I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Dumbledore returned to Berlin, but left Rove in this place where nothing shit happened, leaving the boy speechless.

Not to mention letting him go back to Karin's house to eat, drink, and live, even if he stays in the German Ministry of Magic, it's better than staying in Nurmengard with Grindelwald, a bad old man, right?

Of course, Rove will definitely not show this dislike in front of Grindelwald.

It's not that Grindelwald is scared, it's just because Rove is a person with quality, self-cultivation, and high EQ... For Dumbledore's sake, let's leave three points for the former Dark Lord.

But Rove still seriously underestimated the harshness of the environment, especially when it was dinner time, he looked at the food Grindelwald prepared for him, and he was stunned in place.

It was a loaf of brown German black bread hollowed out in the middle and filled with broth.

Rove squeezed the black bread. His hands were not weak, but he couldn't squeeze the bread, just like holding a stone.

It was as hard as Hagrid's rock cake, and it didn't feel out of place when used as a hammer!

The broth was even worse beyond description. It was said that the sewage was taken from the dead fountain on the roof, and Rove believed it.

There were one or two pieces of whitish meat floating on the yellowed and smelly soup. Rove guessed it was rat meat.

This is not rat meat. Grindelwald sat cross-legged on a stone, picked up a pinch of salt with his thumb and forefinger, and sprinkled it into his soup.

That's the meat of Evil King. You can't eat this kind of wild game in England. I caught it specially for you.

Rove poked the pieces of meat with a fork, pulled the corner of his mouth and said, Thank you very much.

Evil spirits are magical creatures unique to Germany. Rove has never tasted them, but if an animal can flood a country, the meat quality will be very ordinary to a large extent.

What's more, with Grindelwald's approach, no matter how delicious the meat is, it will become pig food.

You're welcome, let me take good care of you before Albus leaves. Grindelwald stuffed a spoonful of broth into his mouth and said with a smile:

It doesn't look like it looks good, but it doesn't make you sick if you eat it. The more attractive the food, the more careful it is.

Grindelwald said, and put a few elderberry leaves into Rove's bowl, highlighting a meat and vegetable combination.

Grindelwald tore off a piece of bread and threw it into the broth. The broth softened the black bread before he chewed it.

Seeing that the boy still didn't move his mouth, the old man said softly:

If you really don't like eating evil spirits, let me catch some beetles and earthworms for you. They are easy to find, just kick over a stone.

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Rove sighed slightly. He stared at the black bread and said silently:

This is not bread soup, this is not bread soup, this is eel noodle... this is eel noodle.

He scooped up another piece of meat with a spoon, and muttered, This is not a devil, this is a fat intestine...

Rove swallowed the piece of meat in one gulp, without even chewing, just swallowed the piece of salty fatty meat, but it got stuck in his throat, choking him, he hurriedly hammered his chest, and coughed.

How is it? Does it taste good? Grindelwald smiled and said, I like it, and I'll catch the devil for you tomorrow.

Rove put the bowl on the ground in distaste, and he thought again: Are there a lot of evil spirits here?

The back mountains are full of floods. Grindelwald said calmly, Many walls of Nurmengard collapsed because of the evil spirits. They stole a lot of bricks and stones and took them to build their own nests. gone.

Rove was amazed, it was really powerless for the beasts in Nancun to bully me, as a magizoologist, he had to help Grindelwald solve this problem.

Grindelwald wiped the corner of his mouth and asked, Why don't you eat?

I'm full. Rove planned to go back to his box at night and start another small stove. Let's forget about the meat of the evil spirit.

He quickly opened his box again, picked up a crystal skull, and handed it to Grindelwald: What you want!

Grindelwald took the skull, and two blood-red eyes suddenly appeared in the empty eye sockets of the skull.

The two eyes rolled around, and then slowly stopped after a while, staring at the old man, and asked in a hoarse, uncertain tone, Are you Grindelwald?

Egg, long time no see. The old man looked at him calmly.

Grindelwald, you look like a half corpse. The skull said in surprise, Why are you so much older than when I was separated?

Yeah, time makes people old. Grindelwald straightened his creaking knees slowly and tremblingly, and he paced slowly:

I'm sure I can't compare with you, I can live forever.

You... The skull suddenly panicked: You don't mean to kill me, do you?

Yi Ge, I didn't kill your dragon disaster back then, so naturally I won't now. The old man gathered his robe and said with a light smile:

Although I am old, our agreement is still valid. Even if one day I die, someone will help me complete the agreement with you, don't worry!

Really? Skull looked at the old man suspiciously. He knew Grindelwald's ability, but he didn't believe that he could find a successor who was close to his strength.

Egg, you can only trust me. Grindelwald smiled slightly, and he waved his arm again, and the skull disappeared out of thin air.

Rove listened silently, without saying a word, but he was guessing in his heart that this son of Scylla had a special deal with Grindelwald.

Grindelwald didn't speak either. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked towards the sky. The twilight was getting darker, and the cloudless sky turned a bruised deep purple before sinking into darkness.

He stared at the dead sky, the dark and desolate starless night, and after a long silence, he suddenly said:

Boy, you can tell Albus everything you just heard, it's okay.

I'm not the kind of person who makes small reports behind the scenes. Rove said with a smile:

Besides, since Professor Dumbledore asked me to fetch the skull, he must know about the deal between you and that man named Egg.

You're not stupid. Grindelwald smiled half-smile, gusts of cold wind rang through the mountains, his robe trembled behind his back, as if alive.

My deal with Egg is actually very simple. I helped him kill his father.

Killed his father? Rove was shocked when he heard this.

That's right, Egg's father abandoned him and his mother and left that island, so he hated his father and wanted to kill him himself.

So, who is his father? Rove asked curiously.

A wizard you also know. The corners of Grindelwald's mouth curled up slightly, with a hint of sarcasm.

Corvinus Gaunt.

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(Thanks to the two fools and 97 Shangshui's hard-working salted fish for their rewards.)