Hogwarts transfer students just want to be in love

Why did he say Grindelwald's name in front of Harry and Ron, Dumbledore didn't answer.

But Mobai knew it well.

In the secret room, the other party obviously saw the magic book in front of Ron.

Spellbook belonging to Slytherin.

It's because I don't want Hogwarts students to be exposed to the dark arts.

Or is it...to prevent him from forming his own team at Hogwarts like the previous two Dark Lords?

Mo Bai, who had already returned to the dormitory, was lying on the bed, his eyes shining with a strange light in the darkness.

Old Dengtou, you made a bad move.

"Bai, are you asleep?"

On the bed opposite Mobai, Harry got up, exchanged glances with Ron, who was also awake beside him, and carefully looked in Mobai's direction.

"No, what's the matter?"

Mo Bai didn't move, just looked at the curtain above the bed, as if thinking about something.

Ron also got up, looking at Mo Bai's direction, hesitating to speak.

The eyes of the two were crazily exchanged, both urging the other to ask first.

Obviously have a stomach full of questions but can't ask.

"Today..." Harry asked first, "What does Professor Dumbledore want from you?"

Mo Bai raised the corners of his mouth in the darkness, "Do you want to ask, is the 'Grindelwald' that Old Deng mentioned, the first-generation Dark Lord in legend?"

"Forehead……"

Harry and Ron looked at each other secretly again.

He didn't speak, obviously acquiescing.

"Yes, he's talking about Gellert Grindelwald, the Dark Lord who wants to overturn the International Statute of Secrecy and let wizards rule over Muggles."

Although it had been expected, Mo Bai's calmness also surprised the two of them.

"Then why did Dumbledore seek you..."

Harry asked cautiously, "Is it... Like Neville, your family was also killed by the Dark Lord?"

Mo Bai was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the two of them to come to this conclusion.

He sat up and looked at the two with more interest.

"Why do you think so, what if I am the heir or descendant of the Dark Lord, and I was called to hear the news?"

"Don't try to scare us."

Ron curled his lips, looking like "I don't study much, don't lie to me".

"You asked about Grindelwald's life in Professor Spence's history of magic. If you are his descendant, how could you not even know the life of your elders?"

Coincidentally, I didn't know that at the time.

Mo Bai raised his eyebrows.

"Also," Harry continued, "The Dark Lord Grindelwald despises Muggles the most. He even regards them as slaves and tries to enslave them. Hermione is Muggle-born."

"The relationship between you and her can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye."

Harry looked at Mobai teasingly, "The descendant of Grindelwald wants to be with the descendants of Muggles? How about this matter, how magical is it?"

Mo Bai smiled and shook his head, not to mention, the fact is so magical.

No one would have imagined that the Dark Lord, who had committed all kinds of crimes back then, would actually reflect on himself in his later years, and, as far as he knew.

Even back then, Grindelwald supported the intermarriage of wizards and Muggles.

But of course he didn't need to correct their brains. Looking at the two innocent little guys, he shrugged.

"It was seen through by you."

Seeing Mobai admitting that Harry and Ron were not happy to guess the prize, they glanced at each other and looked at him worriedly.

After all, the two of them can be regarded as exposing the scars of good friends.

"Are you OK."

Mo Bai shook his head, still looking calm and breezy.

"It's just a matter of the previous generation. I actually don't feel anything."

The two thought about it, and Grindelwald was active four or fifty years ago, when Mo Bai's parents were probably about the same age as them.

It should be his grandparents.

The brains of the two little guys became more and more eccentric, and Mo Bai smiled and lay back.

The two of them didn't ask again, and Mo Bai didn't bother to make up a story about fighting the Dark Lord...

This has been revealed.

As time passed day by day, Mo Bai's life at Hogwarts was also plain and warm.

Going to class, after class, reading books with Hermione in the library, watching Harry and Ron make trouble everywhere, and playing fooling around with them if they are interested.

And Professor Snape has always disliked each other with them, but Mo Bai is impeccable in life and study, he can only vent his accumulated anger on poor Ron and Harry.

This made them complain.

It seems that their campus life is no different from other little wizards.

But there are actually some differences.

For example, after a day's lessons, they would all gather in the girls' bathroom on the fifth floor, and Harry would open the secret room and start practicing the spell.

Ron's wand was still not repaired, but he didn't complain anymore, just holding the magic book, and Hermione was a little surprised by his serious look.

Mo Bai would also sit in front of the table dedicated to him, with desserts and black tea in front of him, writing and drawing lines in his notebook that they could not understand.

When asked what he was doing, he always gave a mysterious smile and told them to find out later.

And Harry and Ron also found that Mobai would disappear one day a month, and Hermione seemed worried on that day.

But when the boy showed up the next day as usual, the girl would show him a bright smile again.

It's been so uneventful for two months.

Today, Mobai and the others did not go to the Chamber of Secrets, but instead came to the auditorium early and sat on the long table belonging to Gryffindor.

Because, their first term at Hogwarts was coming to an end, and they were going on vacation.

In two days it happens to be December 12th in the Muggle world, which is Christmas.

Although in theory, Christmas means nothing to wizards.

After all, this is the day that religions in the Muggle world celebrate the birth of a certain saint, but this saint, to the wizarding world, is nothing more than a Muggle.

Maybe a wizard?

It is no longer available.

But it doesn't matter, as long as it is a human being, it will be happy to hear and see festivals, and there is no difference between wizards and Muggles in this regard.

Wizards also inherited the festival.

Hermione packed her luggage early, and she received a letter from her parents a few days ago, telling her that she must go home and bring Mobai home for Christmas.

He also joked that if Mo Bai didn't go back, she didn't have to go back either.

This made Hermione a little bit pissed, and felt that in the hearts of the Grangers, it seemed that Mobai was their real biological child.

The little girl sat beside Mo Bai angrily, her cheeks puffed up, and she stared at Mo Bai.

Mo Bai smiled helplessly, "Are you still angry?"

"I even wondered if you secretly cast the Imperius Curse on my parents. How did they treat you so well?"

Mo Bai lowered his eyebrows and made tea for Hermione himself, "Maybe it's because I have good conduct and good looks?"

"Stinky fart!"

Hermione snorted coldly, skillfully took the tea cup handed by Mo Bai, and turned her head to ignore him.

She decided to break off with him for 1 minute.

Mo Bai looked at the girl's back, with an indelible pampering in his eyes.

Harry and Ron sat across from each other, with exhausted expressions on their faces.

Ding Ding Ding!
The sound of knocking cups attracted their attention, and Dumbledore stood in the center of the auditorium, looking at the little wizards with soft eyes.

Mo Bai squinted his eyes, and speaking of it, since that night, Old Deng hadn't looked for him for a long time.

But when his eyes moved to the person beside him, he raised his eyebrows.

Why is Fudge here?