Some, like the Selwyn family, were gentle and cooperative in the face of their arrival.

Some are not very willing to cooperate...

Of course, Harry could always use the witcher's unique eloquence to persuade those who were unwilling to cooperate.

Three Broomsticks, Corner Location.

Wait for the drinks to be served.

Harry waved his wand and out flew a quill and parchment, writing a letter.

"Not even a single Horcrux was found." Dumbledore was a little surprised, holding the honey water.

Harry nodded, stuffed a piece of letter into the envelope and sealed it with wax. "It seems that our previous speculation was wrong. Voldemort did not trust his Death Eaters to that extent."

"Malfoy and Lestrange are the exceptions."

Dumbledore sipped the sticky honey water. "So where does he put it?"

"Did he have another childhood?" Harry inquired.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I'm afraid not. I've been to his orphanage. Almost a hundred years have passed, and the orphanage still exists. It's even better than before, but there are no Horcruxes there."

Harry tapped his hat to give it the message.

The two people were silent.

When Hedwig came over, Harry placed more than a dozen heavy letters in front of her.

The little girl tilted her head and gurgled twice.

The amount is wrong.

"If you borrow something from someone else, you have to return it." Harry stroked her fur.

Hedwig bit back, grabbed Harry's face, and stepped on it randomly - this summer vacation was not a good one at all. I couldn't go back to Privet Drive and eat the loving meals Petunia made for me every day. Even the summer vacation hasn't officially started yet, and I've been given such a heavy task, ten letters, ten in total!

And her owl instinct told her that these letters would have to travel all over Great Britain by themselves.

"Don't worry, we'll be back at Privet Drive this summer," Harry assured her.

Hedwig cooed twice.

"Well, I'm not sure how many days I'll stay." Harry nodded.

Hedwig looked at her with contempt, and she knew it! Ha, you still want to deceive yourself, no way!

She didn't pick up the letter, but flapped her wings and flew towards Hogwarts. Not long after, she brought an equal number of school owls, each of which delivered the letter and disappeared into the night.

"Oh, Hedwig really has... so many friends." Dumbledore pulled his beard and sighed.

Harry smiled, "It's all thanks to Aunt Petunia."

"Now that you mention it, I'm kind of curious about trying it." Dumbledore continued with emotion.

Harry looked at him with a complicated expression, reached into the Sorting Hat, took out a bag of owl rations, and threw it in front of him: "Don't eat too much, Hedwig knows all these."

"She used to keep all of this herself, but lately she's been eating more and flying less, and she's gained a lot of weight, so she gave the rations to me to keep, fearing that she couldn't control her mouth."

"But she calculates how much to save and how much to eat."

Dumbledore opened his mouth. "I don't mean to say that I want to eat owl rations."

He picked up the bag honestly, opened it, pinched out a grain and put it into his mouth.

"By the way, has the house of the old lady that Tom hooked up with been searched?" Harry thought of something and asked while cleaning the table.

Dumbledore shook his head: "Harry, you don't have to worry about that. Her relatives will be more careful than us."

“That’s her legacy.”

At this point, he paused for a moment, his expression and tone somewhat complicated: "I went to see it, the house had long been occupied by homeless people, it was very clean inside, even the floor had been torn up."

The death of an elderly widower.

What accompanies it is not only a silent death, but also a fierce fight for inheritance.

"Don't worry, I won't do that." Harry comforted him, "And I'm here to protect your home."

"Um……"

"Do you still have a home?"

"I mean everything outside of Hogwarts that belongs to Dumbledore."

Dumbledore finished the rest of the honey water and said, "Harry, don't make me sound like I'm homeless and have to stay in Hogwarts."

Harry didn't finish his words, but the look he gave him was filled with a rhetorical question of "Isn't it?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said seriously, "Dumbledore's old house, but I haven't been back for a long time, and neither has Aberforth."

"You both seem to have no children," Harry asked him. "Is Mr. Aberforth like you?"

Dumbledore fell silent and shook his head: "Aberforth is different from me."

"he……"

"He's always been a good Dumbledore, I'm not, I'm just Albus."

He didn't say the rest, but Harry understood him.

Albus destroyed Aberforth's foundation as Dumbledore.

"Is it possible that Voldemort placed a Horcrux in Avalon?" Harry suddenly asked.

Dumbledore's expression was serious.

"Avalon, the land of miracles." Harry tapped the table and continued, "It's possible that he could find the legendary Holy Grail and turn it into a Horcrux. Didn't he say that he had been to Avalon?"

