On Wednesday morning, Allen brought Hermione out of the school and arrived at the new home of Grindelwald, vice president of the Hogwarts University Department, at the agreed time.

The exquisite and elegant house in front of me is brightly colored, with walls mainly composed of brown and red and cherry stones combined with white lines to form a square facade. The base of the building is made of bricks and stones, and the floors are made of wooden frames, with exposed components, arranged in a sparse and dense manner, and has a strong decorative effect. Its spire is particularly sharp and tall, like a sword with a pinnacle, with an attic and a tiger window open. A round or octagonal stairwell protruding out.

This typical German-style house is hidden in the winding shade of green trees outside the front yard, lying quietly beside the green grass. The cooking and processing places built in the yard during Halloween, and the essential kitchen utensils and other decorations have disappeared. The paths in the yard are clean and quiet, and the flowers and flowers maintained by magic are fragrant.

Just stepping into it, this building that looks similar to the Muggle House has set up a tall barn in the yard. Outside the yard, it is hidden by the vegetation and is not discovered by them at the first time.

"This neighborhood is more like ours, but why are you doing this barn? There is no wheat planting in the floating city..." Because of today's talks, she got up early and cleaned up her image, gracefully tied her hair behind her head. She was smoky and light lips, and she was very stylish. She was wearing a protective umbrella uniform and showed her mature and steady temperament that was not very consistent with her tender face, which was a little inconsistent with her tender face.

"Getler's taste is pretty good, maybe it's for his food-people restaurant to be a storage cabinet?" Allen touched his bare chin and looked at Hermione, "But this place is still not as famous as the Granger's."

"No more scary next year!" Hermione bit her lip and snorted angrily.

"That's because no one dares to go to your house next year to be frightened." Allen smiled when he saw Hermione's eyes wide open, "Wait a while to finish the business, don't go back to school anyway, let's go to your house to see Delphie... In addition, I have some magical matters to ask your parents."

"I can understand the word "potion, my parents," but I can't understand it after I've serialized it..." Hermione seemed a little chewy, "Why do you say something like Luna recently..."

"They had this idea when they heard the nuclear power that had increased before..." Allen quickly explained, "Maybe they didn't have the chance to be as luxurious as we did..."

"Good morning, Allen and Hermione, please come in quickly. Amelia and the others are already inside. It is unwise to stay at the door in such cold weather for too long... It seems that Irving will not come?" Dumbledore appeared at the door, his silver-white hair and beard drooped to his waist, his hooked nose was wearing a pair of brand new half-moon glasses, a purple-brown magic robe, and a pointed hat.

"Good morning, Albus." Allen "My dad thinks it's a little more direct to Mr. Sclinger."

After greeting at the door a few more words, Hermione asked, "Dumbledore, are there any specialties in building a barn in the yard?"

"It's just to miss the little decorations that passed away." Dumbledore's face turned a little rosy. (Author's note: Their blood oath is said to be concluded in a barn.)

"Ah, you are here..." Grindelwald also came out and rescued Dumbledore from his self-embarrassment.

Grindelwald was wearing a white shirt, with sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a gray plaid striped vest on his waist, but an apron around his waist was obviously spotless. He stood behind Dumbledore: "I'm preparing lunch for you, camellia pudding, towers made of a gallon of primrose, fish-flavored ground meat pie... Hermione, you didn't come for some reason on Halloween, be sure to try my craft today."

"Thank you for your hospitality," Hermione said with a dry mouth pursed slightly - her own failed cake made the experience of being sent to the magic injury hospital in front of her a little uncomfortable.

He was greeted into the house, and the chandeliers were hanging under the roof, and brown wavy stripes were covered with wallpaper occupying all the walls. Three tan bookcases filled with books stood against the walls, and several ornate tapestries were hung on the walls. The tapestries were filled with moving figures and the quirky Runiwen. The slender flower windows inlaid with sunlight stained glass added a bit of magic to the room.

Bones and the others were surprised to see that it was Allen coming. They stood up and welcomed him and asked, "Hey, Principal Harris, Miss Granger, are you... Isn't the Minister here today?"

Argy Longbottom looked a little unnatural when he saw Allen, but his previous experience of being taught by Allen during his time at Hogwarts made him learn to be cautious in his words and actions.

"Don't worry, my dad thinks that things have come to this point because Sclinger has some deep prejudices about me and the umbrella." Allen is not unfamiliar with these people. He had dealt with them before at Hogwarts, and he said calmly, "As for how to target Mr. Sclinger who incites the patrols to strike this time... Although I am just a silent man in the Ministry of Magic, although I should not be too concerned about these matters, I think I can still provide some advice to the minister after tonight."

"President Harris, I actually have another thing..." Borns said cautiously, after all, he was facing Allen rather than Irving. "There are some things you probably don't know, but the content announced by the Minister at the first meeting of the Ravenclaw Temple was not quite the same as the results of our private consultation before... and I am very worried about the current authority of the review committee... I wonder if Minister Irving gave you any explanation in this regard?"

This was obviously beyond the expectations of other families and Dumbledore. Aguil Longbotton, who was sitting beside him, became nervous in an instant. He did not expect that everything had become a certainty, and Amelia would take it out and talk about it.

"Amelia... Principal Harris certainly doesn't know about this. We are for Rufus..." Fley said anxiously, afraid that Harris would be more difficult to deal with Sclinger's issue later. He was a little annoyed that he should not listen to Dumbledore's opinion and thought that Sirius, who was also close to Harris, should come and help.

"Amelia, I think you can go and talk about these issues in person with Minister Harris in person. Let's talk about Sclinger first." Dumbledore's eyes looked at Amelia from the hooked nose and took over the topic, "First let's get a little bit of the best oak-ripening honey wine from Mrs. Rosmerta?"

Dumbledore didn't wait for anyone to respond. He waved his wand and flew out of the wine cabinet a clean bottle and five glasses. The bottles automatically came to the side and filled each cup with honey yellow liquid, and then the cups floated to everyone in the room.
Chapter completed!