The years of welding at Hogwarts

Dumbledore stepped into the cell where the most powerful dark wizard in history imprisoned himself. It was hard to imagine that this small cell was a place where people could live.

The entire room was empty, with only a protruding stone platform that could barely be called a bed.

There was no other lighting tool. The only light in the entire room came from the skylight above. It couldn't even be called a skylight. It was just a narrow gap without any cover.

If it weren't for the magic blocking the cold wind from outside, the cold air outside would rush in through the gaps at night, and the temperature in the cell would reach minus 20 degrees Celsius or even lower.

The owner of this castle, Gellert Grindelwald, has only a worn-out blanket that he has been wearing for who knows how many years.

At this moment, the once-powerful first-generation Dark Demon King was only wearing a thin piece of clothing, covered with a worn blanket, and curled up on the flat stone platform in an uncomfortable posture.

The long-term imprisonment has made Grindelwald very weak. The old man's body is shriveled and thin, and his skull-like face shows no trace of his former heroic spirit.

The sunken eye sockets make him look like someone who has been malnourished for a long time.

And this is indeed the case.

Trapped in such a small cell, the only food Grindelwald could get every day was a few insignificant potatoes and a few slices of inedible black bread.

It happens every day, every year.

If it weren't for the magic contained in his blood that was still maintaining his body functions, an ordinary Muggle old man would probably die if he followed his diet for a month.

"What can I do for you, Albus?"

He tilted his head and looked towards the door.

Looking at the ragged Grindelwald, Dumbledore didn't know how to start talking for a moment.

Ever since defeating his destined rival, he rarely, or almost never, entered the castle in the following decades.

Over the years, he had come to visit Grindelwald only a handful of times.

At the beginning, he could still visit once a year.

But as time passed, especially after the wizarding war started by Voldemort, Dumbledore, who was unable to cope with all the other tasks, never stepped into the gate of Nurmengard Tower again.

Even after Voldemort was defeated and the British wizarding world once again achieved a temporary false peace, he never came to this desolate castle nestled between the snow-capped mountains again.

So much so that for all these years he was completely unaware of the dire situation of his old lover, with whom he was closer than a brother.

He had no idea that Grindelwald's living conditions would be so poor nowadays.

His heart was filled with guilt, but Grindelwald had guessed what he was thinking before he even opened his mouth.

"No need to apologize."

Grindelwald sneered, "Don't be so hypocritical."

As he spoke, he casually picked up a small stone nearby and threw it in Dumbledore's direction.

The pain of the pebble hitting his forehead successfully pulled Dumbledore away from his guilt for not visiting his old lover for decades.

Seeing Dumbledore looking at him with a puzzled look, Grindelwald shrugged indifferently.

"This is just to confirm whether you are a figment of my imagination."

After Grindelwald's jokes, the previously tense atmosphere in the room relaxed a little.

After standing there for a long time, Dumbledore's words, which he had prepared before coming here, finally became just this.

In a word——

"Merry Christmas, Gail."

"what?"

Grindelwald acted as if he had heard something horrifying. His brows were furrowed and his tone was filled with sarcasm towards Dumbledore.

"When did you become so sentimental, Albus?"

He threw out another small stone, wanting to confirm whether he had fallen into some mysterious illusion.

But this time the stone he threw was dodged by Dumbledore, who had already had the experience the first time.

Dumbledore looked at Grindelwald with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Contains memories, regrets, and remorse...

It is also mixed with strong love.

"I thought you had come all the way from your Hogwarts because your stupid mind had suddenly come to its senses."

Even though Grindelwald possessed an extremely powerful gift of prophecy, he never expected that the first thing Dumbledore said after seeing him was just...

Merry Chrismas?

Grindelwald, lying on the stone platform, turned over lazily, leaving Dumbledore with only his thin back hidden under the tattered blanket. "Well, Merry Christmas."

He waved his hand, indicating that Dumbledore could leave after he finished speaking.

"Come on, Gail."

Dumbledore's wrinkled face trembled, "I..."

Facing Grindelwald, no matter how eloquent Dumbledore was, it was difficult for him to organize any appropriate words at this time.

The words came to his lips but he couldn't utter them. Dumbledore knew that no matter what he said, it would sound like an excuse for himself in Grindelwald's ears.

So, he finally chose to give up.

"I just want to spend a Christmas with you." Dumbledore walked slowly to the stone table where Grindelwald was lying and put his hand on Grindelwald's shoulder.

"Every time I look into the Mirror of Erised, I can always see the two of us in the mirror, secretly making a blood pact in the barn."

No one knew what had stimulated this old bee to go so crazy. Grindelwald slowly turned around, staring at Dumbledore with a pair of heterochromatic pupils.

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Grindelwald raised his eyebrows feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Just a normal Christmas?"

"It's just Christmas."

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment and said, "Perhaps we should talk about one of your descendants?"

"Descendants?"

Grindelwald's pupils shrank slightly, and his tone suddenly carried a barely perceptible hint of guilt, as if he was a cheating man who was caught by his wife.

After his power fell, hadn't the Grindelwald family already...

