When Professor Dumbledore and Grindelwald were talking, Harley sat silently to one side and did not take the initiative to interrupt the reunion between the two old men after so long apart.
But after hearing Professor Dumbledore's words, she could not help giving him a startled look.
Professor, your face did not redden, your breathing did not falter, and your expression did not waver in the slightest when you said that.
So how did you even say those words? Didn't you feel guilty at all?
And if Professor McGonagall heard that, would she agree with you?
Of course, Harley still chose to remain silent, leaving the time to the old men.
Grindelwald did not refute Dumbledore's words. Clearly, he had no idea just how degenerate Professor Dumbledore's current work ethic had become.
In his memories, Professor Dumbledore was still that spirited young man, treating teaching with the same earnestness he had once shown when studying magic and history.
After chatting for a few more moments, Grindelwald finally turned his gaze toward Harley. "This is Harley Potter, correct? Good afternoon, Miss Potter."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Grindelwald." Harley rose to her feet, gave a slight bow, and then sat back down.
"No need to be so formal. I'm Albus's good friend." Grindelwald snapped his fingers.
"Come to think of it, you're Albus's favorite student now?"
"Of course. She truly is the student I am most satisfied with at present." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, and his voice suddenly took on a teasing note.
"What? Did that bring back some unpleasant memories? Perhaps you remembered Newt Scamander?"
"How could that be? That little brat from the Scamander family... I don't miss him at all!"
Grindelwald rapidly shook his head. The expression on his face suddenly stiffened, looking distinctly unnatural.
"No, what I mean is,