Dumbledore knew how to stab Grindelwald in the heart.
A casual remark almost made Grindelwald so angry he almost vomited blood.
But he still managed to hold back.
He dared not act recklessly in front of Dumbledore.
The little one was gnawing on its paws, secretly watching the unfamiliar grandfather.
The swaying of the nine tails also slowed down.
Why did Grandpa close his eyes?
The child sensed that Grandpa was angry.
Why are you angry?
The child couldn't understand it, because the strange grandfather quickly disappeared from the room.
"Awooo?"
Where did Grandpa go?
The little one pointed to the empty sofa and looked up to ask Dumbledore.
Dumbledore simply patted the baby's head and coaxed him gently.
"Grandpa has gone back to where he belongs."
The little one nodded as if he understood, then buried his head in Dumbledore's arms and rubbed against him.
...
"Draco!"
A dignified female voice rang out in the classroom.
The young master, who was in a daze, was caught red-handed by Minerva.
"Do you need me to tell your father about your performance in my class?"
Minerva leaned against the podium with one hand, questioning Draco in a stern voice. The cold air emanating from her body almost froze the students around her.
"I'm sorry, no..."
An apology slipped out unconsciously, and everyone in the classroom stared in disbelief.
All the intense gazes were directed at Draco.
Draco swallowed hard, then lowered his head and fell silent, a rare occurrence for him.
Xiao Long felt like he had said "I'm sorry" so many times at the Death Eaters' meeting table during the holiday that it had almost become his catchphrase.
The once arrogant young master, who knew nothing of apology, had witnessed the horrific state of each Death Eater after being tortured by Voldemort at a Death Eater meeting, and was now completely broken.
"Oh, Draco, it seems you've really grown a lot after the holiday."
Professor McGonagall was somewhat relieved and did not pursue the matter further, returning to the podium to continue her lecture.
"Oh, Harry, did you hear that? Draco, Draco actually apologized!"
The three children walked up the spiral staircase, discussing something, with Ron unable to hide his excitement.
"Perhaps this world is really going to be destroyed."
Harry looked up and joked.
Ron previously stated that the only way to get Draco to apologize would be for the world to end.
"Besides Voldemort, who else would want to destroy the world?"
Hermione squeezed between Harry and Ron, successfully pushing Harry off the table.
Hearing Hermione's somewhat nonsensical remark, it seemed to have nothing to do with apologizing to Draco.
But Harry suddenly stopped.
"Harry, what's wrong?"
Ron tugged at his sleeve, following Harry's gaze downwards.
It is Draco standing at the very bottom of the spiral staircase, looking up.
Harry wasn't sure if Draco was looking at him.
Noticing their gaze, Draco hurriedly left.
"Hiss, Draco's behavior is so abnormal."
Hermione rested her elbows on the stair railing, propping her head up as she looked down.
"Didn't Teacher Muse teach about physiognomy? It's about judging a person's personality from their appearance."
"Don't you guys think Draco's appearance seems to have changed?"
"When you put it that way, it does seem so."
"It doesn't seem so annoying anymore."
Ron stroked his chin thoughtfully, then nudged Harry in the back.
What do you think?
Harry stared in the direction Draco had left and nodded slightly.
"Let's go down first, so we don't block others on the stairs."
Hermione tugged at Ron's sleeve, making room for the people behind her who wanted to go down the stairs but were blocked by them.
The two then began to walk down.
As they walked, they realized that Harry had fallen behind. The two little ones turned around and saw that Harry was still standing there blankly.
"Harry, what are you thinking about?"
"Have you thought of something?"
Hermione frowned, her tone uncertain.
No, no.
Harry snapped out of his daze and was quickly pulled away by Hermione's hand.
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