LRAB Chapter 339: Nostalgia?
Chapter 339: Nostalgia?
Chapter 339 Nostalgia?
Alison walked slowly.
Skeeter's death went by quietly.
The red-haired little wizard did not have any negative emotions towards killing, nor did he have any literary feelings of "constantly washing his hands, feeling that his hands were covered in blood, and wanting to vomit."
The first kill in the real world was quite calm and uneventful, and it felt no different from killing those NPCs in the game world.
Maybe it's because the person I killed with my own hands, rammed a needle into her brain and buried her deep under the rose bushes was just a beetle, so even though I knew she was actually a human, it was still difficult to empathize with her?
As for telling the fathers what just happened...
No need.
When Madame Maxime sees tomorrow morning that nothing has happened, she will realize that Hogwarts must have contributed and will remember the favor.
As it concerns such privacy, the French witch who pays great attention to etiquette and face will not go to Dumbledore to confirm in person.
As for her oath in the name of her fathers, she would tell them about Hagrid's unwarranted slander of Madame Maxime, suppress the eavesdropper's nonsense, and ensure that this matter would not have any negative impact...
Which one was not done?
Her fathers already knew from the prophecy what Hagrid would do, and that Skeeter would use Hagrid to attack Dumbledore - although the Ministry of Magic was now busy with Dumbledore because of the portal, and was unlikely to allow Skeeter to make random comments, and Grindelwald's existence was also a deterrent - but the two of them didn't care about this boring public opinion attack.
Skeeter's nonsense...
Well, it was indeed suppressed, but it was done through physical means.
There won't be any negative impact at all - because she was exaggerating and making it up from beginning to end.
If the fathers were told directly, and they were anxious to communicate with each other, Skeeter's disappearance could not be concealed, and it would be easy for two smart people to guess that she had committed murder.
Her father wouldn't want to know she killed someone.
Dad always thought that Alison was a child who gradually became better due to the influence of the environment...
But Alison knew that she didn't seem to have changed at all.
Once the interests that she cares about are truly affected, she will always take extreme measures to eliminate the trouble forever, unlike her father who cares about feelings and human lives.
Alison concealed the strange excitement and madness in her eyes, and when she looked up again, all that was left were her clear eyes and that innocent, cute, but slightly naughty smile.
She stabbed those pairs of mandarin ducks who were having secret meetings one by one.
I especially like to pick on others when they kiss me.
It’s like I’m a single guy and I can’t stand seeing others doing better than me.
There were a lot of screams coming from the rose bushes, and the couples of senior students who were just beginning to fall in love fled in panic. No one dared to resist the devil...
Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately.
I just don’t know whether this embarrassing escape together will separate a few pairs of mandarin ducks, or make some pairs of mandarin ducks more loyal than ever.
Dumbledore was in the Great Hall, listening to the screams without surprise.
At this point, all he could do was sigh and look on with a headache as couples hurried back to the auditorium to avoid the naughty children.
But he couldn't go up to comfort her. It would be even more awkward for the principal to go up to comfort her in such a situation.
Grindelwald always has a way to divert or attract Dumbledore's attention.
Under the old devil's charm like a peacock spreading its feathers, the old principal quickly put all the mess behind him temporarily, and the two of them spent a wonderful Christmas night together.
……
The Christmas holiday and the days after were quite peaceful.
Madame Maxime became a little more friendly towards other people in Hogwarts on a daily basis, but she no longer paid attention to Hagrid and became completely cold.
Behind the scenes, Alison explained to Dumbledore that she encountered Hagrid telling Madame Maxime about the half-giant's origin, and wanted to call the headmaster of Beauxbatons a fellow giant...
She stepped forward to help interrupt the rude words and saved Madam Maxime's face. I guess she had a good impression of Hogwarts because of this.
Alison was just a little liar who cheated everywhere, but she just calculated that Dumbledore would keep his distance and would not really ask Hagrid about the details of this "relationship issue" that had already been blown up.
If Dumbledore had chosen to ask Hagrid a question, he might have noticed Miss Beetle, who only existed in Alison's mouth but completely disappeared throughout the entire plot.
"She Disappeared"
Dumbledore indeed smiled without asking any questions and focused on playing with Alison.
As for whether he noticed something was wrong, or even noticed that Alison had broken her vow by killing Skeeter...
With Dumbledore's keen sense, he had sensed something more or less - for example, there were fewer fabricated headlines in the daily Prophet. It couldn't be that Skeeter had resigned!
This was something that crossed his bottom line in a sense. Sometimes it reminded him of Tom in fifth grade, who killed Myrtle through the basilisk, made Horcruxes, and covered up the truth with lies...
But in the end he said nothing, just remained silent, acting like an old father who could do nothing about his daughter.
Every day, as usual, she would ask Alison with a smile whether she slept well, whether she had fun, and whether she read more books...
Not deaf or dumb, not a family man.
He loved Alison, so he wanted Alison to be on the right path more than anyone else.