"That's quite possible," Dumbledore agreed.

Harry picked up the cup: "Albus, take me to see your old lover."

"See him?" Dumbledore paused, looking guilty.

Harry nodded: "He told me that he knew the news about Avalon."

"And doesn't he have the third eye? Maybe he knows more about Horcruxes. You never asked him, did you?"

Speaking of this.

He paused and lowered his voice: "Besides, the commission must be resolved. I have met with Aberforth and I have to meet with Grindelwald."

Dumbledore frowned and rubbed his temple with his hand: "Of course..."

"You make a lot of sense."

"But Avalon is not that easy to find. Even Gellert and I couldn't find it back then."

"We can try to look for it first..."

"Hermione has collected a lot of information for me." Harry waved his wand, and a notebook half as thick as his fist flew out of the Sorting Hat and landed heavily on the table. "She has been helping me since the summer vacation of my third year. The myths and legends among ordinary people and the word-of-mouth of wizards are all here."

"And she made a magic book."

Harry raised his hand and tapped it gently.

The notebook flipped open and opened halfway, completely blank, without any words.

"Just write down what you want to know," Harry introduced. "She's very smart, isn't she? She made a magic prop based on Tom's Horcrux."

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, picked up the notebook and flipped open it.

He saw through the magical aura above.

"What a clever idea." Dumbledore was surprised. "Is Hermione's study notes like this too?"

Harry nodded.

"Then after she graduates, I will make a copy of her notes and put them in the library. They are so valuable." Dumbledore sighed, produced a feather pen with interest, and began to ask questions.

Harry stared at him expressionlessly. "Professor Dumbledore, don't try to change the subject."

Dumbledore froze.

"Don't let your personal emotional problems interfere with important matters." Harry held the cup and tapped the table, his tone serious and emphasizing.

Dumbledore sighed, "Well, if you want."

He called to Madame Rosmerta and asked her to prepare some food and drink for him.

Late at night, he grabbed Harry's wrist, Apparated, and the two disappeared at the door of the tavern. The next second, they appeared in the mountains.

In front of them was a huge, tall, sharp castle.

There was a smell of newly released magic, the castle had been tidied up and looked brand new, and there was a huge sentence engraved on the wall of the entrance - "For the greater good", and the traces were also very new.

"He knew we were coming." Harry felt the aura, "and he cleaned the castle on purpose."

Dumbledore said nothing and walked inside.

Harry followed.

As soon as I reached the door, the wooden door opened with a bang, and the trumpets, drums, and violins on the walls around me started playing together, and a red carpet floated out.

"Very enthusiastic." Harry raised an eyebrow.

Dumbledore still said nothing.

They walked along the red carpet to the end. The hall had been redecorated. The floor was as clean as new and could reflect people's shadows. There was an extremely long table with three sets of exquisite tableware and a variety of decorations on it. The most eye-catching one was a piece of mistletoe placed in the center, and the gorgeous violets.

"welcome!"

The old man sitting in the main seat stood up and clapped softly.

"My dear Albus Dumbledore, how long has it been since we last met?"

Dumbledore replied quietly, "Fifty-one years."

"It's fifty years and three hundred and forty-three days." He shook his head and said softly with a cheerful tone, "I'm so glad - in the future I originally saw, we would lose the chance to meet forever after fifty-one years and three hundred and fifty days."

"In the limited time we still have in life, I hope we can see each other again."

Harry said nothing.

Grindelwald turned his head and looked at him: "Oh, yes, and Mr. Potter."

"An unexpected child who changed his destiny."

Harry's expression changed slightly.

"Accidental Child" is a very familiar name - almost every witcher is an "accidental child", Geralt, Ciri, and myself.

But I didn't expect to hear this name again from Grindelwald's mouth.

he……

Like Dumbledore, he has the power to see into people's hearts: "Don't worry, Potter, there's too much about you that I can't see clearly."

He raised his hand and pointed to his eyes, which had the same color as Dumbledore's: "The third eye is not omnipotent."

“It can only tell me the direction, but it can’t specify the outcome I want.”

Harry nodded.

Grindelwald clapped his hands again: "Sit down, I am ready to entertain you."

Harry looked at the empty long table: "Invite us to have a drink?"

"This is Nurmengard, a prison, Mr. Potter." Grindelwald waved his hand, and the things in Dumbledore's pocket flew out. "What I can prepare is the limit of what the Transfiguration Spell can do."

"Of course, I know full well that my dear Albus will prepare these for me."