Further Investigation

The atmosphere was quiet, with all eyes fixed on one person.

Klein Grindelwald.

The absolute protagonist of the moment.

"Please, you must tell me, did you invent those spells?"

Herbology Master Nixlite, his face stern, looked at Dumbledore with great seriousness.

He didn't believe it, and he dared not believe it.

But Dumbledore shook his head with a wry smile.

"Hiss~"

Upon hearing the answer, the Masters collectively gasped.

Then, as if struck by a sudden thought, their eyes became incredibly eager.

"Since there are questions, why not ask the person himself?"

Noticing his old friends' expressions, Dumbledore's heart tightened, but he maintained a gentle smile on his face.

He felt like his own precious treasure was being eyed by thieves.

Unaware that he was considered a "precious treasure," Klein paid no mind to the gazes behind him. Seeing Neville looking dazed, he naturally curved his lips and walked away without a word.

Fame and glory, deeply hidden.

In the group of new students, Ron Weasley stared blankly at the retreating figure, his heart a tangle of jealousy and admiration.

Lost in a whirlwind of thoughts, he unconsciously voiced his innermost feelings.

"So cool!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ron himself froze.

Meeting the astonished gaze of his close friend Harry Potter, he sighed.

"Harry, now I understand what you meant in the Potions classroom. He's different from us."

Klein Grindelwald.

A person from a different world than theirs.

Klein had no idea how much admiration he had garnered from the young boys and girls with his casual act, but he knew he had to apologize quickly.

After all, he had been impolite.

What puzzled Klein, however, was that when he returned to Dumbledore's side, the Masters weren't angry at all. Instead, they wore enigmatic smiles.

Of course, Fila Hop was an exception.

The lady's expression remained icy.

"My apologies, Headmaster. Esteemed Mister, and Madam Fila, please forgive my rude behavior just now."

Regardless, he couldn't drop the act.

Klein apologized again with a look of shame, making Dumbledore's eye twitch.

"He really knows how to act."

He had personally witnessed Klein controlling Fiendfyre back then!

But then again, the old man smiled slightly.

This was how he should be.

"Child, tell Grandpa Aberdo, did you really invent those spells?"

With the main subject returned, Aberdo Hank abandoned his pretense of being a hospital director and eagerly asked the question on everyone's mind, trying to get close to Klein.

"Uh, yes."

Klein nodded, admitting it frankly.

He needed to quickly establish his reputation in the Magical World. Since the Ministry of Magic wouldn't support him, the "Order of Merlin" became his only option.

With the backing of a group of influential figures, the impact of public opinion would undoubtedly be reduced.

And the four spells – "Healing Spell," "Bone Healing Spell," "Blood Stasis Removal Spell," and "Shrink the Ground into an Inch" – were his stepping stones.

"Good, good child!"

Upon hearing this, Aberdo and the other Masters became excited.

If Dumbledore hadn't been present, they would have loved to drag Klein back to their own domains.

"Why should a good child go to school? Learning spells (Potions, Alchemy, Astrology, Herbology) directly from me would be much more promising than spending seven years at Hogwarts before graduating?"

The Masters, showing their goodwill, couldn't help but think this.

"Ahem, let's head into the castle first. We can discuss further once we're inside."

Seeing his old friends practically wanting to "devour" Klein, Dumbledore felt both helpless and amused.

He didn't say anything, but enthusiastically invited the group into the castle.

"Stay here, children, don't move around, I'll be back."

After the Headmaster and a group of unfamiliar bigwigs left, Madam Hooch breathed a sigh of relief.

Glancing at the still confused little fatty beside her, she took his hand without a word, gave a few instructions to the Gryffindor and Slytherin first-years, and then hurried towards the school infirmary.

She couldn't rest easy without Madam Pomfrey's thorough examination.

With something on her mind, Madam Hooch didn't notice a round little ball fall from Neville's pocket, landing on the grass behind them.

"Try some honey tea."

In the Headmaster's office on the eighth floor of Hogwarts, Dumbledore waved his wand, and the prepared honey tea and snacks floated in front of everyone.

But the masters present had no mood to taste Dumbledore's cloyingly sweet tea and pastries. Almost everyone was gathered around Klein, asking him all sorts of questions. Their enthusiasm was so great that even Dumbledore couldn't help but cast surprised glances.

These shameless old folks, getting so chummy with a child, aren't they embarrassed?

He didn't recall that he himself often sought out Klein for tea and chats. Could building a good relationship between the Headmaster and his student be called getting chummy?

"Ahem!"

Seeing his old friends getting carried away, Fila Hop, who had maintained a cold expression all along, coughed forcefully and spoke without emotion.

"Don't forget your duties."

What was the purpose of the Order of Merlin's visit?

It was an inspection!

Not to surround a child and try to please him in every possible way.

"Uh, Madam Hop is right."

Hearing this, Aberdo Hank's expression turned serious.

Amidst the surprised gazes of his old friends, he continued.

"Although the invention of the four spells is enough for Klein to join the Order, in order to uphold the spirit of rigor and maintain the honor of the Order, I believe we should conduct further investigations."

"Hm?"

His expression stiffened at this. The masters' eyes became somewhat confused.

What further investigation was needed? If such a contribution wasn't enough to join the Order, it would be too unfair to this child!

Gellert was Gellert, and Klein was Klein.

Although they shared the surname Grindelwald, they were not the same person.

Fila Hop was understandable; she had been genuinely harmed by the Dark Lord, and her hatred was difficult to let go of, which everyone could understand.

Had this seemingly upright Aberdo Hank wasted all his years?

"Therefore, I propose transferring Klein to our St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for further investigation into the effects of those healing spells. Yes, there is no place more suitable for him than our hospital."

As if not seeing the puzzled looks of his old companions, Aberdo Hank spoke righteously.

After he finished speaking, the scene suddenly fell silent.

"Rest assured, I swear on my name as a member of the Order that I will examine the effects of those spells with fairness."

Aberdo Hank nodded solemnly, his eyes filled with a profound realization, as if saying, If I don't go to hell, who will?

The masters felt speechless. Klein, who had been looking down the whole time, couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

He got the benefits and then acted like he was suffering.

This old man was quite something.