Chapter 831

Nicolas was a very serious person, but every time he saw Darren, his temper magically improved.

Although others didn't know this.

Every time Nicolas took Darren out, Darren would receive a pile of sympathetic gazes.

This time was the same.

Nicolas sent him to Diagon Alley, saying that Dumbledore would be waiting for him there.

And there, Darren was sympathized with by many people.

Anyone who knew Nicolas Flamel would think he was living a miserable life now.

Fortunately, Nicolas didn't like this scene either.

When he saw Dumbledore coming, he left quickly.

Dumbledore was wearing a sky-blue floral robe.

He was very happy when he saw Darren.

"Let's go, my child, we'll go now, hold my hand tightly!"

Dumbledore reached out his hand.

Darren held it with disgust.

He would rather hold a little girl's hand.

After a feeling of discomfort, they finally stepped onto a valley.

This was a house that looked ordinary.

But when Darren walked closer, he realized this house was not ordinary.

Because the house seemed to be made entirely of the raw materials for making the Philosopher's Stone.

Extremely precious, but it looked very low-key.

However, without someone like Darren who had a system, it seemed impossible to tell.

Even he only learned about it from the system.

Darren curled his lip.

Good guy, these wizards are really richer the older they get.

Malfoy definitely didn't have as much wealth as this white wizard.

Of course, on the surface, he didn't reveal that he had seen something good.

He just revealed an expression of liking.

"Headmaster, I just like this kind of ordinary residence."

"Mmph, child, if you like it, when I get old, I will give it to you as an inheritance."

Dumbledore said with a smile.

Darren was stunned.

Why was Dumbledore planning to die?

But he immediately realized that Dumbledore was joking.

Of course, he was also sincere.

He was sincerely planning to give this residence to Darren, but the word 'inheritance' he used seemed to be a joke.

But Dumbledore was joking, and Darren didn't intend to joke with him.

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He seemed terrified that Dumbledore would encounter any danger.

He even blocked Dumbledore's front without a trace, as if the house in front of him had some danger.

Dumbledore laughed with emotion.

"Oh, child, I was really joking, don't underestimate me, I am also a very powerful headmaster!"

Dumbledore said with a smile.

He took Darren and walked into the house.

Because this house seemed to never be entered without Dumbledore's guidance.

It was clearly right in front of them, but it was far away.

Darren was extremely curious.

Dumbledore didn't hide it from him either.

"This is the Master's Curse... a curse passed down from a thousand years ago, which allows your room to be entered only by the master, and others can only be brought in by the master.

Your dormitory is a simplified version of the Master's Curse, this curse is very simple... Alright, use your brain to think about it, it's already there."

Dumbledore waved his wand.

Darren immediately felt an extra curse in his mind.

A very simple curse that couldn't be spoken, it could only be copied into someone else's mind through a copying spell.

Clearly, this was a secret-keeping method from a thousand years ago.

"Alright, we've already entered."

Dumbledore let go of him with a smile.

Then he hugged an old man with golden-white hair.

Grindelwald.

"Darren, I think I should be able to call you that... Thank you for taking in my subordinates.

They are indeed not easy, sometimes I regret why I led them on this path."

Grindelwald placed his wand on his chest and tapped it lightly.

Although he was old, his appearance was still dignified.

But Darren laughed out loud.

"You are lying, you don't feel grateful at all, you're tricking a child!"

His seemingly depressed words made Grindelwald laugh out loud.

"See, Albus, you can't hide it from him at all.

I said, every time I see him, I will be seen through when I lie, maybe this is father... connection?"

Grindelwald broke the word 'father-son connection' apart.

Then he naturally saw Darren's confused and strange expression.

He laughed again.

"Child, alright, I surrender... I didn't feel happy because you accepted Rosier and the others.

Because I originally wanted to do something big after I came out, but after I really came out, I found that they were following you.

And they were no longer willing to live that kind of life with me, which made me very sad."

Grindelwald said carelessly.

He received a disapproving look from Dumbledore.

"Alright, I just had that thought, I finally came out, I have to do something, right?

I have to save some family fortune for my descendants, after all, the previous family fortune was squandered by me.

I heard that my descendants are poor and miserable, and they don't even have a change of robes."

Darren curled his lip.

These words were clearly implying him.

He secretly examined his robes.

Aren't they fine?

Although there was a patch on it, that was something he had someone design for him specifically; after all, beggar style shouldn't just be ordinary clothes, wizard robes should also be tried.

It turned out to be regarded by Grindelwald as not having a change of robes.

How could he be so poor?

Of course.

As a little saint.

And also as a simple child who knew nothing.

Darren naturally revealed a worried expression.

He felt around in his bosom, and then took out the profit card that Rosier and the others sent him.

After all, it was a Galleon card, equivalent to a bank card, and Darren carried it with him; he took it and handed it to Grindelwald. ===== CHAPTER 833 =====