Chapter 44： Old men are riddlers

"Death Eaters..." Sean's eyes flickered a few times.

In the infirmary, after he saw Parseltongue, he had a hunch in this regard, but when he heard Dumbledore say it himself, Sean's breathing was still a lot heavier.

Seeing his anxiety, Dumbledore patted Sean's hand with relief: "Don't worry, I have informed the Ministry of Magic, and if necessary, I will also take action myself."

Pull on Grindelwald again and beat him to death! Sean shouted secretly in his heart.

Dumbledore continued: "Of course, you have done a very good job, especially you, Sean, no matter what, you make me admire."

Looking at the satisfied smile of the old man, Sean glanced at his mouth secretly. If it weren't for you at school, I wouldn't need to fight to death.

However, he remembered Quirrell again. After telling Dumbledore about the situation that night, the old man pushed his glasses: "Oh, that I know, you don't need to worry about it. Your task now is to rest well."

Sean breathed a sigh of relief, he knew that nothing could escape Dumbledore's expectations, the old man was sullen.

He rubbed his swollen head, then turned over and stood up.

"Professor, if I have nothing to do, I'll go back first?"

Dumbledore glanced at him in surprise, and asked curiously, "Aren't you asking about other things?"

what? How did that mysterious man sneak in? Why were you not at the castle then?

Sean knew that if he asked, he would not get an answer.

He tidied up his wrinkled robes and changed back to that handsome and handsome wizard.

"Professor Dumbledore, if you can tell me, you will definitely say, but if you can't tell me, it's useless for me to ask," he turned his head and winked at Dumbledore, "It's like I have a little secret too. ,right?"

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then his smile became more and more exuberant, and finally he burst out laughing: "Sean, I have to say it again, you have learned the essence of how old men speak."

If I hadn't beat you, I would have hung banners all over the castle: The Riddler Gets Out of Hogwarts. Sean snorted.

"Thank you for your compliment," Sean bowed slightly, still maintaining his demeanor and politeness, "Then I'll leave first, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore smiled and nodded.

Before leaving, Sean looked behind the door, where the perch was empty.

It's a pity that I didn't see Phoenix... Sean walked down the spiral staircase, and it's a pity that I didn't see Fox.

He has been coveting this magical creature for a long time, but he has absolutely no other thoughts.

He didn't want to try it at all, whether his affinity with magical animals would be of any use to Phoenix.

Sean is willing to use Master Malfoy's hairline as a guarantee.

When Sean walked out of the crack in the stone wall, the drip-mouth stone beast jumped back to the wall.

In the principal's office, Dumbledore was still sitting there, he kept a smile on his face, and finally shook his head,

He stood up, walked across the paw-shaped table, and put the tattered wizard hat on his head.

"Oh, Mr. Headmaster, it has been three years, six months, five days and twelve hours, five minutes, and thirty-two seconds since you last put me on. The Sorting Hat sincerely welcomes your use again. Next, please Allow me to introduce the latest services that Ben Hat is preparing for the new school year…”

"Oh, I'm very interested, but I have something urgent to do. Can I contact your clone first?" Dumbledore interrupted the chattering wizard hat with a smile.

"Okay, okay, please wait a moment." The Sorting Hat opened his mouth regretfully.

It didn't take long before Dumbledore heard the voice in his head.

It's still the eccentric tone of the Sorting Hat, but the joy and wildness in it is something no one else can pretend.

"Albus, you actually took the initiative to contact me. Please allow me to have a happy meeting alone. I must have a few more drinks in the evening."

"Gellert, sooner or later you will die of what Muggles call alcohol poisoning," Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"Oh!" The voice over there was even more happy, "Can I understand that you care about me?"

Dumbledore interrupted his self-entertainment and said quickly, "Voldemort, haven't you found out who it is?"

"It's not an easy task, Albus. You want to dig up a cowardly mole all over Europe and even the entire planet. With all due respect, old friend, it's not realistic."

"You didn't say that before."

"But, you've already had a suspect, haven't you?"

"But I have no evidence," Dumbledore said earnestly, "I can't wrong someone just based on my own feelings."

"Ha, your feeling has always been accurate—" Grindelwald gave a long laugh, "Of course, as I said, I will help you."

As if he couldn't stand the other party's warm attitude, Dumbledore frowned: "Then back to another topic, Gellert, you are not a person who likes to obey the rules, but the agreement between us, you must obey ."

"I know what you mean, Albus. But I have to say that your trust in me is so low that it makes me a little sad." Grindelwald deliberately pretended to be regretful. .

"Blessed by the magic flame, and the eternal fiery fire, you provided it."

Grindelwald exclaimed in surprise, "This is a severe accusation, Albus."

"Gellert," Dumbledore's voice became more serious, "I need to remind you that some battles only exist between us, and there are some things that you must not quit."

"Like you?" Grindelwald asked rhetorically.

"Yes, just like me." Dumbledore replied calmly.

"Ha—" Grindelwald gave a low laugh, and his tone became enthusiastic again, "Okay, Albus, I promise you, I didn't end up in person."

Hearing the meaning of his words, Dumbledore shook his head: "You will understand, Gellert."

"Correct your mistake, old friend. I always understood."

In the tower of Nurmengard, Grindelwald took off the hat on his head, rubbed his fingers, and a blue flame ignited.

"Ha, interesting rat, just right, let's have some fun for Albus." He showed a happy smile, blue flames, and a cloud of black mist twisted and rose, as if being roughly pulled by a hand come out the same.

In a village in Albania, in a dark room, a man in a black robe opened his eyes.

"Ha—" He let out a long sigh that seemed like pleasure and pain.

"As expected of you, Grindelwald, sure enough, it won't last long..."

Then, his eyes became cold and stubborn.

"I will never give up..."

"Eternity—and longevity!"