Chapter 338

Ministry of magic, London, UK.

[horror mushroom monster startles America!]

Dumbledore looked at the Daily Prophet in his hand and frowned.

After thinking for a while, he relaxed again and took up the honey tea at hand.

No matter how powerful it is, it is always beyond its reach.

The American magic world, let the American Auror solve it by itself.

Just then, Lupin's low voice suddenly came out of the door.

"Minister Dumbledore, someone is looking for you. He said he had an appointment with you."

"Oh?"

Dumbledore was stunned and put down the teacup.

No one has an appointment with him

"Invite him in."

Finally, the old man suppressed his doubts and planned to meet the mysterious man.

"Yes."

Lupin, who was promoted to Secretary of the Ministry of magic, whispered that he opened the door to Dumbledore's office for visitors.

"Please come in, old man."

The man who pushed through the door was an old man about Dumbledore's age: bald, without a hat, wearing a black coat and a red scarf, one eye was dim and one eye was bright and clear.

"Hiss ~"

Dumbledore gasped at the sight of someone.

How brave this guy is!

"Why, not welcome?"

Garrett swept through the decoration of Dumbledore's office and smiled, revealing his neat but clean teeth.

"Lupin, you go and be busy. I'll talk to this gentleman."

Dumbledore suppressed his emotions and said to the werewolf secretary.

"Yes, Mr. Dumbledore."

One of the conditions for lupin to be qualified as the Secretary of the Minister of magic is that his mouth is tight enough.

Don't ask what you should and shouldn't ask.

Shut the door obediently. He left the office without even looking back.

"Well, tell me what you came for, old man."

Ten fingers crossed on the table, and a fine light flashed through Dumbledore's eyes under his half moon glasses.

Dangerous people must be taken seriously.

Gattler smiled and didn't take Dumbledore's attitude seriously.

"How old are you? Do you think I'll make a big fuss about the Ministry of magic? I'm not" Soren "

Deliberately accentuated the word "devil", and he stared at Dumbledore with a smile.

"You say so, Mr. Minister."

Dumbledore's heart trembled at this.

Did Garrett know the true identity of "Soren"?

"Ha ha."

Keenly aware of Dumbledore's reaction, Gellert's smile was brighter.

Soren's relationship with Dumbledore (adoptive father and son) was guessed by him

However, it should be eight, nine and ten.

"Say something."

Dumbledore still had that serious expression and refused to show half a flaw.

Garrett shrugged and stepped forward.

He just wanted to speak, but he was interrupted by a cold voice.

"I warn you not to sit on my desk!"

There were three black lines on his head, and Dumbledore's eyelids were beating.

Is sitting at the desk a common problem of the "Greenwood" family?

"If you don't sit, don't sit. Why are you so excited?"

Garrett's tone was chatty. He sat down on the hospitality sofa and crossed his legs.

"I just want to come to you and ask about Klein, otherwise you think I'll be interested in you bad old man?"

Dumbledore sneered at the speech.

"To tell you the truth, the situation is not optimistic."

Not optimistic?

Gattler's heart "cluttered", but he barely maintained his composure.

"What do you say?"

"You may not understand Klein's temperament. Although he looks good and talks, he has his own ideas and can't rub the sand in his eyes."

Dumbledore pointed to Garrett.

"He won't accept you."

"Impossible!"

Gattler suddenly stood up and stared at Dumbledore.

"I'm his relative. How could he... How could he..."

His voice became less and less confident. Obviously, he also investigated Klein's experience on the streets of Berlin.

"That's the case."

Dumbledore spread his hand, with an expression of "I've helped you, don't blame me".

"There is no remedy?"

When I was young, I didn't realize the use of my family. That kind of thing was just a stumbling block on the road to Batu. But when he was half buried in the loess, Gellert's desire for family affection exceeded everything.

It doesn't matter, even if it's a nominal family

"Alas ~"

Dumbledore was also filled with emotion when Garrett turned out to be like this. Blinking, he had an idea.

"Otherwise, give you more opportunities to get along with Klein?"

"Good, good, good way!"

Garrett nodded as his eyes lit up.

"Aren't you the headmaster of Hogwarts? You just put me in school..."

"No!"

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore resolutely refused the other party at the moment when Garrett spoke.

Where is Hogwarts?

school!

There are a group of students who have not been able to protect themselves.

Good guy, isn't it equivalent to putting a wolf into a sheep to put the early "Dark Lord"?

"You don't believe me!"

Gattler was anxious and looked into Dumbledore's eyes.

"It's not a matter of faith. Now all the teaching posts in the school are full."

Dumbledore had good reasons.

This kind of thing is a radish and a pit.

The Hogwarts family was small and had no extra salary to hire a former terrorist proficient in black magic.

"I can be a handyman or cleaner. I don't teach. I just need to find a position in the school. Any position is OK."

teach?

Come on, gattler is not interested in other bear children.

"Cleaner?"

Dumbledore looked at Garrett in surprise.

"Are you sure you can be a cleaner?"

In his impression, Garrett never had anything to do with labor.

"Why, don't you believe it? I have to show you today whether I can be a cleaner."

Garrett grinned and did not sit down. He took out his wand and aimed it at the picture hanging in Dumbledore's office.

"I've been studying household magic spells recently. I've achieved initial results. Look," it's as new as new! "

With a bang, the precious hanging picture became fragmented.

The atmosphere was quiet and the scene became a little strange

"Cough, mistake, old age, mouth leakage," intact as before. "

Coughing twice, Garrett used a "recovery spell" and felt his bald head with embarrassment.

"It was an accident. I'll do it again..."

"Wait a minute!"

Seeing that the other party had not stopped, Dumbledore quickly began to admonish him.

"Your magic is very good. There is no need to demonstrate it again. Please take back your wand!"

After pondering for a few seconds, he sighed.

"Well, Mr. Greenwald, congratulations. You're accepted."