Dumbledore knew the next day that Voldemort had been besieged and had to abandon his body to escape.


    The old man was shocked, but he had to pretend that "everything is under control" and felt very happy.


    Of course, a private exchange is inevitable.


    Klein repeatedly assured that this "episode" would not affect the overall plan, and the headmaster gave it up.


    Christmas is getting closer, and the senior little wizards are choosing their own dance partners.


    Klein also received many invitations.


    Um


    To be exact, not many, very, very many.


    "It''s nice to be popular."


    Draco did not know how many times he had discussed this topic with Klein.


    It''s false to say no.


    But after so many years, I''m used to being sour.


    "Well, it''s OK."


    Klein smiled and didn''t take the young master''s ridicule seriously.


    Just find a partner like that


    "Why don''t you care so much... Your fans wrote to you again?"


    Draco came up curiously and saw Klein holding a letter.


    "This is written by Mr. g. tut tut. I didn''t expect that old people are so crazy about star chasing."


    Mr. G is a very special presence in Klein''s fan group.


    The first point is age. Few people of that age will pursue stars so enthusiastically.


    The second point is that fans are very sticky.


    Really strong.


    The old man can be seen not only in the Quidditch World Cup a few months ago, but also in the "top three competition".


    "Yes."


    Klein didn''t say much, just nodded gently.


    Since the exchange of addresses, Garrett has been writing to him, one or two a week.


    It''s famous among little wizards.


    I don''t know how many people have said that Klein''s charm not only kills men and women, but even young and old


    "Mr. G is really mysterious. He doesn''t even have a name. But I think he is so kind. He must be an old gentleman who works as a gardener or carpenter."


    The bored young master around Klein couldn''t help guessing.


    gardener?


    Carpenter?


    Klein thought about the inherent impression of these two professions, and then thought about the external evaluation of his unlucky uncle.


    It doesn''t matter at all, okay!


    "Who knows."


    In response to a vague sentence, Klein wrote in his reply: "Dear Mr. g, thank you for your greetings. I''ve been doing well recently..."


    ......


    A deserted cafe in Britain.


    "... I''ve been doing well lately.


    Christmas is coming. I wish you a merry Christmas. It''s a trivial gift. I hope you like it.


    K.V.G。”


    Gladly put down the reply, Gellert''s only eyes flashed a trace of joy.


    "That''s great, chief."


    Old Zod smiled and congratulated.


    From this point of view, Klein has been quite close to the leader.


    "Ha ha."


    Gattler just smiled and didn''t speak.


    Reaching for the spirit crow, he couldn''t wait to open the small package on the spirit crow''s leg.


    Unexpectedly, there was a "artificial eye" in the package.


    "This is... Magic prop."


    Old Zod was a little worried and took the artificial eye before Garrett.


    "Here is a note."


    Although Garrett was a little unhappy, he didn''t say much after decades of friendship.


    He reached out and picked up the note placed in the package with the artificial eye.


    "This magic eye can not only restore vision, but also see through magic traps and spirit bodies - this is a prop I made myself. I hope you like it."


    After reading the contents of the note, Garrett pondered for a few seconds and suddenly spoke to old Zod with artificial eyes.


    "Zod."


    "Chief?"


    Old Zod was startled.


    The big leader seldom calls his name formally.


    "Dig out this eye. Come on, change it for me!"


    Garrett now looks very willful, unprecedentedly willful.


    Old Zod was stunned at his words and couldn''t help laughing bitterly.


    "Chief, this is no joke."


    Garrett''s right eye once sealed a very powerful magic when he was young, but then the magic failed, and the eye became a useless decoration.


    Even so, you can''t put this unknown "magic eye" on yourself!


    "Less nonsense!"


    Garrett may have had the power and courage, but now the years have smoothed everything.


    He never believed Klein would hurt him!


    "Chief..."


    Old Zod had no choice, and his old face turned red.


    "Less nonsense!"


    Again, Garrett cast a magic spell on himself and took down his disabled right eye without pain. He didn''t even shed a drop of blood.


    Old Zod had no choice but to put the artificial eye into the big leader''s empty eye socket.


    Well, magic props have the function of automatic cleaning, otherwise things like bacteria are not kidding.


    "Well, it really works."


    Klein''s Alchemy level is there after all, and the refined artificial eye is very easy to use.


    After the installation, Garrett''s vision in his right eye finally recovered.


    Not only that, but even the artificial eye, which looked very obvious, became the same as the normal eye under the action of Magic - a blue eye.


    "Chief, do you have any special feelings? I don''t believe Klein''s child, but it''s just..."


    Old Zod looked a little worried.


    Meanwhile, outside the cafe.


    "Is it here?"


    The voice in my mind meant to ask. Little buddy bowed his head respectfully and silently responded in his heart.


    "Yes, master. According to the survey, this is the store run by Mr. g, a fanatic fan of Klein Greenwald."


    Because he has a senior official position in his hand, little buddy can use the power of the Ministry of magic to investigate a lot of things.


    Mr. G is not famous, but he is not a transparent person. It''s really simple to investigate this step.


    "Well, that''s easy to do..."


    Voldemort, relax.


    If there was no such thing as the Ministry of magic encirclement and suppression, he had many options to get close to Klein a little bit Greenwald, but according to the current situation, Mr. g, who seems mysterious but is actually just a bad old man, is the best option.


    As long as we take advantage of Mr. g and rely on this relationship to get close to Klein Greenwald, the difficulty of the plan is much lower.


    It''s perfect!


    "Then master, let''s go in."


    Little buddy pulled down his hood, took out his wand and calmly pushed open the old wooden door of the cafe.


    After entering the door, he first looked around and seemed to want to observe the number of people, but he didn''t expect that there were only two old men in Nuo Da''s coffee shop.


    One of them is the goal of his trip.


    Mr. G!