Chapter 1265 ? Need some of Your Blood

At this time, in front of Grindelwald's house, the sun in the sky was still bright but not as dazzling as at noon before.

"Delphie, that's such a talented child. We met Mr. and Mrs. Granger pushing her out during our walk last time. She just waved her hand and snatched the chocolate frog from me." Dumbledore smiled and pushed her away. The courtyard gate sent the two little wizards out, the mistletoe tree branches planted at the gate brushed his long silver-white hair, and the wizards like Burns who didn't live in the floating city had already left by the fireplace.

"It's a bit like his father in this respect, isn't it?" Grindelwald raised his arm and picked off the branch from Dumbledore's body, then inserted it into the food box holding the eel jelly, and handed it to Hermione, "But the child does No chocolate, Hermione, your parents did a good job of disciplining."

"She has developed some bad habits from the mysterious man, but she can definitely be corrected at such a young age." Without Scrimgeour and the others present, Hermione just stood quietly behind Allen, when she heard Grinder What Wo said, he quickly thanked, "Thank you for your mediation today, which allowed the matter to be resolved peacefully. Before I came, I didn't expect that Scrimgeour would give up his director position so quickly and be willing to stop the strike."

"The most important thing is Rufus himself...Although he is like a donkey when he treats me as a weak old man, he has always been decent." Dumbledore waved his hand and nodded to Allen, "You also gave him enough tolerance. I didn't expect you to let him stay in the Auror and serve as the deputy director."

"Unlike Bock and the others, I have always tolerated such decent people quite high. The deputy director has no highest jurisdiction, but he is also given the opportunity to lead the Aurors to continue arresting dark wizards." Allen stood up. Standing in front of the door, he said frankly, "I think it will be beneficial to both of us to let him focus his energy and time on his lifelong professional pursuit instead of his unskilled intrigue."

Saying goodbye to the White Wizard and the former Dark Lord, Allen chewed the sugar-free gum he got from Hermione, and the two strode towards Granger's house not far away. Hedges, extending into the distance.

But even if Hermione wanted to go home to see her parents, it was difficult for Hermione to get excited. Scrimgerously insulted Penello, but Hermione felt that it was like a hot slap in the face.

Of course, Allen felt the depression of Hermione beside him. He was very annoyed before and was racking his brains to find a way. Finally, he simply hugged Hermione from behind and put his chin on the top of her head to resist it. comfort her. Hermione bit her lip with her shrunken front teeth, and gradually relaxed under this comfort.

Allen turned Hermione in a different direction, and she leaned against him: "The laws of the Floating Void City are up to us. I think wizards should be given some freedom."

"Alan, I'm fine." Hermione sighed, and kicked away a stone on the road unhappily, "Let's go, Delphi was indulged in some bad habits by the mysterious man, and my parents corrected it several times, It seems that good results have not been achieved yet, and you, as an adoptive father, should also think of a way."

Allen pulled Hermione forward and didn't let her turn around, his eyes were fixed on the other person, the blue in his turning eyes seemed to be a piece taken from the sky: "By the way, Hermione, Christmas is coming soon , what gift did you prepare for me this year? Can I make a request myself?"

"Alan, what do you want this year?" Hermione became a little interested. For them who have everything, giving gifts has become a big problem every time, because even the recipients often It was hard to think of what she wanted. She thought quickly and then said vigilantly, "Three cans is the bottom line. I won't agree with you drinking 2.5 liters a day..."

Allen froze for a moment, then deliberately showed an annoyed expression: "Okay, then I can just ask for something else?"

Hermione didn't answer immediately, she carefully organized her words: "It doesn't matter if it's not related to this.

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At this moment, Hermione suddenly felt that Alan's eyes staring at her seemed to be able to make a low voice, but all she heard was her own blood flowing, and Hermione looked at Alan in a daze for a while.

"That's good... I need some of your blood for my Christmas present..."

Allen put down the hand on Hermione's shoulder, stretched it towards his waist, and pulled out the small dagger used for dissection at his waist neatly. The light reflected by the sun on the sharp edge lost its original warmth. , and there are some sharp and cold breaths.

Rufus Scrimgeour, who also felt a bit cold from the warm environment, was walking out of the fireplace in his very deserted home. He was still meticulously patting the ashes on his body with the feather sheet at home, and then lit the fireplace. Let this cold room start to heat up.

Without the cover of the usual big strides, Scrimgeour's lame leg exposed his flaws more clearly. He hung his coat on the coat rack near the window, and he seemed a little restless. He walked to the middle of the living room step by step and sat on his chair.

Scrimgeour's head was lying on the back of the chair, he opened his eyes suddenly, raised his hand and grabbed the Auror badge pinned to his bow tie, and brought it to his lips, "Sevitch, please inform me that we will rest after today , will return to work tomorrow... Yes, the problem is basically solved, and you will not be punished in any way... As for the reason, we will go to the Leaky Cauldron tonight, and I will explain it to everyone in detail."

After the notification was over, Scrimgeour put down his collar badge and put his hands on the armrest of the chair. He leaned on the armrest, closed his eyes and recalled the process of the conversation just now. .

After a long time, he opened his eyes and wanted to get up, but he noticed that a spider was lying on the ceiling with some black traces left by foxes and was weaving its web. This made Scrimgeour sit up straight, his eyes swept deeply. One of his windows - that's where the spider on the ceiling was supposed to be.

Now some spare spider silk is still hanging on this window that has not been opened for a long time, and on the other side of the window is endless desolate white snow - unlike the floating city that is slowly floating in the sky in southern Europe, the weather in England is cold many.

Realizing that the window had been opened by Scrimgeour, the excellent Auror immediately drew out his wand slowly and tried not to make any friction sound, he took off his shoes slowly, and then walked carefully to the middle of the room.

With a wand in one hand, Scrimgeour was aiming at his brother's corner in the room, and his eyes were watching carefully, as if he would see something terrible hiding behind the smooth piano or the tall sofa.