The Story Behind the Danger

After the seemingly accidental chaos came to an end, time flew by, and before they knew it, morning had arrived again.

Monday mornings were always especially busy, and many people had to find their rhythm again.

Grindelwald had been sitting at the dining table for nearly five minutes before Jon, sporting a pair of panda eyes, finally yawned his way over and sat down beside the table under the housekeeper Kaledi's warm concern and unhurried urging.

His face, clearly showing that he had not slept well last night, was still visibly puffy, with dark circles beneath his eyes.

But when he glanced at the neatly arranged plates and the even neater, utterly soulless breakfast on them, he immediately lost what little energy he had left. Slumping over the table, he groaned:

"Why is it this again, Sarah?"

"Stop whining," Grindelwald said with a smile. "I arranged this."

"Teacher, what did I do wrong? If I am guilty, let the World Will or something else punish me, instead of making me eat a breakfast with no flavor at all."

"For the sake of your health, don't think you can stay up without restraint just because you're young. You're only a wizard, not immortal."

Grindelwald ate his oatmeal and milk, replying with a smile, "Look at Mr. Weasley. He just recovered from his injuries, yet he didn't even take time to rest. He got up at four in the morning and is already at his post. Unlike you—you don't sleep during the day, and you don't sleep at night. What a waste of time, money, and life..."

Jon was speechless.

He was beginning to think that letting Grindelwald move in had been a mistake. He had heard something similar ten thousand percent before, back before their trip to Egypt. At the time,