A Firebolt? No Thanks! I Can Build My Own Broom Faster... (Continued)

Everyone was speculating about their relationship.

Dumbledore looked coldly at Grindelwald, his right hand already resting on the handle of the Elder Wand.

He had no idea what Grindelwald intended to do.

So far, Grindelwald had only revealed his relationship with Black to his followers.

Thus, the public knew nothing about it.

Even if some people had learned of it through special channels,

only a small number knew.

But if Grindelwald intended to reveal his relationship with Black here,

that would be equivalent to announcing it to the entire world!

This was the Ministry of Magic. Grindelwald could control the reporters from the Daily Prophet,

but he could not control the members of the Wizengamot!

Grindelwald could hardly slaughter every member of the Wizengamot!

Therefore, Dumbledore was already prepared. If Grindelwald started spouting nonsense,

he would not hesitate to attack him!

Grindelwald had far too many enemies. Once his relationship with Black was exposed,

it would inevitably bring endless danger to Black and all the friends around him!

Dumbledore had to consider every possible consequence!

"Then today's award ceremony has officially come to an end."

"Thank you to Black for showing us what a true genius is."

"And congratulations to Dean Pohan. After today, St. Mungo's has once again conquered a difficult and complicated illness!"

"Of course, we must not forget Mr. Black Green, who made tremendous contributions to curing Dragon Pox."

"Your third Order of Merlin medal will soon be delivered to you once more."

Fudge went on and on with his closing remarks.

As expected, enthusiastic applause rang out through the venue.

Amid the applause, Black handed the Parchment bearing the formula to Dean Pohan.

"This formula will have the greatest value in your hands."

Dean Pohan accepted the Parchment emotionally.

"Black... I don't even know what to