Chapter 309 Conversation Between Two Big Guys

Putting down the letter in his hand, he saw a pair of eyes full of curiosity.

The corner of Ian's mouth twitched involuntarily. Hermione was good at everything, but her natural curiosity was too strong. Now she has learned to passively explore without speaking, just blinking and watching with those eyes.

"Some insignificant things won't affect our return home tonight, but I have to go out during the Christmas vacation, but it won't last for a few days."

"Okay, then I'll go back and pack my things now." Hermione said and stood up. After all, packing is not an easy task.

What's more, she had to leave a letter to her roommate, lest the girls mistakenly think she was missing, and it would be over if she got in front of Professor McGonagall again.

Just two steps away, Hermione turned around and said, "Don't think too much, everything will be fine."

"Don't worry, it's really not a big problem." Faced with his girlfriend's concerned eyes, Ian looked very confident.

After Hermione completely disappeared from the auditorium, he looked at Fox aside and said in a teasing tone: "It seems that our principal is still thinking about someone..."

Although Fox couldn't speak, he spread his wings in a very humane manner and gently patted Ian's shoulder with his wings.

"Hahaha, I'm just kidding." Ian explained with a chuckle. After that, he took out a paper and pen from his dragon skin pocket and said, "Please help me bring a letter to the principal."

ten minutes later.

Ian watched Fox disappear completely, leaving with him a note he had recorded during this time.

"It's the opposite of what I expected...Hey!"

…

At the same time, in Durmstrang's principal's office, there were two legendary wizards who could easily influence the world with just a few moves.

Dumbledore looked at the information in his hand repeatedly. From the moment he received the invitation, he had a bad premonition. Now... this premonition has been verified.

"Gellert, just do as you say..."

After Dumbledore said these words, he looked much older, and sitting opposite him was Gellert Grindelwald, the founder of the Blood Pact and the current principal of Durmstrang.

"I thought you would continue to make those useless efforts. Your growth is beyond my expectations..."

Faced with the ridicule of his former best friend, Dumbledore not only did not get angry, but showed deep self-blame on his face.

After a long while, he said in a seductive voice: "I have to be responsible for more people."

After hearing this, Grindelwald also changed his previous cynicism and said word for word: "This is not your responsibility, and it never has been."

"We can never agree on this."

Dumbledore seemed unwilling to discuss this issue too much. After saying this, he leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes.

There was a brief silence in the room.

"Chirp!"

Fawkes' ethereal and distant cry sounded in the room. At the same time, Dumbledore opened his eyes instantly, with a look of relief on his face.

A letter, a package, these are the items Fox brought.

He opened the letter skillfully, but it seemed that the content inside was not very pleasant, and Dumbledore's face became more and more serious.

Until the end, he didn't say another word, but handed the letter to Grindelwald beside him.

Unlike Dumbledore, as time passed, Grindelwald gradually showed a smile on his face, slightly raising the corners of his mouth: "Not a bad idea, Ian Titus..."

Then, in front of Dumbledore, he opened the package on the side and took out a two-inch-thick tome, which was a handwritten notepad.

After opening it, it was densely packed with all kinds of knowledge and conjectures about ancient magic texts.

"Aberforth, you have taught an amazing student, and his achievements will eventually be recorded in history."

Dumbledore seemed oblivious to this and stood up from the sofa tiredly.

"Everything will go according to your plan. If necessary, I will try my best to cooperate with you."

After a short pause, Dumbledore looked at Fawkes and said, "Fox, let's go back to Hogwarts."

…

On the other side, Ian held Hermione's hand, and the two figures disappeared quietly without causing a ripple.

As he grew older and merged with his bloodline, he became more and more familiar with the Phoenix's innate magic.

The most intuitive example is that now, whether Ian is using a single Apparition or using a follower to appear with Hermione, when he releases magic, there will no longer be the sound of space shattering. Everything is silent and silent. Naturally.

Granger House.

After dinner, Mr. Granger was sitting on the sofa bored while watching the evening news on the TV.

"It's getting too much and they're just wasting taxpayers' money and making us look like idiots."

As a news item came on, Mr. Granger pointed at the TV angrily.

Mrs. Granger rolled her eyes when she heard this. Her husband was like this. Although he was just a small dentist, he always worried about the Prime Minister's heart. He just watched the news and talked about policies and current affairs.

But before she could say anything, there was a slight noise upstairs.

After looking at each other, she picked up the phone beside her, but saw the other man shook his head and motioned for her to put it down first.

At this moment, Mr. Granger walked to the kitchen with light steps. When he came out, he already had a civilian small-caliber revolver in his hand.

Unlike the United States, privately holding a gun in the UK is a very troublesome matter.

First of all, you have to prove that you are a collector or firearms enthusiast, and submit written materials to prove that you are qualified and have a place to collect firearms. Only in this way can you pass the review of the Firearms Law and obtain the legal qualification to hold firearms.

Although the process is troublesome, it does not mean that there are no loopholes to exploit.

With his excellent medical skills, Mr. Granger barely managed to reach the threshold of the upper class. With his connections and financial resources, it was very easy to obtain a legal gun license.

Back to business.

Just as Mr. Granger was about to go upstairs to find out what was going on, a voice that sounded strangely familiar to the couple came from the stairs.

"Hurry up and cancel this magic for me. If it keeps snowing like this, I won't even be able to get out of my room tomorrow..." Hermione said in hindsight.

Although the effects of magic were beautiful, they also depended on the occasion. She didn't want to receive a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic when she walked out of the house tomorrow.

"Sorry, I forgot." But when he saw Hermione in a dress with magic snowflakes flying, he still joked: "Don't you think you should let your parents see you look so beautiful?"

"Okay, but it must be lifted before tonight." Hermione said and walked downstairs, followed closely by Ian.

But as soon as the two of them reached the corner of the stairs, they saw Mr. Granger standing in the living room with a revolver in his hand and a sword in his hand.

There is still one chapter left in the party. I’m a little late today. Sorry.