Chapter 238 Dumbledore Sulks
Walking on the road leading to Dumbledore's old house, Dumbledore's mood was extremely bad.
Just an hour ago, a shocking event occurred in the British wizarding world. Gringotts, which was known as the safest place in the British wizarding world, was robbed.
Not only did the other party brutally kill all the goblins in Gringotts, they also stole half of the wealth in Gringotts' underground vault.
In the end, he even released the Ukrainian Iron-Belly Fire Dragon that was imprisoned in the basement of Gringotts to guard the safety of the vault.
When the huge fire dragon broke through the roof and roared at everyone, many wizards who were present at the scene.
Everyone subconsciously thought that Diagon Alley, the most prosperous commercial street in the British wizarding world, would be reduced to ashes under the flames of the dragon.
But what no one expected was that the fire dragon just crossed the center of the road and made a gesture to attack the building of the first savings bank in the magical world.
On the transparent glass exterior wall of the building, there suddenly appeared more than a dozen "Orion" integrated missile and artillery air defense systems commonly used by the Russian Navy in the Muggle world.
36 anti-aircraft missiles, plus 3000 20mm caliber armor-piercing incendiary bombs.
The adult Ukrainian iron belly was directly shot into a sieve, and the entire fire dragon's skin was blown to pieces by the missile.
The bullets weighing several tons directly smashed the huge dragon head into pieces.
A bloody rain suddenly fell at the scene, and the wizards standing outside watching the excitement were covered in the hot and smelly dragon blood.
It is said that everyone stood there in a daze for a full five minutes until the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic began to evacuate the crowd.
But the impact caused is not expected to disappear as the crowd leaves.
"What on earth do these two bastards want to do? What did I do wrong in my past life to have to deal with these two troublemakers?"
Walking on the cobblestone path, Dumbledore couldn't help but complain.
Countless wizards along the way greeted the great headmaster, but received no response. All the wizards passing by felt...
This old man, whose hair is dyed like a rainbow and who appears to be very approachable on weekdays, is now on the verge of going berserk.
The pair of eyes hidden behind the half-moon lenses looked like a dragon about to breathe fire.
Soon Dumbledore arrived at the door of his old house. It was called an old house, but the building in front of him obviously did not fit the description of this term.
The two-story villa is covered with bright white tiles and the courtyard is surrounded by a golden metal fence.
There were fragrant blue tulips planted inside, the automatic sprinkler system was still working, and the courtyard was full of little rainbows under the sunlight.
Walking into the room, the quaint wooden building that was full of the charm of time has long disappeared without a trace.
The luxurious and noble mahogany furniture, combined with the modernist duplex decoration, gives people an elegant and modern feeling.
But the most eye-catching thing is the two full black mountaineering bags on the table in the living room.
The opened zipper was shining with golden light, and you didn't have to guess that it was filled with gold Galleons.
"Isn't this already a betrayal?"
Looking at the two backpacks, Dumbledore's eyes twitched wildly, and he covered his chest with one hand and gasped heavily.
Although he had already guessed the truth in his heart, when he saw the evidence was placed in his home like this.
No parent could accept it so easily. He took two deep breaths and took out a box of medicine from his pocket.
This thing was sent to him in advance by Carl when he went traveling during the summer vacation. It was some prescription medicine from the Muggle world.
Along with the medicine came a note that read:
"Here are some medications to prevent diabetes and lower blood pressure. I know you're with that person."
"I can also roughly guess your way of entertainment, which is nothing more than making cakes and various desserts together."
"I have renovated the old house you blew up. It now has a full set of tableware and dessert-making books from all over the world."
"No need to thank me. Remember to take your medicine on time. As my backer, you cannot die before I rule the entire wizarding world."
When Dumbledore saw that text, he almost fainted on the spot due to high blood pressure.
But now it seems that this guy had planned it all along, and these medicines were probably prepared for this moment.
After taking the medicine and resting for a while, Dumbledore felt that his blood pressure had finally dropped a little.
So he immediately took out his wand, strode towards the second floor, and recited silently in his heart.
"Karl Hohenzollern, you are done for today."
As soon as he reached the door of the other person's bedroom, Dumbledore suddenly braked because he heard some "wrong" sounds coming from the room.
"Pay attention to your waist, Mr. Diggory. Tighten your abdomen and buttocks. Use your abdominal muscles to exert force."
"Instead of using your damn ass. How can you be so dumb that you can't even do this kind of exercise."
"Stop it immediately. You are not allowed to do such dirty things in the room."
The bedroom door was kicked open from the outside, and an angry Dumbledore looked into the room nervously.
But only Carl and Cedric were seen, looking at the old man standing stupidly at the door with puzzled expressions.
There was nothing dirty happening in the room. Two boys, wearing thin white vests, were lying on yoga mats doing core exercises.
"What's the matter, Principal?"
Carl obviously couldn't give a good face to Dumbledore who suddenly broke into his bedroom without even knocking on the door.
A pair of blue eyes stared at each other closely, their eyes full of scrutiny.
"Happy holidays, Headmaster Dumbledore. I haven't seen you for a long time, in the past few months when you disappeared."
"Are you studying some advanced magic? There are many malicious speculations about you in the wizarding world, but Hufflepuff students will always support you."
Cedric greeted Dumbledore warmly, his words full of sincerity.
These words should have been very touching to hear, but the two boys' questions made Dumbledore, who was standing at the door, extremely embarrassed.
Even more embarrassing was what Carl said next. He stood up from the yoga mat sweating profusely.
He glared at Cedric and said in an unquestionable tone.
"Don't think about being lazy. Don't think I don't know that you greeted this old man just to buy a few minutes of time to be lazy."
"You still have 6 sets of moves to complete, even if this house is blown up by this old man again tonight."
“You have to do all the exercise before you can go, too.”
As he spoke, Carl pointed his finger at Dumbledore again and spoke in a teasing tone.
"But one point in what you just said is actually true from some perspectives."
"In the past few months, our dear headmaster has indeed been studying some mysterious magic. The power of that magic is so strong."
"It can directly protect the entire European wizarding world from the destruction of the second generation of the Dark Lord, am I right?"
"Dear Principal."
