Chapter 1180 ?Not Your Grandson

Black fabric fell from the sky, shrouding the surrounding buildings in darkness. Every building was shrouded in black banners, without exception. Looking up along this black fabric, the entire city seems to be covered by these black banners. Muggles are completely unaffected and go on their way, but wizards can see such a scene, hundreds of black banners , overwhelming and rolling wantonly between heaven and earth, a daunting sight - many elderly people's expressions became a little panicked when they saw the familiar method.

But then, the subsequent development made them realize that this was not what they thought before. The huge banners cut themselves into countless small flyer-sized squares, and began to automatically fly towards those people with magical powers off the field. At the same time as it was touched, the mark of the Harris family's omniscient eye shone brightly on it, and the words on the flyer appeared under the touch.

The crowd that had just resumed protesting fell silent once again because of the content on the flyer, and the directors of the Ministry of Magic who had just returned from the internal struggle also stopped arguing.

There are only three contents on the flyer: since Hogwarts is the graduate school where Voldemort wreaked havoc in Europe, Hogwarts will compensate the victims through Harris Bank; Wizards who live a safe life are open to arms. As long as wizards are willing to abide by the laws of Hogwarts, they can go to the nearby newly developed neutral areas in the UK to seek help from local officials; if interested, seek help from Hogwarts Principal Alan Harris. The Ministry of Magic of the sheltered country can also go to Hogwarts for detailed discussions.

The ordinary wizards who became quiet with leaflets brought panic to the division chiefs far beyond when they gathered together to protest.

As these notices written by Allen were falling from the German sky, the door of the Spanish-style building at the Crevat home in Hogwarts was opened.

Penello, who did not wear a protective umbrella but returned to her Auror attire, stepped out with a radiant look on her face, while Alan, who was following her, was already abnormally white, his face was a little gray, and his movements were a little slow.

"Alan, if you want me to just send someone there, why bother going there in person..." Penello looked at Alan with a crooked smile and smiled provocatively, "Anyway, my parents and Lunn have been making laws recently. If we don’t come back... we should live like this for three or four months..."

"If I continue like this for a few more days, I will have to see the despicable Herbo..." In order to relieve the fatigue caused by excessive loss of physical strength, Allen simply used his staff as a support, "Don't forget me I’ve already sent a letter and I’ll go there in person.”

"After meeting them, do you have to go back to see the crazy girl?" Penello said, reaching out and touching Allen's somewhat sunken face lovingly, "Speaking of which, Miss Know-It-All is silly, and she would be considered happy if she didn't pursue this aspect... The crazy girl took all the benefits by herself..."

"You have to be reasonable! Penello! It's not something I can decide! I've tried my best!" Allen's pale face finally turned a little red.

"Well," Penello nodded seriously, and then took out a calendar from the space in his pocket, "Speaking of which, I blame me for forgetting the date. I have done useless work in the past two days... Allen, after a while I want to inform you that you should take the time to come here every day..."

"Wait a minute! When Hagrid was cultivating the Explosive-Tailed Skrewts, he was not willing to use his manticore Gino like this! No matter how many fire crabs he prepared!" The blood just appeared on Allen's pale face. He became a little pig liver again, "We are human beings, at least we have to follow the path of human beings..."

"This is... it's too purposeful and feels like something is missing..." Penello stepped forward and helped him smooth the raven feathers to make them conform. Then he looked at Allen's neck and suddenly smiled crookedly. He pulled Allen's hood with both hands and covered the traces caused by the rupture and bleeding of the subcutaneous capillaries on Allen's neck when encountering strong suction - although he changed his mind after a few seconds and put Allen's hood down again. I also enlarged the mouth of the zipper.

After doing all this, Penello let Allen, who was submissive and allowed her to be treated like a doormat, take her into the shadows and leave the floating city.

Then the two figures appeared in Godric's Hollow, a settlement of half-wizards.

The two of them first bought some snacks at a nearby bar, asked about the general area, and then started walking towards the central square of the town.

"Is this the memorial to the family of the famous Boy Who Lived?"

Penello pointed to the monument in the square.

As soon as they approached, its appearance changed. It was no longer an obelisk monument with names engraved on it, but turned into statues of three people: a man with unkempt hair and glasses; A woman with long hair, a beautiful and kind face, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms. The passing rain a few hours ago fell on the tops of the statues, making them appear darker than elsewhere.

"This Harry looks much happier than the one we knew. At least there is no scar on his forehead..." Allen said, turning his head and looking at the church in the distance. "After we finish talking, come out and see if there is a florist, and go to the cemetery to make some donations." Let’s bouquet flowers, they’re here… let’s go…”

A few armed wizards wearing protective red umbrella neo-ancient robes came out from the shadow of the house. They saluted Penello, who made a gesture and let them retreat silently. go back.

"Alan, you asked me to send people here to protect Bagshot before... How long did it take you to predict that Grindelwald and Dumbledore would escape here at this time?" Penello approached Allen. Whispering into his ear, soft breath blew behind Allen's ear.

"It's just luck. You know that our family has some connections with their family, and Voldemort was looking for the Elder Wand before... so your people just happened to monitor it." Allen scratched his ears uncomfortably: he was actually worried that Voldemort would still come back. After coming and killing her, let Nagini hide in her body, and then pretend to be the author of "History of Magic" - although the British wizarding world is not controlled by Voldemort, Harry did not escape to make this possible. Very little sex.

As they spoke, the two came to the somewhat deserted garden in front of Bagshot's house that Muggles could not see. Allen and Penelope carefully walked through the mournful flowers to avoid them making unpleasant noises. , put his pale fingers on the wooden door whose paint was beginning to peel off, and knocked up and down.

After a little while, a stooped old woman opened the door. Allen looked at her nearby and found that she was so short that she was even stooped, and she just reached his waist. (Author's note: When it comes to Harry, it's his chest.)

The old woman was hunched over and looked up at Allen with her eyes covered with thick cataracts. She stared at his face for a long time and said doubtfully: "Excuse me...who are you looking for?"

"Ms. Bagshot, my name is Ellen Harris. I wrote to you a few days ago and made an appointment...to meet your great-nephew Mr. Grindelwald...maybe he told you?" Allen finally realized after seeing the other person. How old was the other party? UU Reading www.uukanshu.net In order to let the frighteningly aging witch in front of him hear clearly, Allen took the initiative to raise his volume compared to usual.

"You are not my grandson!" Bagshot still seemed to be deaf, and Allen's increased volume prevented her from hearing clearly.

"Madam!" Seeing Allen's appearance, Penello guessed that he would not be able to yell at an old woman, so she took a step forward and raised her voice in her ear: "He is not your grandson! We are Come to meet your great-nephew! Come to meet your great-nephew Grindelwald!"

"Grindelwald?" Bagshot glanced at Penello, who was wearing an Auror uniform. The skin on her face trembled, as if she finally heard clearly this time. Then, she looked at Ellen's skin color and white hair intently. "My great-nephew, why are you still getting younger?"

And Allen noticed the way the other party looked at Penello's uniform just now. This time he didn't reply, but stared at the old woman's head in front of him for a long time. Then he sighed and let his voice return to its normal volume. , said softly: "Don't worry Ms. Bagshot, you don't have to be like this... We are not here to capture Mr. Grindelwald today, so there is no need to be afraid of my female companion and me..."

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