In the principal's office, on the slender table, the sticky cauliflower-like brains floated in the dark green liquid. The portraits of the old principals of the men and women were napping in the photos. Some of them lazily leaned their heads on the chair with armrests, while others leaned on the border of the portrait. However, whether they narrowed a slit slightly showed that they were sleeping as usual.

Through the principal's desk that was shaped like a raven, Grindelwald and Allen, who had just arrived, chatted and greeted each other face to face, and a large plate of Scottish fried eggs were placed in front of Grindelwald.

Allen opened the drink cabinet under his desk and noticed that there was not enough stock inside. He shook his head, took out a wooden box from the drawer with a button on it, and then pressed it down in Grindelwald's inexplicable eyes.

Several large bottles of Coke were dragged by an exquisite silver tray and appeared on the principal's desk.

"This is my Coke button. Just press it and my house elf Maggie will replenish me some inventory..." Allen explained as he looked at Grindelwald. He put the excess into the beverage cabinet and piled it up again and iced it. He left a bottle of dark brown liquid into the transparent crystal cup, making a sound of bubbles breaking.

Then the ice cubes in the ice-making area of ​​the beverage cabinet flew into the air. Alan turned his head and looked at Grindelwald inquiring. After the other party nodded slightly, the neatly cut ice cubes fell into the crystal cup and hit the wall of the cup and made a crisp sound.

The two raised their glasses to each other, then took a big sip, and sat comfortably on the school bench.

"Since you sent someone to Neumungard, I have to drink about twelve cups a day... This is probably the only sweet thing I like more than Albus." Grindelwald glanced at the portraits on the surrounding walls, and his cheeks were slightly fat and his eyes were not as sharp as when he was released from prison. "Allen, these principals and people don't really look asleep. What's going on about me getting fat will not be leaked by them as a joke, right?"

Allen was stunned for a moment, then reacted, he raised his finger and shook it, "Gellert, I promise that the conversation between us will not be known by a third person, whether it is gaining weight or something else..."

Many of the portraits with closed eyes changed a little, and they were frustrated by the principal's constraints on their right to speak. However, they were all smart but they would not let them go of the content of their next conversation.

"Then I was just remembering one thing. Mr. Sclinger's death... Although it was basically replaced by other news, Alastor Moody, with his subordinates who had a good relationship with Sclinger in the Ministry of Magic, begged Albus to persuade me to help find information about the murderer." Grindelwald raised his chin and said immediately. He raised his finger and pointed to his eyes with unique gray-white pupils. "They wanted to find the Death Eaters who were attacking, so I went to the death scene and used my prophecy eye to help find some clues to the murderer... I did find the person who attacked the attacker at the scene professionally and used the spells to interfere with the general prophecy, but it seems that the murderer did not know much about our further ability..."

Alan frowned, his slender joints habitually tapped the tabletop. He glanced at the seat where Gellert sat, and his expression began to relax again. He said indifferently: "Since I haven't heard any rumors, it seems that they have not obtained any clues?"

"Yes, although those interferences have limited effect on the prophetic eyes, I still tried to cast spells to relieve the interference... But unfortunately, I made a mistake, and instead messed up the magic energy field there... But in order to maintain my decentness, I did not tell them that I accidentally made the interference stronger... I just told them that the interference was too strong here." Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, with a smirk on his lips, and he stretched out his palm to Allen, "I guess even if you pass by now, you can't find the truth with your eyes to predict... I'm sorry I messed up all this."

"Gellert, I won't do better than you." Allen stood up and leaned forward to join Grindelwald in Coke. "It's such a trouble for you. Next time, she will be more professional in dealing with such things."

After saying this, Allen and Grindelwald began to talk about their daily life in the floating city, and talked about some situations in college. While talking and laughing, the indoor atmosphere became more relaxed. Grindelwald became interested in the little hands on the table, teasing the pale big hand with his palm and turning it flexibly, making its spider-legged five fingers jump actively, as if dancing.

But suddenly, Allen stopped talking suddenly, and he waved his hand and Grindelwald's cups with a suspended spell to raise them, and then threw them out from the terrace where the stairs behind the desk lead to his private place. The movement woke Anka, who was sleeping on the perch, and raised his head.

Alan then poured a glass of milk for Grindelwald and himself. At this time, the sound came from the stairs. After a few knocks came, Hermione walked in, and Grindelwald suddenly realized.

Before the three people in the room could not even come and greet each other, Hermione was first welcomed by Anka. Anka, who was awakened by the perch, saw Hermione who made it more comfortable, flew directly to her head, and her golden tail feathers drooped on her shoulders.

"Anka, go back to your perch!" Hermione urged in a low voice, her smile a little stiff. With Grindelwald, an outsider, she felt that it was too indecent to hold a bird above her head.

"Miss Granger... I noticed that this phoenix seems to be willing to be close to you and Alan, and no one else can get its favor..." Grindelwald stood up and opened the seat for Hermione. "It is not easy to get close to the luxurious and proud magic creature like the Phoenix... This is an honor. Speaking of which, Albus's Fox is also so arrogant. Although he has known me since he was a child, he still doesn't like me very much until now..."

Thinking of Rianca's hostility and fear towards Luna on weekdays, and he would fight with Penelo from time to time... Hermione's smile expanded, and her bright smile showed her shrinking front teeth: "Thank you, I just like to talk about serious matters and just don't put it on my head."

After saying that, Hermione sat down with Anka, and she seemed much more open than usual when she encountered this situation.

"Hermione, you must not have eaten the breakfast in a hurry. Here are Scottish bombs and milk to deal with it first." After the principal's desk, Alan showed a complaining smile at Grindelwald, then glanced at Hermione. He felt that Hermione, who was easily motivated, was indeed cute to be so obediently against the phoenix.

Grindelwald also returned to his position: "By the way, Alan, Hermione, Albus and I have prepared some gifts for you and that little 'Boe' for Christmas, but then I want to go back to my aunt's house in the Godric Valley to celebrate the festival, so I plan to send it to you in advance..."

"That's really intentional... Hermione and I have prepared some gifts for you and Albus, but now the Floating City is a bit far from England, and if you use an owl, it's a bit too far... I'll send it to you tonight too." Allen's hands were held together, and he said to the two in front of him: "Since you're all here, let's talk about some serious things...Gellert, you've been to Hogwarts University for a while now, and I'm sure you know some outstanding students. I'm asking you to come here today, mainly because I want to ask you to help select college students who specialize in the defensive magic that I gave you, and then hand this list to Hermione."

"This is not a problem, but is this trying to make them? Please forgive my presumption. Most of the semester of combat training is probably not enough to give them the ability to surpass the Aurors." Grindelwald's slender fingers brushed his lips and repaired his beard very delicately. "The students are more focused on theoretical knowledge... Allen, you know, after you and Irving moved the treasures of the Mysterious Things Division to the university a while ago, the silent man, Professor Thor Crocker, was also forced to come to work as a part-time tutor. Recently, students and some teachers are very obsessed with these things..."
Chapter completed!