That morning, Dumbledore appeared directly in front of Lynn's house.

　　 Lynn got up very early, and used the steamed buns in the bamboo basket that had been prepared at home before he had nothing to do.

　　 Dumbledore just woke up when Dumbledore came, and Lynn carried five cages of steamed dumplings and put them on the dining table.

　　 He adjusted the dip around his apron, raised an eyebrow at Dumbledore and asked.

　　 "Professor, did you have breakfast? If you didn't eat it, let's have some together?"

　　 Dumbledore also didn't see him, and sat at the table with a smile.

　　 "Will you still cook Chinese food?"

　　 "I used to think about Chinese recipes when I was alone. I think my craftsmanship is not bad, at least not inferior to those chefs in Chinese restaurants. How is the taste?"

　　 Dumbledore was holding a fork in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction as he tasted the fresh dumplings.

　　 "I like the taste very much."

　　 "This taste varies from person to person. Some people are used to eating Chinese food and others are not used to it. Just like Chira, it is not used to the taste, and it would rather eat dry bread than this."

　　 That is, when Kyla is not here, Lynn will say that. If Kyla hears him, he will probably kneel down and say that he is guilty again.

　　 Xiaomai walked out of the bathroom wearing pajamas after washing up.

　　 Seeing Old Deng head sitting at the dining table eating buns, her face suddenly puffed up, looking like a big bun.

　　 Kira didn't eat five-cage dumplings. Lynn only ate two. The remaining three were originally hers, but now that Dumbledore is here, she can only eat two.

　　 But she politely walked up to Dumbledore and greeted him.

　　 "Good morning, Professor Dumbledore."

　　 I don’t know if it’s a habit or he’s just like this, and when I see the child Dumbledore’s face, a kind smile blooms.

　　 "Hello, Miss Shayk, are you happy during the summer vacation?"

　　 "I am very happy. Lynn took me out for an outing yesterday."

　　 "Hahaha, going out more is a great thing for a child your age."

　　 Dumbledore is undoubtedly a person who is very good at chatting with children. While talking and chatting, Xiao Mai forgets the fact that his arrival has saved him a cage of steamed buns.

　　 But fortunately, Xiao buried still ate his third cage of Xiao Long Bao. Lynn only ate one cage and gave her the portion.

　　 This made Xiaomai very moved, and for the nth time, I wished Lynn to be full every day in the future.

　　 After enjoying breakfast happily, Lynn exhorted Kyla and Xiaobu who were guarding the door at home, and then went out with Dumbledore.

　　 "How are we going to get there?"

　　 Lynn adjusted his robes, looked up at Dumbledore and asked.

　　 Dumbledore raised his arm slightly, a dazzling golden light flashed, and Fox appeared on his shoulder.

　　 "The forest is shrouded by an extremely powerful anti-phantom shifting spell. Even Fox can't get there directly. We can only go to the outskirts of the forest and walk in on foot."

　　 He grabbed one of Lynn's arm, and Fox disappeared in place with them, and then appeared in Austria, in a forest surrounded by mountains.

　　 "Follow me, don't get lost. People who haven't been there will take it with them. Outsiders can't find the castle."

　　 Lynn followed Dumbledore and looked at the surrounding mountains and old forests.

　　 "Is it like this before?"

　　 "Of course not. This place used to be much more lively than it is now. He built Numongaard from the beginning to imprison his opponents. At that time, many people lived in this place."

　　 "As a result, the prison he built has become a place to imprison him, which is ironic enough."

　　 "It is true, but he picked this place himself at that time, saying that he is familiar enough with it, and it can be regarded as his home."

　　 This topic is a bit too heavy, Lynn didn't want to talk more, and deliberately talked about other things.

　　 "What are the conditions for the study and examination of Apparition to participate?"

　　 Dumbledore is also obviously not willing to recall that bad past.

　　 "You are required to be 17 years old, but I think there is no difference between using your ability to learn this magic at 16 years old and 17 years old. After school starts, I will add your name to this year's Phantom Shift learning list."

　　 "I should have learned it a long time ago, because I didn't know this magic and sometimes I suffered a lot."

　　 "It's really important, it's the most worth learning magic in a wizard's life."

　　 They chatted and walked into the depths of the forest. After walking for about two hours, Lynn finally saw the old mottled tower through the gaps in the trees.

　　 They came to the door of this prison. From the outside, it was a building made of pitch-black blocks.

　　 At a glance, it gives people a cold, solemn breath.

　　 On the front of the entrance to the tower, a line of text that has become blurred is still carved.

　　【FortheGreaterGood! (For the greater good!)】

　　 When Lynn looked up at the line of text, Dumbledore was also looking at it, nostalgic for the past and mocking himself in his eyes.

　　 This sentence was first put forward by him at the beginning, but it was Grindelwald who was really willing to practice it, and he became the most steadfast opponent.

　　 "Let's go."

　　 Dumbledore did not stay in front of the door much, and led Lynn straight into the prison.

　　 "Are there no guards here?"

　　 "Who do you think is qualified to guard him?" Dumbledore asked ~lightnovelpub.net~ and then he answered his own question again.

　　 "No one can be a guard here except himself, and he is a prisoner in this prison only if he wants to."

　　 They kept going up the spiral stone ladder until they reached a wooden door on the top floor. To be precise, Dumbledore stopped.

　　 "He wants to chat with you alone, I won't go in."

　　 Lynn nodded, took a deep breath, and pushed open the wooden door that seemed to be decayed.

　　 This is a small room, the floor, ceiling and surrounding walls are made of black stones.

　　 makes this small space seem inexplicably depressing.

　　 Except for stones, the only furniture here is a wooden bed on which sits an old man hugging his knees.

　　 He described withered, sparse hair, wearing a tattered robe, two feet and hands exposed outside the robe, bones and joints wrapped in thin skin, thin and scary.

　　 The skinny old man heard the movement and turned his head to look at Lynn who opened the door and walked in. The expression on his face did not change, but it made people feel that he seemed to have a smile inexplicably.

"You came."

　　

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