Chapter 344: Grateful Gellert, Soft-hearted Albus

The low pressure in the Titus house living room didn't last long.

Because a gentle knock on the door suddenly sounded.

"Mrs. Claude, sorry to disturb you, I am Dumbledore; I heard that some acquaintances came to visit, so I came to see."

Hearing this thick and powerful voice, Mrs. Claude let out a long sigh of relief.

Because just now, for some reason, she felt difficulty breathing, as if she had been submerged into the cold deep sea.

And Narcissa and Lucius both shivered, becoming somewhat nervous.

In contrast, the old man narrowed his eyes.

Then he sat up straight unconsciously and tidied his lapels.

The gentle smile on his face remained unchanged, but a trace of extremely faint anticipation flashed in his eyes.

Mrs. Claude immediately stood up to open the door.

"Mr. Dumbledore."

As if finding a savior, Mrs. Claude shouted immediately upon seeing Dumbledore.

"Good morning, Madam, I hope I didn't disturb you."

Dumbledore smiled gently.

"No, uh, rather, this place is already so crowded it's about to burst."

Mrs. Claude stepped aside and invited Dumbledore in.

Dumbledore finally stepped into the house, and after passing through the entrance, his gaze swept across the living room as calm as an ancient well.

Lucius with an empty right sleeve, Narcissa with a haggard face.

And the old man sitting in the head seat—Grindelwald.

"Long time no see, Albus, I..."

Grindelwald's voice was low and calm, as if wanting to say something.

However, he was suddenly interrupted.

"Headmaster, he just threatened me, saying he was going to find my son."

Mrs. Claude hid behind Dumbledore, grabbing his arm with one hand and pointing at Grindelwald with the other to complain.

She was once Dumbledore's student, so calling him Headmaster was nothing strange.

At this moment, she looked even more like a little girl who had found a backer.

The smile on Grindelwald's face froze instantly.

Dumbledore's originally gentle eyebrows also frowned instantly.

"Gellert Grindelwald."

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was his full name, carrying unquestionable pressure.

"How old are you, still scaring a little girl?"

Mrs. Claude, who was nearly forty, became a little girl in Dumbledore's mouth.

Grindelwald was laughed at by anger.

"Albus, you are still as biased as ever."

"We haven't seen each other for so long, don't you have anything else to say to me?"

Listening to this slightly resentful tone, Dumbledore didn't have much reaction.

Just said faintly: "I don't think your current identity allows you to talk about old feelings with me."

"My identity?"

"Isn't my identity given by you?"

Still speaking in a slightly resentful tone.

Grindelwald stood up slowly and came to Dumbledore, with only one step between them.

He looked at Dumbledore now in detail.

Then let out a low laugh.

Dumbledore was also looking at Grindelwald, with complex emotions surging in his eyes.

The blond hair and face that were once praised by others had now been quietly etched by time and prison, only those eyes remained bright and moving.

Finally, it was Dumbledore who spoke first.

"Gellert, come back with me, I can pretend nothing happened."

Grindelwald shook his head lightly, rubbing his fingertips on the edge of his sleeve.

"Albus, you are still like this, treating the world as parchment that can be erased and rewritten."

"I didn't." Dumbledore responded faintly.

"No, you did."

Grindelwald poked Dumbledore's chest directly; the force wasn't heavy, but it carried a heavy questioning.

"You are always making choices for everyone, for Muggles, for the wizarding world, even for me."

"Including that poor child named Harry, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Dumbledore's eyes darkened, and he didn't refute.

He understood the meaning of Grindelwald's words, because he had discussed the fate of this child, Harry, with Grindelwald in letters.

"You are still hiding it from everyone, right."

"That child's fate."

Grindelwald continued to mock.

"Enough Gellert, I am not here to discuss Harry with you."

Dumbledore's voice suddenly sank coldly, obviously not wanting Grindelwald to continue.

Because there were not only the two of them here, but also Mrs. Claude, Lucius, and Narcissa listening on the side.

Grindelwald shrugged, not continuing to mention this.

Just sat back on the sofa slowly, looking at Dumbledore and saying.

"I won't go back with you, Albus."

"You can try to use force on me, but I guarantee that everything within a ten-mile radius will be turned into scorched earth."

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and finally sighed.

He actually knew early on that Grindelwald wouldn't listen to him.

But he still couldn't help but persuade him.

Now it seemed there was no need to continue persuading.

"So what exactly do you want to do by coming out, Gellert."

Dumbledore used his name to address Grindelwald for the first time, and his tone couldn't help but soften a bit.

"I won't allow you to repeat the same mistakes."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, which carried obvious concern, Grindelwald finally smiled.

"Albus, what I once promised you won't change."

"I just suddenly got tired and wanted to come out for a walk; you wouldn't even refuse such a simple request from an old friend, would you?"

Dumbledore was speechless for a while.

Ghost believes you are just coming out for a walk.

But he really didn't know what reason to find to refute him for a while; after all, as soon as he came out, he helped him find a clue to a Horcrux.

Finally, Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, tacitly allowing Grindelwald's existence for the time being.

People live to this age, always becoming tolerant.

Dumbledore is no exception.

In his view, Grindelwald and he are both relics of the last century.

Won't stay in this world for much longer.

Finally letting him be willful once is fine, as long as he doesn't do anything harmful to heaven and reason again.

"So your 'coming out for a walk' is becoming a nanny for the Malfoy family?"

Dumbledore also sat down slowly, looking at Lucius and Narcissa on the side, and asked again.

Regarding Dumbledore's question, which carried a trace of ridicule or mockery, Grindelwald didn't refute.

Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth and answered with a smile.

"Oh, I am a black household without social identity, always have to find a place to stay, right?"

"Kind Mr. Malfoy and Mrs. Malfoy gave me this opportunity."

"And I, give these two kind people corresponding rewards; you taught me, 'repay kindness with kindness,' right?"

Hearing this, Dumbledore raised a finger and re-emphasized.

"You make one thing clear, Gellert, now it's the Claude family that decides whether to take you and them in."

"You and Lucius are both black households."

Speaking of this, he finally placed his gaze on Lucius and Narcissa, speaking slowly.

"Draco has safely arrived at school; I will ensure his safety at school, and at the same time, accept Draco's proposal."

"Give him a chance to atone for the mistakes you made."

"You should be glad that you haven't done anything irreversible before."

This paragraph is both a beating and giving them a step down.

As long as they can be well-behaved from now on, Dumbledore doesn't mind giving them a path to start over.

"However, now, regarding your seeking shelter from the Claude family, it requires the unanimous consent of every family member of the Claude family to execute."

"Mr. Claude is already on his way, and as for their child Titus, I will also go to Hogwarts to inform him."

Lucius and Narcissa didn't refute, just obediently accepted Dumbledore's arrangement.

After all, no matter how much of a family friend, it's impossible to defy Dumbledore's personal arrangement. ===== CHAPTER 345 =====