Harry Potter: Miss Malfoy

Chapter 237: The Second Teacher: Gellert Grindelwald

Preface: The gifts and red envelopes from the past two days are enough to add an extra chapter. I will add another chapter! I guess I won’t be able to add it tomorrow? After all, it’s still quite far from the extra chapter line...

Draco felt a sense of novelty in walking through the campus invisibly under Dumbledore's Disillusionment Charm.

My heels stepped firmly on the grass, and the slightly damp and cold air seeped into my stockings, making me feel a little uncomfortable from being wrapped in dampness.

However, even though the feeling was so real, I couldn't see myself at all when I looked around.

Dumbledore deliberately slowed his pace so that he could walk side by side.

On the way to the school gate, Dumbledore said nothing, looking at him from time to time.

It seemed like it was waiting for me to ask questions.

Even so, Draco couldn't find the right words to start.

He felt both unfamiliar and respectful towards the wise and mysterious headmaster, but at the same time he was wary of the Dark Lord. He could only hesitate between words and was secretly angry with himself.

They arrived in front of the door in silence, with Dumbledore's wrist holding the wand half hanging.

With a swing of the staff, the heavy iron door opened.

Dumbledore was in no hurry to leave.

He stopped, looked back toward the castle, and spoke softly, "I want to thank you for Harry."

The old headmaster's sudden words were like a spell that hit Draco when he was completely unprepared.

He forcibly pulled out of his heart the disappointed expression on Harry's face and the resentful comments in the classroom.

Thinking back to the last time I saw Dumbledore, I risked my life to accompany Harry to the trial. The indescribable grievance and bitterness blew away the warmth brought by the cloak with the evening breeze.

My body trembled involuntarily, my limbs were cold, and I had to bite my lower lip tightly.

I lowered my head, afraid that I would burst into tears if I wasn't careful.

Suddenly he felt Dumbledore's left palm patting him gently.

When he spoke again, he seemed to know everything, and his tone was a little more mature: "The harm caused by impulse is often more cruel because it is unintentional."

Draco raised his head and looked at Dumbledore. His words seemed to contain deep sadness and regret, far more than the comfort given to him by the words.

Draco forgot that his eyes were still wet and stared at the headmaster blankly.

Dumbledore blinked, and his sadness was instantly replaced by tenderness.

"The next period of time will be very difficult for Harry, and I'm sure it will be for you too.

However, some damage is not irreparable, it just may take a long way around. "

The old principal spoke as he took a step forward.

"I think you remember that sometimes, a little more detour can help you achieve your goal faster."

Draco hurriedly followed, and asked in his usual meaningful style: "Are we also in a detour, Professor Dumbledore?"

"Professor Snape always speaks highly of you."

Dumbledore laughed at his own question. "I think so, Draco. We are also on the detour."

After he finished speaking, he raised his left hand, indicating that he would help him up: "You are familiar with disappearing shadows, right?"

Draco shook his head and gently placed his hand on Dumbledore's.

-

What I felt again was the sudden and strong snowstorm.

Draco narrowed his eyes and took a few steps back until Dumbledore's palm pressed on his shoulder.

He hugged his cloak tightly, and when Dumbledore stood in front of him to block the wind and snow, he opened his eyes slightly and couldn't help but hold his breath at the scenery that came into his sight.

He and Professor Dumbledore were on a dark spire, gazing at the endless valleys covered with snow all year round.

Draco turned around and looked around.

It seems that the foothold is a towering fortress made of black rock on a mountain top surrounded by mountains.

Although the frost and wind on the rock surface showed that the castle was far from its glorious days, the dark, mottled walls, isolated in the misty snow scene, still looked imposing.

Compared to the quaint image of Hogwarts reflected in the beautiful lake scenery, this castle conveys the loneliness and arrogance of being alone in the world in the wind and snow.

"Nurmengarde."

When he saw the look of respect and fear in Draco's eyes, Dumbledore smiled and spoke.

"This year, for some of your courses, you will have two teachers."

Draco tilted his head in confusion.

Dumbledore extended his hand and invited himself gentlemanly: "Unfortunately, we can only visit secretly and cannot enter or exit through the main door.

I will explain the course in detail inside. "

As Dumbledore spoke, he raised his wand and gently tapped the stone window on the wall that was so small that even a person could not fit in it.

The stone next to the small window instantly flipped inward, as if to welcome Dumbledore's arrival, revealing the stone chamber behind the wall.

Before jumping into the room, Dumbledore said to Draco cheerfully, "Come in, no matter how long you stay in the cold, you won't grow fur."

Draco frowned as he listened to the old headmaster's cryptic words. Helpless laughter also echoed in the room behind the stone wall.

After Dumbledore jumped down, the stone bricks instantly recovered and returned to the small window that did not allow anyone to enter or exit.

The room was much warmer, but it made Draco even more curious.

Although this was the highest room in the castle tower, there was no stove to keep people warm.

There was nothing in the stone chamber except a stone bed.

On the stone bed, there lay an old man wearing only a thin robe and with a nonchalant look on his face.

The old man was very thin, and his shaved head only made his sharp features more prominent.

There was a gleam of light hidden in those bored eyes, and the heterochromatic pupils seemed to be able to see through the fate of the visitor at a glance.

The old man raised his right hand and pointed three fingers at the vaulted ceiling of the stone chamber, seemingly giving orders.

Draco realized that even though he had no wand, the old man was still staring at a fireball in the vault with a look of great interest.

Only then did he realize the reason for the warmth in the room, but was immediately shocked by the old man.

His magic doesn't even require a wand?

The surprise of this first meeting was soon overwhelmed by a new wave of information.

Dumbledore motioned for Draco to step forward, put away his wand, and approach the old man.

"This is our student, Gellert," Dumbledore said softly.

Despite his calm voice, Draco seemed to be able to sense the beating of the headmaster's heart.

The old man stood up, and Draco had a chance to take a closer look at his appearance.

Although he was not as tall as Dumbledore, his cool cheeks and delicate and deep facial features gave Draco a temperament that made him feel closer.

I have a vague intuition that compared to Dumbledore who is always so upright, he may be someone closer to my family history.

The old man also stared at Draco, seeming to have similar thoughts.

Suddenly, the pale right eye opened wide, while the normal left eye clearly flashed a complex expression.

"It's my pleasure, Draco Malfoy." Draco bowed politely.

The old man nodded and opened his mouth slightly.

The voice that flowed from his lips was like warm spring water soothing his heart, and Draco couldn't help but want to listen to more of the old man's conversation.

"Gellert Grindelwald."

When I came to my senses, I remembered the name the old man had mentioned, and my heart suddenly trembled.

I thought of my little cousin who I could only meet at the bottom of the meditation basin, and the deep regret under the pale face of the little lion - if only I could live in Grindelwald's era.