All kinds of furniture in the house look very old, but they are all cleaned up by the owner with a spell. The most eye-catching thing is a bow chest of drawers with many photos of silver frames that have been wiped cleanly.

"Allen? Come upstairs, we're in the room upstairs..."

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

Under Bashida's leadership, Ballen and Penelo went up the stairs, Dumbledore and Grindelwald sat side by side on an old sofa with green plaids, and looked much worse than their voices.

Although the two of them seemed to be very clean under the care of their aunt, in the previous battle with Voldemort, the scars caused by the other party's black magic could not be covered or hidden, and it would take time to recover.

Grindelwald, whose hair was still neatly combed, was tied with bandages on his shoulders, emitting some smell of burn potions. His arms, including face, and other bare skin, were covered with translucent plasters with blue light. After taking it, you can see the sunken pits formed on the shriveled and withered skin below, which will make people with dense phobia more emotional.

Dumbledore looked even worse. His right little arm was missing near his elbow. At the broken arm, it was wrapped in white gauze. Fox stood on his shoulder and looked at his old friend's wounds worriedly. It did not understand why Dumbledore and the others used its tears to pick up the broken arm.

"Alan... fate is really mysterious... My arm was cured by Ms. Ravenclaw..." Dumbledore noticed Allen and the others' eyes, and Yue Jingqian's beard shook, "It seems that it is destined to be depleted in Tom's hands... Ah, Alan, you have brought Miss Crivat here too. Her body is so energetic..."

As he said that, Dumbledore looked at his companion with concern. He had been worried about Grindelwald's identity since he escaped from Neumungaard, and news from outside proved this. The International Wizards' Union has informed each member state of the news and hoped that all the Ministry of Magic should pay attention to this.

"Abus, you little boy, don't take divination classes and still have fate..." Bashida Basharat said to Dumbledore with some fierceness, "Candera has taught you and Abufort. If you suffer misery, you have to take responsibility..."

Dumbledore's crooked nose had a fine bead of sweat coming out from the tip of his nose, and his face was a little unconscious.

Penelo looked at the two principals who were suffering and licked their tongues through their upper teeth. The shape of their lips was slightly distorted. Alan quickly pulled her, so that she could control herself to avoid contempt and ridicule Dumbledore, who was against Alan.

"Aunt Bashida, the cauldron cake you made for us is almost battered..." Grindelwald's words made the elderly witch pat his wrinkled forehead and then hurried to the kitchen downstairs.

"Bashida is ready to make some crucible cakes that she is good at to welcome you." Dumbledore's crescent glasses slid downwards, and he raised his intact hand and pushed upwards. "Last night she picked the flower of the crying fruit in the moonlight for a long time. She used it as a spice to make a special aroma. Of course, it is said that the fruit is better, but it is not winter yet..."

"Penello, go to the kitchen to help a group of ladies Basharat? Maybe you can also learn some skills secretly..." Allen pointed to the kitchen.

Upon hearing this, Penelo pursed her mouth, and her eyes swept across Dumbledore and Grindelwald. After concluding that in the current state of these two people, they would not cause any danger to Allen, they followed without saying a word and retreated to the stairs.

Then in the room, he fell silent after Grindelwald gave Allen his favorite drink.

"Tom became even more dangerous..." In the end, Dumbledore spoke first, "I don't think I can command the Order of the Phoenix for the time being... Allen, do you have any time to completely eradicate him?"

"Abus... I can't command the Order of the Phoenix... You'd better 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 for you." Dumbledore waved at a cabinet, and a long object floated over. Alan opened the package with a brisk move.

"The curse used by the mixed race contains curse... I can't do anything about it." Grindelwald leaned on the sofa and his tone was indifferent, his silver-gray hair shaking. He turned his face to look at Dumbledore's blue eyes with expectation. "Maybe you may have a way for your lover... if the God of Love is present at that time..."

Hearing this, Allen was not a senior. He opened the magic spell to clean the mummy arm that looked completely gone and completely black. "Getler made a good judgment. I might have a way to do it when you were still on your hands..."

As he said that, looking at the broken arm, Alan felt a little guilty, a little annoyed that he should monitor for a while before doing small things like cooking.

"Don't let it affect you if it's not your responsibility." Dumbledore looked a little sad, and Grindelwald commanded a magical teapot to hang in the air, filling the tea cup in front of him and Alan.

"You know, the protective umbrella is restarting the golem project recently..." Allen's eyes were still looking at Dumbledore's broken arm, "When my house elf lost a hand in an accident, I happened to have some knowledge of the magic prosthesis... Your broken position is a bit high, I need to measure it..."

As he said that, Allen took out his bag, the magic tape measure with a silver scale that he had used when he made a magic wand. The magic tape measure stretched and contracted on his shoulders and arms, and continued to rotate in the air. It first measured Dumbledore's intact left arm and left hand, and then measured the size of the remaining position of the right arm - from shoulder to fingertip, wrist to elbow, including determining the length of the limb, joint height and other data.

"When it comes to resurgent limbs, Tom is also installed... um..." The silver magic tape measure head automatically patted Dumbledore's shoulder lightly. The shaking caused by his speech would affect the accuracy of the data.

"Speaking of this, the mixed-blood who was cut off by you also got a prosthetic limb for himself, and a prosthetic eye... It seems that the Monte family harmed the Vikna Eye of Nelida Vokanova, the founder of my alma mater." Grindelwald noticed that the tape measure slapped Dumbledore and ended up saying, "It's a great strange thing, but if I don't care about maintaining the existence of people and not caring about the influence of personality, I have many ways to use such means to improve my strength..."

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

Grindelwald waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, Albus, I just said I had it but didn't say I could use it."

"In fact, Albus, if you were cut off this time, I would use the golem part to pick it up a little, and I can install it for you now... Speaking of which, all you lost are your right hands..." Allen took out a delicate prosthetic made of mitral from his pocket. "I just made it with Tom's arm now, and he also made two for his subordinates. By the way, before he got the authentic product, he could have imitated one through just a few words... His talent in this area is indeed amazing..."

Dumbledore's breathing sounded in the room, and he looked at the prosthetic and recalled after surprise - since Allen was only referring to the one in Voldemort's hand, and Tom's hand was cut off by Allen - Dumbledore looked up at Grindelwald, and he even saw a trace of pity in the eyes of this always ruthless companion.

Noting their mutual vision, Allen did not want Dumbledore to start a long speech about the idea of ​​hoping to reduce damage, he took the lead in speaking: "Then next, let's talk about the topic today? After you left Neumungaard, you must have seen the reactions of other magical worlds on TV as well..."
Chapter completed!