magic that Elena has researched and fiddled with is indeed interesting.
The next moment, only an annoyed Newt was left in the living room, and his last voice...
"By the way, this child also figured out this magic by himself. You must remember to pay attention..."