Given the hatred of the Ministries of Magic in various countries towards him, the Grindelwald family would inevitably suffer an extremely terrible liquidation after losing his protection. Even if Dumbledore protected his family because of their old friendship, it would be of no avail.

What descendants can he leave in this world?

Grindelwald thought silently, could it be that silly girl Wenda Rosier?

Dumbledore was very familiar with some of Grindelwald's subtle expressions, and he curled the corners of his mouth.

"About your great-grandson, Noah Shafrin."

Dumbledore felt his eyes go dark when he thought of the inherently evil Grindelwald.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "You left behind a good offspring, Gale."

Grindelwald silently shifted his gaze away, "Perhaps we should enjoy our Christmas dinner first."

Dumbledore turned on the offensive: "Haha."

dog man.

Chapter 151 Daily Life at Mag's House

The peaceful life of the Mag family was not disturbed by the arrival of the two guests. "Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling... snap!"

In the Hogsmeade village in December, the sky outside was still pitch black at six o'clock in the morning, but the alarm clock that was set still rang dutifully.

Of course, its final fate was to be slapped by Noah into a pile of strange residues that even the original manufacturer couldn't recognize its original appearance.

Sitting up from the bed, Noah rubbed his sleepy eyes, and without even turning his head, he skillfully cast a repair spell to the side.

As if time was going backwards, the alarm clock on the bedside table, which had been attacked countless times, began to fly backwards and pieced together its original appearance when it was alive.

Alarm clock: Damn, I should have known this was a crappy factory.

Because there was no sparring partner, even though he was used to getting up early, Noah still did not leave his warm and comfortable bed after waking up.

Instead, he just lay on the bed with lifeless eyes, looking at the several cat heads that popped up at the head of the bed.

It was a mistake. He shouldn't have agreed to let Professor McGonagall stay at her house for a few days during Christmas.

He had not expected at first that Professor McGonagall would keep so many cats in her home.

It is said that cats are nocturnal animals. Even if they are adopted by humans, they are unlikely to change their habits, which leads to...

When I go to bed at night, all the cats in the house are dancing.

I don't know how Professor McGonagall

She can sleep well. Perhaps as a tabby cat, she is also part of the night club.

Only then did Noah realize what it meant to not judge a book by its cover.

After lying down for a while, the urgency of work overwhelmed the laziness that kept surging in his heart, allowing Noah to break free from the clutches of the quilt.

He walked out of the room without waking up the other two people in the house who were still sleeping.

As the cats watched with bated breath, the washed two-legged beast walked into the kitchen with ease and began to show his magical powers.

Although his cooking skills are not as good as Hannibal, the creepy old bat Snape, Noah's cooking level can be considered as a chef-level among ordinary people.

Soon, a sumptuous breakfast was placed on the table in the restaurant.

At this time, Professor McGonagall appeared on the stairs to the second floor. She had just gotten up and her curly black hair had not yet been tied into a bun, so it was just scattered behind her head.

"Noah, didn't I tell you that you are the guest and I should do these things."

Professor McGonagall ran into the kitchen and took over the job of serving the dishes. There was a hint of reproach in her tone, but she was not angry. Instead, she seemed more satisfied with Noah's obedience.

What a wonderful child.

Why doesn't that old man Albus know how to appreciate and recognize others?

In response to Professor McGonagall's praise, Noah just grinned shyly and didn't say much.

How dare he let Professor McGonagall cook for them?

On the first day at Professor McGonagall's house, he and Gwen were lucky enough to taste Professor McGonagall's cooking. The taste was simply indescribable...

Professor McGonagall usually lives in Hogwarts Castle, where three meals a day are prepared by the house-elves, so the older cat girl doesn't have to cook by herself.

And when she returned to Hogsmeade, it would be very tiring if Professor McGonagall had to prepare all three meals for such a large house of cats.

Fortunately, Hogwarts Castle is not far from here.

There are so many house-elves in the castle. Given Professor McGonagall's status, it wouldn't be a big deal to borrow one to help her take care of the cats' meals.

This leads to...

Uh, let’s not talk about it.

When you are a guest at someone's home, you must not show your disdain even if the food the host cooks is terrible.

After shoveling a large pot of stewed rice into the cats' food bowls and calling them to come for breakfast like feeding pigs, Noah sat down at the dining table.

The sound of flapping wings came from the direction of the stairs.

A beautiful big bird with a fiery red body flew down from the second floor.

"Morning, Fox."

I haven't seen him for a while. After experiencing a rebirth, Fox is no longer the wrinkled, bald, hairless chick.

Its body has grown to the size of a half-grown rooster, and its beautiful golden-red feathers have grown back, covering its entire body.

As for why it appears here...

Then we have to mention the old man who cruelly abandoned it alone and ran away to Austria to meet his old lover.

When Noah appeared in Hogsmeade village, the fat turkey, sensing the presence of an old acquaintance, naturally would not continue to squat in the boring office on the eighth floor of the castle.

Even though Dumbledore prepared a lot of food for it before going out.

But what’s so good about all that dry bird food?

It would be more comfortable to follow Noah.

"Could you please wake up Gwen for me?"