Goodbye Dumbledore

Godric's Hollow was not a large place; whenever anything happened, word spread through the entire village in no time.

For instance, Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald had left without saying goodbye some time ago, and within just a few days, everyone knew about it.

This time, the news spread even faster. Aberforth had come out of the woods at dusk, and an hour later, word that he had been beaten up by Kneazles had become the bar's favorite drinking topic.

Many people laughed until they doubled over and could not help ordering another drink, Cord among them.

"Hahaha... That kid has guts. Even we wouldn't dare provoke those Kneazles, yet he went alone."

"What, are the Kneazles here that fierce?" Kyle asked curiously.

He had been to those woods before and had not found anything particularly unusual about them.

"Rather than fierce, they're clever," Cord explained. "The Kneazles in Godric's Hollow are the smartest magical creatures I've ever seen. They even set traps to mess with wizards who enter the woods."

"Traps?" Kyle raised an eyebrow.

He could believe that Kneazles were clever, but making traps seemed a little exaggerated.

"Don't doubt me," Cord said seriously. "I don't know how they learned it—maybe they saw wizards doing something similar—but I'm absolutely not exaggerating.

"When we first moved here, I wanted to pick some wildflowers from the woods to decorate the garden. Before long, I fell into a pit..."

At that, Cord could not help frowning. He took a huge gulp of brandy. "I won't go into what happened next. You wouldn't want to hear it. But I can say for certain that pit was dug by Kneazles. They even covered it with a layer of dry leaves to disguise it."

Kyle raised an eyebrow.

Kneazles... a pit...

Judging by the