Chapter 0

On the summer night of 1991, Godric valley.

Of all the semi wizard gathering places, Godric Valley is perhaps the most famous.

Godric, one of the founders of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry Gryffindor was born here; Bob the wizard goldsmith Wright created the first "Golden Snitch" here; The "mysterious man" who swept almost the whole British magic world with terror also lost his halberd here

Of course, that happened more than ten years ago.

"Dear bashida, long time no see."

Looking at the kind old lady in front of me, albus Dumbledore put a lighter like gadget into his pocket and took the initiative to lower himself to give the other party a hug. His long beard completely wrapped his old friend. When they separated, the old man with half moon glasses did not hide his surprise on his face, and then followed him.

"Merlin's beard, I can hardly recognize you."

"Hehe, Albus, come in."

Hearing this, the fat old lady couldn't help smiling. Smiling sideways, she invited the greatest wizard of all time and President Hogwarts into the house. With another move, a small monster with a bent figure and a big head appeared out of thin air and gave two steaming dark brown drinks.

Sitting down on the old sofa, Dumbledore took the cup, and a strange smell rushed into his crooked nose. Rao is that he is well-informed. At this time, he is a little confused.

However, he believed that his old friends would not harm him. He hesitated to take a sip, then sent the teacup under his crooked nose and sniffed carefully. He looked at bashida curiously Ba Saudi Arabia asked suspiciously.

"Bashida, what kind of potion is this?"

"Potion? Hahaha, my dear albus, this is not a potion."

As if she had heard the funniest joke in the world, the fat old lady began to laugh. Her voice was hoarse like an old cat, but she was very close to Dumbledore.

"Well, it seems that our great Albus Dumbledore is only an apprentice in the face of the unknown."

When she had laughed enough, she also took the tea cup sent by the house elf and took a sip. Then she explained to the other party with a comfortable expression.

"This is tea, or herbal tea, which the child mentioned in my letter brought back from the Far East. To be honest, this kind of tea tastes best when it is cool, but you know, I'm an old-fashioned guy. I prefer to see the dense heat rising on the tea cup."

Think of the child's face, the historian of magic, bashida, the author of the history of magic Bashar's face could not help showing a look of pride and doting.

"Bashida..."

Several tastes on the tip of his tongue intertwined back and forth. Like Dumbledore's heart, he seemed to want to say something, but when he said it, he suddenly changed his mind.

"Let me meet the child. I want to say something to him."

"Rocco, go and ask the young master to come down."

Bashida Basha nodded and gave an order to the house elf who was waiting on him.

"Yes."

The little monster with his head as big as a bucket saluted slightly, "pa" disappeared in place and disappeared in an instant. Before long, a boy holding a Book walked slowly down the stairs to the living room where Dumbledore and bashida were located.

Decent light linen hunting clothes, spotless Khaki middle upper leather boots, light blond hair tied into a short horsetail at the back of the head; The eyes are clear and bright, like the twinkling stars in the sky, and like sapphire soaked in the cold spring. The thin lips are tight, revealing the German's unique seriousness and caution.

Dumbledore frowned.

"Klein, this is..."

I didn't notice anything about my old friend, bashida Bashar smiled, but before she finished, like a teenager walking out of the mural of St. Peter's Cathedral, suddenly interrupted his distant aunt.

"I know, the famous Albus Dumbledore."

After a pause, the boy bowed slightly, and the standard of etiquette was impeccable.

"First meeting, Mr. Dumbledore, I'm Klein, Klein Greenwald."

The nostalgic surname was introduced into his ears. Dumbledore was calm on many sides, but a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes under his half moon glasses.

He narrowed his eyes and spoke gently without losing interest.

"Hello, Klein, it's a great honor to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Meeting an adventurous young man like you always reminds me of myself before, but... It's not a good idea to use" confusion curse "and" forgetting curse "on Muggles. They need some respect."

Halfway through, Dumbledore suddenly changed his subject. With a kind smile on his face, the old man seemed to admonish his old friends who had known each other for many years.

"I did it very clean. No one found it. Even the Ministry of magic didn't know how I went to the Far East and how I came here."

Klein's expression remained the same.

"Well."

Dumbledore was speechless. He didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so

make nothing of.

The boy made him both strange and familiar.

The old man fell into silence and frowned unconsciously.

"What is Mr. Dumbledore thinking about, putting me in prison? I mean, like... My uncle."

Dumbledore stopped talking, but Klein had a provocative smile on his mouth.

Garrett Greendevo.

Klein's uncle, the most outstanding figure of the greendevo family, is also the root of the decline of the greendevo family. The "Dark Lord", who left a heavy mark in the history books, was defeated by the great wizard in front of him.

"Klein!"

Smell the speech, bashida Bashar's face changed.

But Klein ignored her and went on.

"The great Mr. Dumbledore, you may not know that when I was humiliated by others with the name of the remaining sins of the Greenwood family, no one came to help me; when I watched those people take away one thing after another that belonged to me in the manor, no one came to help me; when I was finally driven out of my house by the German Ministry of magic, all I had with me was a burned spell book And a nearly broken ownerless wand, no one came to help me; When I had no place to live and had to curl up on the streets of Berlin, no one came to help me.

So... "

Klein was smiling, but his eyes were cold.

"Is Mr. Dumbledore going to send me to the final destination of all grindworth people because of my curse on Muggles? I know that the tower is called" newmengard. "

The language fell, and the atmosphere seemed to be solidified.

Albus Dumbledore, the great wizard as wise as the sea, opened his mouth and couldn't say even one word at last. His mood had not been so complicated for a long time, and the boy's hostility almost swallowed him.

He could not refute that he was indeed the "culprit" of all that.

"Or do you prefer me to shout that slogan? How do you say, oh, by the way..."

Klein's eyes flashed a hint of fun.

"For the greater good."

"All right, Mr. Klein."

Dumbledore interrupted Klein softly.

Depressed the complex mood in his heart, he took a deep breath, and his expression gradually recovered its original calm and gentleness.

"I'm very impressed by your excellent eloquence. I envy your trip around the world. It must be very interesting.

however......

Life will never be a solo trip. Friends are the most precious wealth. Come to Hogwarts, Mr. Klein. It will be your home. "

Only Hogwarts, or Hogwarts, can melt the ice of a teenager's closed heart.

He has no doubt about it.