The Dumbledore family and the Phoenix are almost inseparable.


    Albus Dumbledore, the current principal of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry and the "greatest White wizard in the world", looked lovingly at the little guy climbing out of the ashes and showed an incomparably bright and sincere smile.


    "See you again, old friend."


    Phoenix Nirvana, Phoenix does not die.


    Every death is a new life.


    Dumbledore stretched out his finger and teased fox (the name of the Phoenix) like a chick, which made the little Phoenix look white for a while.


    "Well, you''d better have a good rest."


    With a dry smile, the old man also knew that he had been despised, so he resolutely stopped and held the little Phoenix to the original pole - Fox still had the strength to stay on the pole safely.


    "Tweet."


    Fox pecked Dumbledore with his young beak to express his thanks, then closed his eyes and began to recover his strength.


    Dumbledore didn''t care. After sitting back at his desk, he wanted to continue to study the mystery of the Ravenclaw crown, but he couldn''t calm down.


    He is old.


    How many days are there for people in their 100s?


    Dumbledore smiled, put his hands together and put them on his stomach.


    The Phoenix has the day of Nirvana and rebirth, but he doesn''t.


    When people are old, they like to hurt spring and autumn, and they like to recall the past. When it was a holiday, Dumbledore simply forgot his work and thought about something.


    Now he has almost nothing to worry about except Voldemort


    What, Klein?


    The boy has long been out of his concern.


    Because it''s no use worrying.


    "Well."


    Thinking more and more, Dumbledore felt his gray beard and leaned against the back of the wide chair.


    He suddenly wanted to go to some places and meet some people.


    ......


    "For the greater good."


    Just above the entrance of the fortress, a beautiful line of German is engraved.


    Newmengard, once Garrett It must be said that it is a great irony that the base camp of greenevo has now become a place for him.


    Garrett is very old.


    The perennial prison life has turned the powerful Dark Lord into a frail old man.


    He has no beautiful blond hair, no tall and straight figure, and even one of his eyes is blind - this image goes to the streets of Berlin, that is, a living beggar.


    Silence is the norm of newmengard.


    The jailer did not speak, nor did Garrett.


    I''m afraid the biggest noise here is the sound of the spoon falling on the ground.


    Many new jailers here were worried at first, but later, it gradually didn''t matter - Garrett Greendevo is the most honest prisoner.


    Eat when it''s time to eat and sleep when it''s time to sleep.


    If you don''t make noise, it''s like suffering from Alzheimer''s disease.


    Anyway, the work here is really easy.


    "Hey, dinner."


    It was time for dinner again. The new jailer brought the humble plate to Garrett''s prison. Look at the silent old man inside. He rudely dropped the plate, gave Garrett a deep look, turned and left.


    Garrett blinked as if he hadn''t seen the scene. He honestly picked up the plate and scooped up the sticky food with a wooden spoon.


    One, two, three


    He ate slowly as if he were tasting delicious food.


    Prison things can''t be delicacies, but his tongue is numb. He can''t taste any good or bad things.


    For him, maintaining vitality is the most important.


    He ate silently without saying a word.


    Suddenly, the wooden spoon in his hand touched something hard.


    Garrett looked the same.


    But I couldn''t help sighing in my heart.


    How many years have these people not given up?


    Garrett blinked and remembered the scene when he had just been put in prison.


    At that time, almost every day someone tried to save him, but none of them succeeded. Of course, this has a lot to do with Gellert''s own frustration and unwillingness to cooperate.


    Later, there were fewer people who wanted to save him.


    He thought that the old guys outside were either completely desperate or dead.


    I didn''t expect that today


    Shaking his head, Garrett ate a meal worse than pig food and revealed what was hidden under the plate. But to his surprise, it was not a short magic wand or alchemy prop, but a newspaper wrapped in magic tape.


    "Huh?"


    No one had ever sent him a newspaper. Gellert''s eyes flashed a rare light, but it faded quickly.


    Let''s forget it.


    Things outside have nothing to do with him.


    He just wants to live and die.


    Garrett shook his head when he made up his mind, but at the moment he wanted to turn around, the bold words slipped into his eyes like a joke of fate.


    "Greendevo?"


    Garrett''s curiosity was aroused and stopped abruptly.


    Are there any glindwo people out there now?


    In a word, greendevo is also a famous pure blood wizard family in Germany. Although there are not many people, his family is very rich. If Gellert doesn''t leave home, he can live a good life.


    But


    Since his failure, the glindwo people have been implicated. It''s time to go to jail and plead guilty.


    With a complicated mood, Garrett tore open the magic tape.


    "Klein Greenwald, redemption in the ashes."


    Bold bold headlines came into view. On the matching photos, a very handsome boy was smiling gently. Garrett''s heart moved and his mouth felt bitter. He looked away like an escape and looked at the author''s name.


    Rita Skeeter?


    incognizance.


    Garrett took a deep breath, didn''t read the newspaper, and summoned up the courage to look at the boy in the picture.


    Like.


    It''s really similar.


    At that moment, Garrett seemed to go back decades ago.


    Apart from the subtle differences, he almost doubted whether it was himself.


    "Klein Greenwald?"


    Garrett repeated the name with an indescribable feeling in his heart.


    It doesn''t feel good to describe it in words.


    It''s like It''s like suddenly knowing that you''re not the only one in the world.


    It''s wonderful.


    "All right."


    Swallowing and spitting, Garrett talked to himself and began to read the newspaper.


    "Klein Greenwald, redemption in the ashes, the youngest Merlin medal winner in history, also showed his unparalleled talent at St. Mungo''s magic and injury hospital.


    According to Alberto, director of St. Mungo''s magic and injury hospital According to hank, Kleiner completely conquered all therapists in just one day... "


    It was a newspaper a month ago, but Garrett looked at it and suddenly burst into tears and laughter.


    Like a silly old man.