After the Triwizard Tournament, there was so much to talk about.
Like the party Hogwarts held to celebrate winning, the farewell ceremonies for Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, and the biggest "battle royale" Klein had ever experienced.
But none of that mattered~
When the school year ended, Klein said goodbye to the professors and students at Hogwarts, then set off for home with Gellert.
He returned to Germany.
"It's been about fifty or sixty years, hasn't it?"
Looking at the manor before him, now completely changed, Gellert couldn't help sighing.
He'd left home as a young man. Now that he'd returned, everything had changed beyond recognition.
"The tulips are gone, and so is that maple tree. Sigh, even my hair is gone."
He rubbed his smooth head and muttered under his breath.
Klein: ""
I could understand your grief over losing your hair, old man.
But sorry, my hair is still thick, so I can't relate to your pain.
"Come on, let's go inside."
After his sigh, Gellert started leading Klein toward the manor, but Klein grabbed him as he stepped forward.
"Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, my dear great-uncle, you haven't forgotten that this isn't our family's property anymore, have you?"
Klein looked at him strangely.
Gellert had imprisoned himself in Nurmengard, and the few remaining members of the Grindelwald family had nearly been wiped out by the German Ministry of Magic and "righteous people" from all walks of life.
If that hadn't happened, the Grindelwald family wouldn't have been reduced to just him.
"What's there to worry about? We'll just buy it back!"
Gellert was completely unconcerned.
When you had money, you could do whatever you wanted!
He looked at Klein.
"Right?"
What do you mean, "right"?
Klein couldn't help getting three black lines over his head.
Ever since his "Soren" identity