Hogwarts' Niffler: All I Need Is Galleons

"Can any of you tell me what exactly happened?"

Hoare and Grindelwald were both sitting on the edge of the bed.

In front of them was Dumbledore, dressed in a casual robe, wearing a black and purple pointed wizard hat, with cute little clips on his beard, smiling warmly and kindly.

Unfortunately, this was just a facade.

The shadow behind him had already raised a scythe, ready to strike at the two of them at any moment.

"Headmaster D-D-Dumbledore, hehehe—" Hoare's smile was almost frozen on his face.

"Hahaha, Albus, long time no see." Grindelwald was still strong, the older, the wiser.

"Shut up!" Dumbledore's warm smile instantly turned to indifference as he sternly rebuked upon hearing Grindelwald's voice.

Grindelwald swallowed, his neck shrinking back.

At this moment, he no longer had the aura of a fading old man, nor did he resemble the once powerful Dark Wizard.

Instead, he looked like a child being scolded for doing something wrong.

The contrast was so great that Hoare couldn't help but cover his mouth to stifle his laughter.

"Hoare—" Hoare heard Dumbledore call him, and he quickly put down the hand covering his mouth, his face full of embarrassment.

"Weasley."

Dumbledore spoke in a voice that was almost through gritted teeth: "Can you tell your poor headmaster what exactly happened!!!"

"I thought Nurmengard was in Austria—" Dumbledore struggled to suppress his inner anger, his tone serious, "and not in the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts."