Chapter 60 I’ve only been on holiday for three days, and you don’t love me anymore?

Gellert Grindelwald!

A dark wizard who once dominated the whole of Europe is the grandnephew of the old lady in front of him?

You actually have a grandnephew who is so awesome?

Grindelwald is the Dark Lord before Voldemort, and it's hard to say who is stronger or weaker, but just from the point of view of being a villain, Voldemort is a lot worse than Grindelwald.

Can a terrorist be compared to a reformer?

The thing that surprised Andy the most was, from what Mrs Bagshot meant, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were close and dear friends when they were young.

The chocolate frog's card clearly wrote that Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald in 1945.

So the former best friends ended up turning against each other?

Hmmm...

Andy suddenly felt a little sorry for Voldemort.

Grindelwald's arch-enemy was the greatest wizard of the twentieth century, Albus Dumbledore.

Whereas Voldemort's nemesis of destiny was...a baby boy?

Uh...a student now.

He's also playing around too much!

Except...

Andy mulled it over for a moment, and he suddenly realized that this might be indicative of Voldemort's awesomeness.

Grindelwald was defeated, but what about Voldemort?

He was in fact considered to be plot-killed, the one who had to die.

Voldemort's awesomeness lies not only in his great strength but also in his evil heart.

Voldemort doesn't care about anyone or anything in this world except himself.

That's why he was so hard to defeat.

"Ma'am, what happened to your grandnephew?" Andy asked curiously.

Mrs Bagshot had only unintentionally mentioned the name 'Gellert' in the conversation she just had, so Andy could simply pretend to be unaware of it and continue to pursue the question with a blunt attitude.

"He ah..."

Mrs. Bagshot fell into a short burst of recollection, "He originally came to Godric's Hollow to inquire about the news of the Deathly Hallows. When he left, we didn't keep in touch very often."

That was quite the bombshell, too!

Mrs Bagshot seemed like she didn't want to tell the backstory, but just the words 'Deathly Hallows' were enough to make Andy feel that it was not a wasted trip.

The Deathly Hallows turned out to be real.

That was similar to how because Dumbledore believed in the prophecy, Voldemort believed in it as well.

Since Gellert Grindelwald had traced the clues of the Deathly Hallows, Andy naturally would not think that the Deathly Hallows was just a story in a fairy tale book.

It was very likely that it really existed.

Wait, since the Deathly Hallows really existed, what about the other stories circulating in the magical world?

Andy looked at Mrs Bagshot in front of him as if she was a treasure.

This one was a true Know-It-All in the magical world!

Andy hurriedly inquired about a few fairy tales that sounded outrageous, wanting to know if they were true or not.

It was a pity that time had lapsed too long, so although Mrs. Bagshot knew every fairy tale in detail, whether they were true or not - she didn't know either!

After all, Mrs. Bagshot was just a magic historian, not an explorer. Although she had found out a few things from the information, she had never actually gone looking for them.

"Ma'am, it's getting late, so I'll go back first," Andy said as he got up.

The more he talked to Mrs. Bagshot, the more disappointed Andy became.

She was really just a magic historian!

Although she knew a lot of gossip, she didn't know whether that information was true or not.

The good thing was that today had produced a good harvest.

Andy remembered that in the Harry Potter films, Harry had an invisibility cloak.   

Since Harry was the protagonist of the story, it wasn't too much to have a Deathly Hallows, right?

If there was a chance in the future, he could borrow and study it.

Saying goodbye to Mrs. Bagshot, Andy returned to his grandfather's house and accompanied Isabel to play crazily for the whole day.

The next few days, Andy didn't study magic either but used it to accompany his loved ones.

Although magic is important, if there is only magic in life, it would be too boring.

Andy knew exactly what he wanted.

Until...

"Andy, hurry up and get up! Do you want all of us to wait for you hungrily?" Helen's angry voice came from the living room.

"Hey!" Andy sighed and reluctantly got up from the bed.

Who was it, who said, on my first day home, that I could sleep in until whenever I wanted?

Who, on my first day home, personally brought breakfast into my room?

Who, on my first day home, said that I should rest and not worry about anything else?

These words are still ringing in my ears, I didn't realize that after only three days, you have changed.

Doesn't your conscience hurt?

Realizing that his position in Helen's heart was rapidly lowering, Andy didn't dare to delay, waved his wand and simply cleaned up the room, then hurriedly ran to the dining room.

For the young wizards who had been born in wizard families, they didn't really need to worry about the trace magic

That thing could only determine a rough range where the spell was cast, and could not accurately locate a certain person.

Whenever Andy waved his wand, the Ministry of Magic could detect it - but they couldn't determine exactly who had triggered the Trace Thread.

Moreover, the purpose of the Ministry of Magic setting up the Trace Magic was to prevent the young wizards in the Muggle world from flaunting their magic outside, which would lead to the exposure of the wizarding world.

In the case of young wizards who came from wizard families, this law wasn't as strict as it should be.

Kyle had connections that could smooth things over.

After breakfast, Kyle went to work at the Ministry of Magic, grandmother Veronica led the little lass Isabel to play in the village, and Helen still had a few potions that needed to be made.

Of the six people in the family, only Andy and Grandfather Norman were idle.

Since Mom's warmth towards him had worn off, Andy decided to take advantage of these few days of holiday to ask his family to teach him a few magic spells that Hogwarts wouldn't teach.

"Grandpa, can you teach me a few spells?" Andy asked.

Norman who was reading today's Daily Prophet glanced at Andy when he heard this, "Did you learn all the magic taught in school?"

"Sure, that was easy!" Andy said.

"Is it?"

Norman put the newspaper down with a smile, "Little Andy, since you have nothing to do, how about grandpa teach you wizard duelling? Don't look at how I am now, when Grandpa was young, he was also a duelling master."

You can duel even with this figure?

Although wizards only need to wave their wands, when they really fight, they also need to be flexible to duck and dodge to avoid the spells.

Norman had the right amount of fat - not super fat, but chubby and cuddly.

Andy's face was filled with a look of suspicion.

"What? You don't think Grandpa can do it?"

Norman got grumpy on the spot, "Come on, let's go to the yard and try it out, let grandpa teach you what a real wizard duel is."

Andy smiled with some excitement.

It has been a few months since he learned magic, although Andy has mastered quite a lot of spells, he has never really had a real battle.

Although Grandpa Norman didn't look like a master, ...maybe...he was really a dueling master?

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