Once the bottom line is crossed, there will be a second time, a third time... It will gradually be broken bit by bit, and finally collapse completely, becoming something that people hate, detest, and fear, and it will be unrecognizable.
Alison's perfectly concealed appearance, as if her life had passed without leaving any trace, was very similar to Gellert and Tom...
He didn't know what would happen in the end if he let things go on like this.
After all, if he develops into an ambitious dark lord who brings disaster to the whole world...
Dumbledore saw clearly that what Alison wanted had never changed. For her, the most important thing was always Dumbledore and Grindelwald, not power and status.
She is the daughter of Dumbledore and Grindelwald. Standing on the shoulders of her parents, she has too many things at her fingertips, which makes her lose interest.
He sighed and suppressed all the complicated worries in his heart.
He told himself again that no matter what, he had to always believe - and must convey this knowledge to Alison - that Alison was essentially a good child.
With him and Gail around, Alison wouldn't really go to the step he didn't want to see.
But sometimes, when it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Dumbledore would think of something uncontrollably.
All kinds of complicated memories emerged, and the old images of old friends appeared in my dreams.
The memory of an old man is too heavy, having witnessed and carried the birth and death of too many lives...
Finally, these chaotic and complicated memories settled down, leaving only the red-haired little boy who once ran and played carefree on the fertile plains...
His most carefree childhood.
Dumbledore suddenly opened his eyes, and beads of sweat covered his forehead.
Grindelwald beside him was awakened by his movement. He opened his eyes drowsily, his voice hoarse and sleepy.
"Al?...What's wrong?"
Grindelwald thought he was having a nightmare and put his arm around his shoulders soothingly.
With the light from the fireplace, he could see Dumbledore's sweaty pajamas clearly. He picked up someone's wand on the bedside and cast a cleansing spell, then kissed his lover on the forehead.
Dumbledore rubbed his face, then hugged him sideways, his tone a little tired: "It's okay, I just suddenly remembered some...past events."
He did not tell Grindelwald about the things in his dream, but only urged him in a low voice: "It's late, go to bed quickly."
Grindelwald didn't ask any more questions, but just rested his chin on his shoulder, his breathing gradually calming down.
The hazy moonlight outside the window is blocked by the curtains, which adds a bit of tranquility and beauty to the night.
The weather has been good over the recent Christmas holidays, with little heavy snow.
Dumbledore also closed his eyes, trying not to think about those messy things, and slowly fell asleep again.
At least everything now is not a bad ending.
As for Alison, he was confident enough that as long as he told her to stop, she would listen - even if she would do some sneaky tricks behind his back to compete with him in wits and courage.
……
When he woke up the next day, the sunlight was much more penetrating than the moonlight, and it poured directly into the bedroom through the window, making Dumbledore feel better.
There is a fireplace in the room, which is warm and doesn't feel cold even in early January.
Dumbledore stretched his body, sat up from the bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes, put on his glasses, lifted the quilt, got out of bed and washed.
Grindelwald had woken up a long time ago, but he just stayed in bed with his eyes closed.
Hearing the sound of Dumbledore getting out of bed to wash, he opened his eyes, half-sat up lazily, yawned, and watched Dumbledore walk into the bathroom to wash, then change his clothes and come out.
It’s still the holiday, and didn’t I wake up in the middle of the night last night? It’s not often that I stay in bed in the middle of winter…
Staying in bed is a good universal civilization...
The old devil turned his face to the side and buried it in the soft pillow, saying in a muffled voice: "Al, why did you get up so early on vacation? You didn't sleep well last night..."
Hearing his words, Dumbledore couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you awake too? Why don't you get up?"
Grindelwald turned over again like a big cat, revealing a strange eye from the pillow, staring straight at Dumbledore.
"You are not allowed to accompany Alison. You have to accompany me."
Although Grindelwald was slightly inferior to the two ruthless men in layout design, he was still sensitive and smart about some things that had happened - what's more, he understood Dumbledore's mind.
The two of them lived together every day, so he could naturally sense the worry that Dumbledore had recently revealed behind Alison's back...
Did Alison, that naughty kid, really kill someone?
He leaned against the head of the bed with his arms folded and his head slightly tilted back, with a kind of laziness and a meaningful hint.
"...She is old enough now, it's time for her to learn to leave her father and solve her problems on her own."
Dumbledore paused, stopping short.
Of course he could understand what Grindelwald meant.
Alison was able to cover up the murder and act like a spoiled child in front of him calmly...
To kill or not to kill is the choice of the grown-up Alison.
Grindelwald actually doesn't want to see Alison go down the same path that he has with his hands stained with blood, but Alison doesn't have the ambition to rule the world. What really needs to be controlled is themselves, so that Alison doesn't have to physically eliminate all the existence that may threaten them.
Dumbledore sighed, turned around, and sat back on the bed, taking off his shoes. It was considered a compromise, and he prepared to go to bed for a nap.
"I know...but as a father, I can't help but be a little worried."