Chapter 27： my heir

Although Sean couldn't open his mouth, he still showed a very excited expression, even though his heart had already calmed down.

On the one hand, as a little wizard, he felt that he should try to behave as normal as possible.

On the other hand, he was really excited to have drawn two top prizes.

Grindelwald waved his right hand, the needle on the record player next to him reset automatically, and the melodious chamber music started again.

Sean laughed secretly, this **** sense of ritual...

Finally, the door of the vanishing cabinet was pushed open.

This time, without any accident, Dumbledore with white hair and long beard came out of the cabinet.

He was wearing a brown-red wizard robe, which the sharp-eyed Sean could see at a glance. This robe was the one worn by Dumbledore at the Hogwarts opening ceremony.

"Albus—" Grindelwald slowly opened his hands, the smile on his face was even more fiery than the burning fireplace beside Sean, "My dear friend."

Dumbledore also smiled, but less enthusiastically.

"Gellert, long time no see."

"To be precise, we haven't seen each other for six years. You didn't attend last year's Goblet of Fire due to illness. I've been worried about you for a long time, Albus."

"Thank you for your concern, but I'll talk to you next time. I have to take this little guy back. Mr. Wallop, what's your first class tomorrow?" Dumbledore looked at Sean.

Just as Sean was about to signal that he couldn't speak, he suddenly found that his mouth could move again.

"Uh, herbal class, professor." In fact, tomorrow was Friday, and Ravenclaw had no classes all morning, but Sean understood Dumbledore's hint.

"Well, come on, boy, Professor Sprout certainly doesn't like you being late." Dumbledore waved at him.

Sean involuntarily glanced at Grindelwald, he didn't mean to stop, and still looked directly at Dumbledore with a smile on his face.

Sean walked to Dumbledore's side, but kept a certain distance from the Headmaster.

He didn't want to be asked with a wand around his neck one day in the future, "What made Albus Dumbledore like you so much?"

Dumbledore gave him a kind smile, and then led him towards the Vanishing Cabinet.

"Gellert, see you next time."

Just as Sean stepped into the vanishing cabinet with one foot, Grindelwald's regretful voice sounded: "Albus, won't you talk to me again?"

Sean could feel that the hand that had been resting on his shoulder paused.

Dumbledore stood up, with a melancholy voice in his voice: "Gellert..."

"Albus," Grindelwald's voice carried some regret and a strange sense of joy, "have you still not let go of that bet?"

Sean could feel his heart beating violently.

A bet? ! Am I about to hear some terrifying secret? !

However, compared to the huge sense of curiosity in his heart, Sean was more worried that he would be silenced or cursed to become a fool...

Why don't you put some earplugs for me? Sean wailed inwardly.

Then, Sean felt Dumbledore's hand on his shoulder removed, and the headmaster's gentle voice sounded in his ear.

"Sean, you can go back first, um, can you wait for me there for a while?"

"Of course, Professor." Sean immediately walked into the vanishing cabinet. Although unfortunately he couldn't hear the following, he breathed a sigh of relief.

When Sean turned around, he saw that Grindelwald walked to Dumbledore's side, with a wild expression on his face, and put a hand on Dumbledore's shoulder.

It's like a close friend whom I haven't seen in years.

Unexpectedly, Grindelwald turned his attention to Sean again, and he asked, "Sean, I have a question."

"Well, please say it, sir?"

Grindelwald stroked his mustache with one finger and smiled, "Why didn't you choose Nurmengard?"

Sean glanced at Dumbledore, who had an expressionless face, and said slowly, "Maybe, the Hogwarts student union president who came to recruit students looks more... kind?"

"Be kind?" Grindelwald's smile gradually widened, as if he heard a joke that made him overjoyed, "Hahaha, very good, very good reason, I must lock up Stirling tomorrow."

He waved his hand, and a blue flame suddenly ignited in the air. Grindelwald stretched out his hand towards the flame and took out something from it.

It was a transparent glass bottle with something floating gently in it. The thing seemed to be a combination of gas and liquid, showing a psychedelic silver-white color.

The glass bottle slowly floated in front of Sean.

"Sean, treat it as a belated greeting, I said, it's going to be a wonderful journey, isn't it?"

Sean looked at the glass bottle and turned his attention to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore nodded slightly at him.

Since the principal agreed, I will accept the hush fee... Sean grabbed the glass bottle and stuffed it under the robe.

The two were still looking at him, Sean sneered, and then closed the cabinet door by himself: "I'll go first..."

The cabinet door was about to close, and Sean saw Dumbledore's increasingly cold expression, while Grindelwald waved enthusiastically at him.

"Looking forward to seeing you next time."

The cabinet door was closed Only the crackling sound of burning in the fireplace remained in the room, and the cool night wind blew in from the window, overshadowing Grindelwald's last words.

"My heir."

Dumbledore has completely restrained his usual gentle smile, and he looked at Grindelwald with a solemn expression.

"Gellert, you violated our agreement."

"Agreement?" Grindelwald smiled. He fiddled with the strangely shaped collar pin on his neck again, "It was just a wonderful accident, I didn't do anything."

"Gellert." Dumbledore's tone increased a little.

Grindelwald indifferently took Dumbledore's shoulders and walked to the other side of the room. He waved lightly, the fire in the fireplace became more vigorous, and a coffee table appeared between the two back chairs.

"Long time no see, my old friend," he picked up the red wine on the coffee table and pulled the cork, "I think, first of all, we should celebrate?"

The goblet appeared in the hands of the two of them, and Grindelwald poured two glasses of red wine.

He filled his glass to the full, still holding the wine bottle in his other hand.

"Respect us." As if not seeing Dumbledore's serious and indifferent expression, Grindelwald raised his glass with a smile, and then drank it.

He placed the wine bottle heavily on the coffee table, and several old books in the middle of the table shook.

A piece of parchment slipped out, with seven names written in wild and unruly squiggles, four circled in red handwriting, and three in green handwriting.

Grindelwald picked up the parchment, and he flicked it lightly, his tone psychedelic as if he was drunk.

"Albus, we can't stop the opening of a new era..."

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