Chapter 1181 ?? Tape Measure

All kinds of furniture in the house look very old, but they have been cleaned very brightly by the owner with magic spells. But what attracted the most attention was a bow-shaped chest of drawers, on which were many photographs in silver frames, which had been immaculately wiped down.

"Alan? Please come upstairs, we are in the upstairs room..."

Grindelwald's voice came from the upper floor, and his tone sounded very relaxed.

Under the leadership of Bathilda, Ba Allen and Penello went up the stairs, and Dumbledore and Grindelwald sat side by side on an old green plaid sofa, looking worse than they sounded. few.

Although it seems that the two of them are very clean under the care of their aunt, but in the previous battle with Voldemort, the scars caused by the opponent's black magic cannot be covered and concealed, and it will take time to recover.

Grindelwald, whose hair was still neatly combed, had bandages on his shoulders, exuding the smell of some potions for healing burns, and some exposed skin on his arms, including his face, was covered with translucent plasters that emitted blue light. If you vote for it, you can see the sunken potholes formed on the shriveled and withered skin below, which will make people with intensive phobia more emotionally unstable.

And Dumbledore looked even worse. His little right arm was gone near the elbow. The broken arm had been wrapped with white gauze. Fox stood on his shoulder and watched with bird eyes worried. Looking at the wound of his old friend, it didn't understand why Dumbledore and the others didn't use its tears to take back the severed arm.

"Alan...fate is really mysterious...my arm was healed by Ms. Ravenclaw..." Dumbledore noticed Alan's gaze and his beard swayed, "It seems that it is destined to be It's going to be lost in Tom's hands... Ah, Ellen, you also brought Miss Clearwater here, she is really energetic..."

As he said that, Dumbledore glanced at his companions anxiously. Ever since he escaped from Nurmengard, he had been worried about Grindelwald's identity, and the outside news also proved this point. The Union has informed the member states of this news and hopes that all the Ministry of Magic will pay attention to this.

"Albus, you little boy, if you don't take divination lessons, you will still be old with fate..." Bathilda Bagshot said to Dumbledore a little fiercely, "Kendra taught you and Aberforth, and you are naughty and suffer If you suffer, you have to take responsibility for yourself..."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on the tip of Dumbledore's crooked nose, and his face was a little uncomfortable.

Penello looked at the two principals who were in distress, licked his tongue over his upper teeth, and the shape of his lips was slightly distorted. Allen quickly pulled her to let her control herself to avoid the old and Allen against Deng. Bullido made a contemptuous mockery.

"Aunt Bathilda,

The cauldron cake you made for us is going to be mushy..." Grindelwald's words made the old witch pat her wrinkled forehead, and hurriedly moved downstairs to the kitchen.

"Bathilda is going to make some cauldron cakes that she is good at to welcome you." Dumbledore's crescent-shaped glasses on the bridge of his nose slid down, and he raised his good hand and pushed it up, "Yesterday In the evening, she picked the flowers of the weeping fruit under the moonlight for a long time, and using it as a spice made a special aroma, of course, it is said that using the fruit is more effective, but it is not winter yet..."

"Penello, go to the kitchen and help a bunch of Ms. Bagshot? Maybe you can learn some techniques..." Allen pointed to the kitchen.

Hearing this, Penello shrugged her mouth, and her eyes swept over Dumbledore and Grindelwald, and after deciding that these two people would not cause any danger to Allen in their current state, she followed suit and didn't speak Backed up the stairs.

Then the room fell silent after Grindelwald offered Allen his favorite drink.

"Tom has become more dangerous..." Dumbledore finally spoke first, "I don't seem to be able to command the Order of the Phoenix for the time being... Alan, do you have any arrangements for the time to completely eradicate him?"

"Albus... I can't command the Order of the Phoenix either... You'd better recover yourself as soon as possible." Allen stepped forward and observed Dumbledore's severed hand, "Is the severed arm still there? If it's convenient ?”

"Of course, I'm sorry to bother you." Dumbledore waved his hand at a cabinet, a long object floated over, and Allen opened the package briskly.

"The curse used by that half-blood contains a curse...I can't do anything about it." Grindelwald leaned on the sofa with an indifferent tone, his silver-gray hair swaying, and he turned his face away from Dumbledore's expectant blue eyes , "Maybe your lover... Cupid was there at the time, maybe there is a way..."

It is said that Allen is not experienced, he opened the magic spell to clean up the mummy arm that looked completely dehydrated and black, and he knew the result. "Getler's judgment is good, I may still have a way when you still have your hand..."

As he said that, looking at the broken arm, Allen felt a little guilty, and a little annoyed that he should monitor it for a while before doing such trivial things as cooking.

"Don't let the responsibility that is not yours affect you..." Dumbledore looked a little sad, and Grindelwald directed an enchanted teapot to hang in the air, filling up the teacups in front of him and Allen.

"As you know, Umbrella is restarting the golem project again recently..." Alan's eyes were still looking at Dumbledore's severed arm, "and when my house elf lost a hand in an accident, I just happened to dabble in magical prosthetics... Your position is a bit high, I need to measure it..."

As he said that, Allen took out from his pocket, the magic tape measure with silver scale that he would have used when making the wand. Keep spinning. It first measures Dumbledore's intact left arm and hand, and then measures the size of the remaining position of the right arm - from shoulder to fingertips, from wrist to elbow, including determining the length of the prosthetic limb, joint height and other data.

"Speaking of prosthetic limbs, Tom is also equipped with...uh..." The head of the silver magic tape automatically patted Dumbledore's shoulder lightly. The shaking caused by his words would affect the accuracy of the data.

"Speaking of which, the half-breed whose hand you cut off also got himself a prosthetic limb and a prosthetic eye... It seems that the Monte family killed the eye of Vecna ​​of my alma mater founder Nelida Volkanova " Grindelwald noticed that the tape measure slapped Dumbledore to end the conversation, "It's a powerful strange thing, but if I don't care about maintaining the existence of people and the influence of my personality, I have many ways to use these methods to improve my strength ..."

"Gellert!" Dumbledore didn't move, but his voice rose a little.

Grindelwald waved his hands impatiently: "Alright, Albus, I just said I have it but didn't say I can use it."

"Actually, Albus, if you have been cut off a little more this time, I plan to use the golem part to connect some, and I can put it on you right now... Speaking of which, you all lost your right hand..." Allen He took out a delicate prosthesis made of mithril from his waist pocket, "I made it with reference to Tom's current arm, and he made two for his subordinates himself. After all, before he got the real product, he was able to pass a few words." Imitate it... the talent in this aspect is really amazing..."

Dumbledore's inhalation sounded in the room, and he looked at the prosthetic limb and recalled it after being surprised-since Allen was just referring to the one in Voldemort's hand, and Tom's hand was chopped off by Allen. Absolutely - Dumbledore raised his head and glanced at Grindelwald, he even saw a trace of pity in the eyes of this always ruthless companion.

Noticing their mutual gaze, Allen didn't want Dumbledore to start talking again about the idea of ​​reducing damage, so he took the lead in speaking: "Then, let's talk about today's topic? Before you leave Nurmengard After that, you must have seen the reactions of other magic circles on TV..."