HP: It's a snake, not a badger.

Chapter 21 The Reconciliation Plan

After the Christmas holidays, the young wizards gradually returned to school.

Harry got up early and waited at the school gate. He couldn't wait to see Draco and ask him if he wanted to be with him. The thought made the little boy blush.

Emeric, who was most eager to see his two younger brothers get into trouble, still couldn't escape a beating; Dumbledore got beaten up by Gellert.

Two days ago, thinking that the holiday was coming to an end, Emeric was preparing to go to the principal's office to see how his two grandfathers' relationship was going.

"Sizzling Honey Candy"

"Eri, what brings you here? Are you feeling unwell?" Dumbledore's concerned tone pleased Emeric.

Only someone as gentle as water can control Gellert. Not only is he gentle, but he is also highly skilled in combat, and on top of that, he is good-looking.

"Grandpa Albus, isn't Gellert here?"

"Gale went back to Nurmengard to retrieve something. Is there something you need? You could tell me; I think I'm better suited for conversation than he is?"

Worried that the child might go hungry, I laid out several stacks of snacks and asked the little elf to bring two cups of black tea with a little sugar, just in case Gellert catches him eating candy and he throws a tantrum.

"These are things I collected when I was a child. Although I don't know what happened between you, I think they might be helpful."

Emeric handed him a notebook filled with different pages, all written in Gellert's handwriting. It started with love poems, then turned into a jealousy diary, and later into a confession. The last page was very new: "Al, it's good to die at the hands of the same person as you."

No one spoke in the room. The portraits on the walls were all covered up, and only the sound of turning pages could be heard. Dumbledore closed the book with trembling hands. "Allie, thank you for showing me this, but he and I can't go back to the way things were. There are too many things between us."

"May I ask if it has anything to do with Ariana? If it's nothing else, you don't need to worry at all. Gellert does want to reform, that's true, but after being an empty nester for so many years, I think it's time for him to learn to compromise for love."

Dumbledore was speechless, and tried to cover his embarrassment by drinking tea. It was the first time he had been teased about love by a child. "Let's not talk about that. What's going on between Harry and Draco? Do you know?" He was trying to divert attention with another gossip, but unfortunately, he failed.

"If it's related to Ariana, you should have her hair or blood, right? If not, you'll have to dig up her grave. That's a bit offensive, but there are some unique magics in Aldrickson's legacy."

"What do you mean? Why do you want Ariana's things?"

Seeing that Dumbledore had finally lost his composure, Emeric felt that his plan to resolve the conflict at the head of the bed was half successful, and he was no longer prepared to keep the suspense a secret.

"Gellert should have told you Thaddeus's secret, but he doesn't know Aldrickson's secret. If you can prepare an alchemical body, Aldrickson has a way to bring her back to life, but of course, you'll have to pay the price."

As he spoke, he poured tea for Dumbledore, but to show his innocence, he poured himself a cup first and took a sip.

"What is the price? What kind of body is required for alchemy?"

"It requires a large amount of blood from relatives: blood voluntarily donated by unicorns, blood from thunderbirds, blood and tears from phoenixes, blood and saliva from qilin, and mucus from giant squid. These need to be used to soak the body. The person's bones, hair, or blood will all do. It's for summoning the soul, something to exchange with the Grim Reaper. You don't need to prepare this; just give me the cash. For the alchemical body, it needs to have all the internal organs intact, and preferably look similar to her original appearance."

"Child, if you don't tell me the price of this exchange, I will not accept this deal. Ariana will not be willing to harm others in exchange for her own resurrection."

Dumbledore was not blinded by the temptation of resurrection; the principle of not letting children take risks was etched into his soul.

Seeing the stubborn old man staring at him, he knew that the old man wouldn't be at ease for a while if he didn't explain clearly. "It's my magic, all of my magic. Aldrickson's magic always carries a huge amount of life force. Death is obsessed with life force. Silas's power will ensure that after I'm weak for a while, I will regain my magic without damaging my body. I will just be weak for a while and need someone to protect me during this time. I will turn back into a cub."

"How do you prove that, Airi? You need to convince me with facts."

Emeric enjoyed this care; he grasped Dumbledore's hand, and in an instant, a surge of life force rushed toward Dumbledore.

Nearly a third of the magic flowed to Dumbledore, and he found that all the pain he had suffered over the years had been relieved. An ordinary young wizard would riot if he lost so much magic, but Emeric did not; his magic began to recover.

After observing him carefully and finding that Emerick was alright, Dumbledore took a sip of tea to calm himself down. "You were too impulsive. If I were the bad guy, you would have been drained of your life force."

"Firstly, because Gellert loves you, and secondly, because he is the greatest white wizard. Finally, if anyone really wants to do this, he will have to face the wrath of nature and bear the wrath of Silas."

Emeric saw with satisfaction that the teacup was empty. He had sent a letter to Gellert just before entering his office, which should arrive soon, containing a gold ring for Dumbledore.

"Albus, I think you'll need this. If you have any further questions, you can ask my father and father-in-law. They'll answer them for Gellert's sake."

Just then, Gellert pushed the door open and came in, took the teacup that Emeric handed him, and took a sip.

A pleasant fragrance wafted through the air. "Have a wonderful evening, I'll be going now~"

After saying that, he left. Gellert and Dumbledore felt very hot, and the two of them turned into 18-year-olds again. "That brat, when did he drug me? Gellert, beat him up tomorrow."

The European jealous king, happily embracing his wife and agreeing to anything, suddenly noticed a ring on Al's hand. Consumed by jealousy, he grabbed it, spilling a bunch of "toys." His eyes held a strange glint. "Didn't I satisfy you? Al, why didn't you come to me if you wanted more?!"

Dumbledore felt he couldn't explain himself. "It was given to me by Ellie, um... don't use it on me, take it away, ha..."

18-year-old Dumbledore was fresh and juicy, while 18-year-old Gellert was full of bull-like strength.

The next day, chaos erupted in the headmaster's office as Gellert tried to catch the erratic Emeric, while Dumbledore kept a close eye on Gellert, preventing him from letting him go easy on him.

Emeric was too young and was caught off guard by Gellert, who tied him up and gave him a few spankings before Severus appeared in the room.

"Well, Dumbledore, aren't you most fond of your Golden Boy? He went into the Forbidden Forest alone last night and almost got killed by the Eight-Eyed Spider."

"What do you mean by 'favorite boy'? Can't you like someone else, Al?"

"What? Harry ran into the Eight-Eyed Spider? Thank you, Severus. I'll go check it out."

Severus killed two men with a single sentence and then casually took Emeric back to the cellar.

"You're still on good terms with the old bee, huh? You got beaten up, didn't you? The Sorting Hat should have sorted you into Gryffindor."

"Severus, how can you swear at me like that??? I'm not stupid, their twilight romance is so awkward and it makes me uncomfortable, and Gellert's hit hurt so much."

Emeric grabbed Severus's sleeve and started to whine, knowing he couldn't resist this.

Sure enough, a bottle of potion was shoved into his hand, and he was told to drink it and sit down.

(I always feel like I'm out of character, no, that's true)