Chapter 1181 ??Tape Measure

All the furniture in the house looks very old, but they have all been cleaned and polished by the owner using magic spells. The most eye-catching thing is a bow-shaped chest of drawers with many silver-framed photos that have been wiped spotless.

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

Grindelwald's voice came from above, and his tone sounded very relaxed.

Under the leadership of Bathilda, Baron and Penello went up the stairs. Dumbledore and Grindelwald sat side by side on an old green plaid sofa. Their condition looked worse than their voices. few.

Although it seemed that the two of them were very clean under the care of their aunt, the scars caused by the dark magic of the other party in the previous battle with Voldemort could not be covered up and they needed time to recover.

Grindelwald, whose hair was still neatly combed, had a bandage on his shoulders, exuding the smell of some burn treatment potion. His arms, including his face, and other exposed skin were covered with a translucent plaster that glowed with blue light. If you go through it, you can see the depressions and pits formed on the dry and withered skin below, which will make people with trypophobia fluctuate emotionally.

Dumbledore looked even worse. His right forearm near the elbow was completely missing. The broken arm had been wrapped in white gauze. Fox stood on his shoulder and looked worriedly. It was touching its old friend's injury, but it didn't understand why Dumbledore and the others didn't use its tears to put the broken arm back together.

"Alan... Destiny is really mysterious... My arm was cured by Ms. Ravenclaw..." Dumbledore noticed the gazes of Allen and the others, and the beard in front of the moon swayed, "It seems that it is destined to be..." It will be lost in Tom's hands... Ah, Ellen, you also brought Miss Crevat here, she is really energetic..."

As he spoke, Dumbledore glanced at his companions worriedly. Ever since he escaped from Nurmengard, he had been worried about Grindelwald's identity, and news from the outside world also proved this. The International Wizard The Federation has notified all member countries of this news and hopes that all Ministry of Magic will pay attention to this.

"Albus, if you don't take a divination class, you're a little boy who will always have his own destiny..." Bathilda Bagshot said to Dumbledore a little fiercely, "Kandra has taught you and Aberforth that you can be naughty by yourself." You have to take responsibility for suffering..."

Dumbledore had a crooked nose with beads of sweat appearing on the tip of his nose, and his face was a little confused.

Penello looked at the two principals who were suffering, and licked her upper teeth with her tongue. The shape of her lips was slightly twisted. Allen quickly pulled her, so that she could control herself to avoid Deng, who was against Allen. Bledo made a mocking gesture.

"Aunt Bathilda, the cauldron cake you made for us is almost burnt..." Grindelwald's words made the old witch pat her wrinkled forehead and hurriedly moved to the kitchen downstairs.

"Bathilda is going to make some of her specialty cauldron cakes 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 At night, she picked the flowers of the mourning fruit under the moonlight for a long time, and used them as spices to make a special aroma. Of course, it is said that the fruit is more effective, but it is not winter yet..."

"Penello, go to the kitchen and help the Bagshot ladies? Maybe you can also learn some skills..." Allen pointed to the kitchen.

Hearing this, Penelope pursed her lips. Her eyes swept over Dumbledore and Grindelwald. After concluding that these two people would not pose any danger to Allen in their current state, she remained silent. He retreated towards the stairs.

Then the room fell silent as Grindelwald offered Alan his drink of choice.

"Tom has become more dangerous..." Dumbledore finally spoke first, "It seems that I can't command the Order of the Phoenix for the time being... Alan, do you have any plans for the time to completely eradicate him?"

"Albus... I can't command the Order of the Phoenix either... It's better for you to recover as soon as possible." Allen walked forward and observed Dumbledore's broken hand. "Is the broken arm still there? If it's convenient, ?”

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

"The spell used by that half-blood contains a curse...I can't do anything about it." Grindelwald leaned on the sofa and spoke indifferently, his silver-gray hair swaying, and he turned his face away from Dumbledore's expectant blue eyes. , "Perhaps if your lover...the god of love was present at the time, there might be a way..."

Hearing this, Allen was not experienced, so he turned on the magic spell to clean the mummy's arm, which looked completely waterless and black, and he knew the result. "Gettler's judgment was good. I might have been able to help you while your hands were still on your body..."

As he said that, looking at the broken arm, Allen felt a little guilty in his heart, and was a little annoyed that he should have monitored it for a while longer before doing such small things as cooking.

"Don't let responsibilities that are not yours affect you..." Dumbledore looked a little gloomy. Grindelwald directed an enchanted teapot to hang in the air and fill the teacups in front of him and Allen.

"As you know, Umbrella has recently restarted the golem project..." Allen was still looking at Dumbledore's severed arm, "And when my house elf lost a hand in an accident, I happen to be involved in magic prosthetics... Your cut is a bit high, I need to measure it..."

As he spoke, Allen took out from his pocket the magic tape measure with silver markings that he originally used when making wands. The magic tape measure stretched and contracted on the fingertips of his shoulders and arms, and hung in the air. Keep spinning. It first measured Dumbledore's intact left arm and left hand, and then measured the remaining dimensions 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 limbs, Tom is also equipped with... um..." The silver magic tape measure automatically tapped Dumbledore's shoulder lightly. The shaking caused by his words would affect the accuracy of the data.

"Speaking of which, the half-blood whose hand you cut off also got himself a prosthetic limb and an artificial eye... It seems that the Monte family killed the Vecna ​​Eye of Nelida Volkanova, the founder of my alma mater. ." Grindelwald noticed that the tape measure slapped Dumbledore and ended his words, "It's a very powerful strange thing, but if I don't care about maintaining a person's existence and don't care about the influence of my character, I have many ways to use this kind of method to improve my strength. …”

"Gellert!" Dumbledore didn't move, but his voice became louder.

Grindelwald waved his hand impatiently: "Okay Albus, UU reading www.uukaｎshu.net I just said I have it but I didn't say I can use it."

"Actually, Albus, if you have been cut off more this time, I plan to use the golem part to connect some, and I can install it for you now... Speaking of which, you all lost your right hand..." Allen He took out an exquisite prosthetic arm made of mithril from his pocket, "I made it based on Tom's current arm. He also made two for his subordinates. Having said that, he could already pass a few words before he got the real one. I'll imitate one...The talent in this area is really amazing..."

Dumbledore's breathing sounded in the room. He looked at the prosthetic limb and came back to his senses after being surprised - since Allen was just referring to the one on Voldemort's hand, and Tom's hand was chopped off by Allen. Broken - Dumbledore raised his head and looked at Grindelwald. He even saw a trace of pity in the eyes of this always ruthless companion.

Noticing their mutual glances, Allen didn't want Dumbledore to start another tirade about the idea of ​​reducing harm. He directly spoke first: "Then, let's talk about the topic of today? Before you leave Nurmengard. After that, you must have seen the reaction of other magical circles on TV..."

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