Blake kept talking. Use one hand at a time. He easily picked up the fat man. Then he threw it hard in the center of the street. The curly-haired girl had been in a state of shock from the beginning. When I saw this scene. I was even more shocked and speechless. A boy who was obviously a few years younger than her. He raised his wand and did a lightning version of the Snake Dance. Knocked down all the dark wizards on the street?

Did I get up too fast today? Or am I still dreaming? An eleven-year-old little wizard defeated a large group of dark wizards with one move? How could I have such a dream? and…… He was still nagging. While carrying a fat man weighing almost 200 pounds. One hand lifted it up. Then dropped it in the middle of the street... Yes, a hand... It’s only about 200 kilograms. Why can’t I lift it? Gandalf template. The power of a melee mage. How could it be so inconvenient? "I must not be awake." Then she started pinching her arm. "Ouch, that hurts." "Huh? What's wrong? Are you hurt? I clearly had it under control."

Blake looked at the curly-haired girl in confusion. A controlled weather spell. This young lady shouldn't be hurt. The curly-haired girl pinched herself too hard. I felt so painful that my eyes were filled with tears. She blinked her big eyes at Blake. "I... I'm not dreaming?" "Ding! Extreme shock detected." "Ding! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a gold treasure chest!" …… Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office with a tired look on his face. I've been traveling around these days. The journey can be said to have spanned half the globe. It can be said that I am very tired. Even though he is still healthy now. But he is really old. It's really unbearable to work so hard. He was ready to take a good rest afterwards. Go to Diagon Alley to see Black again. Think of Blake. A warmth rose in Dumbledore's heart. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Come in," said Dumbledore wearily. Professor McGonagall walked in quickly. "Albus...you're finally back." "Okay, after I rest for a while, I will start school work right away." Dumbledore said with a wry smile. "Hey... I'm not here because work is urging you, Albus." "I just want to say that you are not young anymore. Let Fudge handle the matter at the Ministry of Magic himself."

"Thank you for your advice, Minerva. I should really consider your suggestion." Professor McGonagall was slightly stunned when she heard this. She had made the same suggestion before. But Dumbledore had only ever been grateful for her concern. And then I still worked for the Ministry of Magic... What's going on today? He actually said he would consider it? "Albus... the boy you mentioned last time..." She took out a letter, which was the admission letter she was going to write to Blake. "Should I just write Black Grindelwald?" "Write Blake Green. That name will bring him trouble." "OK……" She put the envelope away and continued looking at Dumbledore. Dumbledore said before that after coming back. I'll explain the situation to him. Dumbledore understood what she meant. "Please take a seat." "Tea or pumpkin juice?" "A cup of tea will be fine, thank you." Professor McGonagall pulled up a chair and sat across from Dumbledore. Dumbledore knocked on the table. Then a pot of tea and two teacups suddenly appeared on the table. "I can tell you about this. Because you saw that last name..." "But...I ask you to keep this secret." "This is also for the child..." "After all, what Grindelwald did had nothing to do with him." Professor McGonagall nodded. She also knew what this surname meant.

Naturally, I won’t tell anyone. but…… That's Grindelwald! In the days when Dumbledore didn't come back. She lives in fear every day. Afraid that the peaceful days are gone forever. "Don't worry, that person is still staying in Nurmengard obediently." Dumbledore noticed Professor McGonagall's uneasiness. "This matter is just a historical issue left behind by Grindelwald." "Well, I feel relieved now that you put it that way." Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief. "So... that child... who is Grindelwald?" Professor McGonagall said, taking a sip of her tea. "In fact... it's not just someone from Grindelwald... it's someone between me and him..." "What...what..." Professor McGonagall frowned. I don't quite understand what Dumbledore means. "In fact... Strictly speaking..." Dumbledore's lip trembled twice. Finally I said it. "Blake...that boy is my son..." "puff!" Professor McGonagall spat out the tea in her mouth. She looked at Dumbledore in shock. Pupil earthquake! ps: Dear readers, I, the humble author, am begging for data! The flowers, monthly tickets, and evaluation votes you cast are the greatest support to me! I will tell you who the little sister is in the next chapter. Chapter 35: You have such a powerful backer, why didn’t you tell me earlier!

"That is to say..." "Strictly speaking." "Black is your...son with Grindelwald?" Dumbledore has just told Professor McGonagall about his experiences over the past few days. Because Professor McGonagall saw that name. So it was impossible for Dumbledore to hide it from her.