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

"Dalfe, that's such a gifted child. Last time we walked, we met the Grangers and his wife pushing her out. She waved her hand and snatched the chocolate frog from my hand." Dumbledore smiled and pushed open the courtyard door and sent two little wizards out. The branches of the mistletoe tree planted at the door swept across his long silver-white hair. Bones, the wizards who did not live in the floating city, had already left with the fireplace.

"It's a bit like his father in this regard, right?" Grindelwald raised his arms and picked the branch of Dumbledore, then inserted it into the food box holding the eel and handed it to Hermione. "But the kids shouldn't eat chocolate. Hermione, your parents did a good job in discipline."

"She developed some bad habits in the mysterious man, but she was still so young that she could definitely correct her." Without Sclinger and the others, Hermione just stood quietly behind Allen. When she heard Grindelwald's words, she hurriedly thanked, "Thank you so much for your mediation today, and let the matter be resolved peacefully. Before I came, I didn't expect Sclinger to give up his position as director so happily and be willing to stop the strike."

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

"Unlike Bock and others, I have always tolerated such decent people. The deputy director has no highest jurisdiction, but he also gives him the opportunity to lead Auror to continue to capture the black wizard." Allen stood in front of the door and said frankly, "I think it will be beneficial for us to let him focus on his lifelong career pursuit rather than his unskilled intrigue."

Saying goodbye to the White Wizard and the former Dark King, Alan chewed the sugar-free gum he asked for from Hermione, and the two strided toward the Granger's house not far away. On both sides were neatly trimmed high hedges, extending to the distance.

However, even if she was going home to see her parents, it would be difficult for Hermione to be interested. Sclinger obviously insulted Penelo, but Hermione felt that it was like a hot slap in the face.

Of course, Allen felt Hermione's depression around him. He was so annoyed that he was racking his brains to find a way. Finally, he simply hugged Hermione from behind and placed his chin on top of her head to comfort her. Hermione's shrinking front teeth bit his lips, and gradually became relaxed under this comfort.

Allen turned Hermione in the direction, but she pressed herself directly: "We have the final say in the laws of the floating city. I think we should give the wizards some freedom."

"Alan, I'm fine." Hermione sighed and kicked away a stone on the road unhappily. "Let's go. Delphie was condoned with some bad habits in the mysterious man. My parents corrected it a few times. It seems that the results have not been achieved yet. As an adoptive father, you should think of a solution."

Allen pulled Hermione directly and didn't let her turn around. His eyes were fixed on the other party. The blue in his rolling eyes seemed to be a piece of it cut from the sky: "By the way, Hermione, Christmas is coming soon. What gift have you prepared for me this year? Can I make a request by myself?"

"Alan, what do you want this year?" Hermione was interested. For them who had nothing to lack, every time they gave gifts, it became a difficult problem, because it was difficult for people who received gifts to figure out what they wanted. Her mind quickly flowed through her mind and said vigilantly, "Three cans are the bottom line. I wouldn't agree to you drink 2.5 liters a day..."

Allen was stunned for a moment, then deliberately showed a frustrated expression: "Okay, then I just need something else?"

Hermione did not answer immediately, and she organized the words carefully: "It's OK if it's not related to this."

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

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"That's good...my Christmas gift requires some of your blood..."

Allen put down the hand pressed on Hermione's shoulder, reached to his waist, and pulled out the small dagger for dissection from his waist. The light reflected by the sunlight on the blade was less warm and more sharp and cold.

Also feeling a little cold from the warm environment, Rufus Sclinger was walking out of the very deserted fireplace in his home. He still meticulously slapped the ash on his body with the feather list at home, and then ignited the fireplace to make the cold house warm.

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

Sclinger's head was lying on the back of the chair, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and grabbed the Auror badge that he had blocked on his bow tie, and leaned towards his lips, "Sevic, please inform me, after we rest today, we will return to work tomorrow... Yes, the problem has been basically solved, you will not be punished... As for the reason, we will go to the Broken Cauldron Bar tonight, I will explain it in detail to everyone."

After the notice, Sclinger put down his collar and placed his hands on the armrest of the chair. He leaned on his back. He closed his eyes and recalled the conversation just now, and was a little confused about whether his sexual intercourse was correct.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and wanted to get up, but noticed that a spider was lying on the ceiling with some black marks left by the charming foxes, which made Sclinger sit up straight and sweep his eyes deeply to one of his windows - the spider on the ceiling should have been where it was.

Now some spider silk is still hanging on this window that has not been opened for a long time. On the other side of the window is endless desolate snow - unlike the floating city that is slowly floating in the sky in southern Europe, the weather in Britain is much colder.

Realizing that the window had been opened, the excellent Auror immediately slowly pulled out his wand to prevent it from rubbing. He slowly took off his shoes and walked carefully to the middle of the room.
Chapter completed!