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The new students in Slytherin all looked at Dyroth Grindelwald with doubtful eyes.

Dyroth sneered inwardly.

Can't bear it?

Don't worry, there will be more places where you can't resist in the future!

Putting aside the grievances between the Saints and Dumbledore, Dyroth's own feelings about Dumbledore are not that bad.

In any case, this old man has dedicated his life to maintaining peace in the magical world.

Even if he is too arbitrary sometimes and wants everyone to follow his ideas.

But the starting point is good.

Unlike some hypocrites who talk about sacrificing everything, but when it's their turn, they run faster than anyone else.

Dumbledore's selflessness is that he not only sacrifices others but also his own life.

Unfortunately, his idea may not be correct.

Imposing your own ideas on others is a wrong behavior in itself.

"Mr. Grindelwald, if you don't want to stand still like a troll, you'd better come with me as soon as possible."

Snape's impatient voice sounded.

The corners of Dyroth's lips curled up: "Dean Snape, please lead the way."

"Snort!"

Snape snorted coldly and led Dyroth towards the principal's office on the eighth floor.

Along the way, Dyroth didn't say anything rashly.

Snape was not as easy to fool as Harry.

How can a person who can be a double agent be provoked with just a few words?

If you don't pay attention, you may alert him.

Fortunately, Snape was not a talkative person, so the two of them walked to the eighth floor in silence and climbed the gryphon-shaped spiral staircase.

"Sizzling honey candy!"

The stone beast opened the door, and the two walked into the principal's room.

What comes into view are the picture frames of past principals and countless books.

The phoenix stood on the sycamore tree, combing its feathers with its beak.

Dumbledore was in a trance when he saw Dyroth, then recovered and spoke to Snape.

"Thank you, Severus."

"Oh, But I hope a certain headmaster can eat less sweets, so that his poor Potions Professor will have less work to do."

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As soon as Snape came in, he saw the candies on the table and couldn't help but be venomous.

"Be considerate, this is the only hobby of this old man."

Dumbledore replied with a smile and extended an invitation to Dyroth.

"Mr. Grindelwald, would you like some sherbet lemon? Or a pile of cockroaches?"

"No need, Headmaster."

"Perhaps, you can consider Professor Snape's suggestion. Eating too much sugar at night is really bad for your teeth."

"Especially for a centenarian."

Dyroth, who possesses the seventh level of Occlumency, did not show much fear of Dumbledore.

If it was Voldemort standing across from him, he might have to think about how to escape. But Dumbledore can speak freely and boldly.

It is much better to deal with a well-behaved old man than a madman.

Even though this old man is terrifyingly powerful!

"Severus, if you have nothing to do, you should go to the Slytherin lounge first."

"According to Slytherin tradition, the election for Perfect is about to begin."

I knew this old man had no good intentions!

Dyroth sneered inwardly.

Didn't you deliberately call me to the principal's office at this time just to disqualify me from competing for the chief (perfect) position?

Not being able to become the Perfect means that my reputation in Slytherin has been greatly reduced and by supporting this new leader executive, you can train someone to compete with me.

As expected of you, Dumbledore!

It only takes a few moves to cover several layers of calculations!

Snape turned around and left without any hesitation.

"Mr. Grindelwald, take a seat," Dumbledore said slowly.

"What would you like to drink? How about British black tea?"

"Okay, thank you, Mr. Principal." Dyroth smiled with a smile on his face.

"I really envy you that you can enjoy life anytime and anywhere, unlike my father."

"He should be about the same age as you. He is alone in a high tower."

"No one talks to him, and he only has a poor meal every day. He can only stay in his room quietly, staring blankly at the letter in his hand."

"I once asked him why he never saw a reply. He didn't speak, he just looked into the distance in silence."

"It would be great if he could enjoy life more like you."

"You think so? Mr. Principal!"

Damn it, are you trying to do these little tricks with me?

I can't kill you with a knife! but words can kill.

As Dyroth spoke, his eyes were fixed on Dumbledore.

Dumbledore looked calm on the surface, but his slightly trembling palms still revealed his innermost feelings.

"I really don't know what my father was thinking. He knew that there would be no reply, but he still sent out letters one after another."

"Sure enough, who would love an old man like him?"

Dyroth's pretentious words made Dumbledore completely lose his temper.

He didn't even notice the hot tea spilled on his hand!

Looking at Dumbledore's eyes gradually turning red, Dyroth knew he had got what he wanted.

Afraid of laughing out loud accidentally!

It was you who set the goal together with my father, and you even said the slogan.

But later?

You pat your butt and leave, leaving him to struggle alone!

Step on his corpse and become the greatest white wizard of this century!

and he now is imprisoned in Nurmengard, but you are quite comfortable.

Eat honey candies and sing songs every day!

Dumbledore didn't know how to speak for a while. Perhaps, it would be more appropriate to call him afraid to speak.

Dyroth didn't rush him, and quietly admired the changes in his expression.

From recollection, to nostalgia, to regret and more regret.

It took nearly ten minutes for Dumbledore to wake up from the rush of his emotions and look at Dyroth with an increasingly complicated look.

"As I get older, I always think of some past events."

"Sorry for the wait."

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Principal, only those who have something unforgettable will have past events to recall."

Dyroth's words were meant to stab Dumbledore in the heart, and each stab was harder than the last!

"You haven't told me yet, why did you call me here?"

Being held accountable by Dyroth, Dumbledore also forgot what he wanted to talk about when he called him here.

I was stunned for a while!

At this moment, there was a sudden movement outside the gate.

Professor Snape, who had just left not long ago, returned again.

"What's wrong, Severus?"

"That's up to our beloved Mr. Grindelwald."

"Mr. Malfoy and others said that Slytherin first-year students will not obey anyone except Mr. Grindelwald."

Dumbledore finally remembered the purpose of calling Dyroth here.

But he didn't expect that Dyroth's reputation in Slytherin would be this high.

Dumbledore didn't know what to do now

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