It Was Me First

A moment later, Kyle and Grindelwald occupied a table by themselves.

A layer of magical shimmer enveloped them, confining their voices within a barrier.

As for the other three, Grindelwald had sent them away.

Kyle had never imagined that meeting his biological father would be this dramatic.

At the time, he had still been reeling from the shock of his drinking record being broken, so much so that he had nearly overlooked the fact that Grindelwald had the exact same eyes as him.

And because he had been disguised, coupled with Grindelwald being somewhat drunk and lightheaded, Grindelwald had failed to recognize him in his daze.

The two of them had nearly missed each other just like that.

"So Albus didn't tell you everything?" Grindelwald, who had already used magic to purge the alcohol from his body, raised an eyebrow after hearing Kyle's account.

Kyle set down his butterbeer. "Everything?"

Grindelwald flashed a wicked smile. "For instance, the relationship between him and you."

"Aren't you... kindred spirits? So should I call him Uncle or Uncle?"

"Uncle? Uncle?" Grindelwald chuckled softly.

"Actually, he and I are not kindred spirits at all. Our relationship is even more intimate than you think," Grindelwald said with an utterly calm expression.

Kyle: ...

A relationship more intimate than kindred spirits... what was that supposed to be?

Considering that they were currently in the famously gay nation of Britain, then...

There is only one truth!

Did the Dark Lord and the White Demon King really know how to have this much fun!?

Grindelwald idly played with a silver pendant in his hand, marked with a triangle, a circle, and a vertical line crossing through them. "Actually, you weren't naturally born."

"I know." Kyle nodded indifferently. Judging by the age gap between him and his father, no one would think a hundred-year-old man still had the ability to make a child through normal means.

Grindelwald gazed gently at Kyle's face. "I created you with magic."

"So, in Muggle terms, I'm a clone?"

Grindelwald shook his head. "You have a mother. Her name is Vinda Rosier. She was once one of my followers, but after I was defeated, I didn't know where she was taken."

Hearing Grindelwald's words, Kyle felt a little sad.

The Old Demon King noticed the Little Demon King's mood and decided to change the subject. "Don't you want to know how you were born?"

Kyle's attention was immediately drawn to that.

"I used my genes as the foundation and added part of Vinda's genes..."

Still the same cloning method.

"...After magically inducing the embryo, I placed it inside Vinda's body."

A Magical World version of surrogacy?

Kyle felt his worldview take a hit.

The corner of Grindelwald's mouth curled up. "Later, I added part of the Dumbledore family's bloodline to the embryo..."

Wait! If that was the case...

"Then my... my... my relationship with Professor Dumbledore..." Kyle stammered.

Looking at the figure appearing at the tavern entrance, Grindelwald clearly mouthed, "I think you can call him—Mom."

Dumbledore, who had read his lips, had his cheek twitch violently.

Following Grindelwald's gaze, Kyle turned around and saw the white-bearded old man striding toward them with a dark expression. Unconsciously, he repeated Grindelwald's words, "M-Mom?"

The first thing Dumbledore heard upon stepping into the soundproof barrier was Kyle calling him mother. His already dark face began to emanate black fumes of resentment.

"I am not your mother." Dumbledore shot Kyle a glare, his voice carrying a trace of regret. "Your mother, Vinda Rosier, died of depression not long after giving birth to you."

It took Kyle a moment to process Dumbledore's words.

He did not feel particularly sad, since they had never met, though he did feel a little regret.

Dumbledore sat down beside Kyle and stared fixedly at Grindelwald. "Everything you did back then was only for the Dumbledore family's Phoenix bloodline!"

Grindelwald smiled. "Legend says that when a member of the Dumbledore family is in need, Phoenix will appear. Receiving the help of a legendary creature like Phoenix is something many would envy."

Faced with the old lover who had personally sent him to Nurmengard prison, Grindelwald did not hold much resentment.

On the contrary, he was in quite a good mood now.

Dumbledore sat beside Kyle and declared firmly, "I cannot let you take Kyle away."

Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "That isn't up to you. I think Kyle should make the choice himself."

"I think so too." Caught between the two of them, Kyle timidly raised his hand.

Dumbledore: Death glare, stare—

Kyle: (＃°Д°;)

A wand with several knobby protrusions slowly spun between Dumbledore's long, thin fingers.

Intimidated by Dumbledore's presence, Kyle silently shifted his chair a little closer to Grindelwald.

"He must remain at Hogwarts."

Grindelwald leaned back in his chair with his arms folded, a teasing smile appearing on his face. "The Magical World doesn't only have Hogwarts. Durmstrang is also a fine choice."

Their expressions appeared calm, and their voices sounded peaceful.

However, Kyle, caught between them, could feel the air growing increasingly charged♂.

"Um... I want to study at Hogwarts."

Grindelwald: Death glare, stare—

Considering he had a group of close friends at Hogwarts, Kyle did not particularly want to attend the magical school called Durmstrang that Grindelwald had mentioned.

Hearing Kyle's words, Dumbledore smiled smugly at Grindelwald.

"But I want to live with you during the summer holidays." Kyle looked at Grindelwald.

Something seemed to shatter.

Dumbledore: Why... I was first... I was clearly the one who was first! I found Kyle wandering alone and brought him into the wondrous, fantastical world of magic... Why did it turn out like this...

Kyle's eyes sparkled as he looked at Grindelwald.

Kyle believed that, as the former first-generation Dark Lord, Grindelwald certainly would not restrict his research into those fascinating combat-oriented Dark Arts spells the way Dumbledore did.

This time, it was Grindelwald who wore a smug smile.

Dumbledore silently watched the father and son, who had only recognized each other for half a day yet had already become this close. His expression could not help darkening.

Kyle's nature had always been the lawless sort.

He had not even enrolled yet, and after only spending a little over four months at school, the number of rules he had broken had already caught up to the number Dumbledore had broken by his third year at Hogwarts.

And given what he knew of Grindelwald, if Kyle stayed by his side, his old lover would surely pass his own ideals on to Kyle...

Dumbledore could already foresee Kyle becoming the third-generation Dark Lord.

At that thought, a trace of weariness rose in Dumbledore's heart.

He was already over a hundred and ten years old. Having witnessed the rise and fall of two generations of Dark Lords, he truly hoped there would not be a third one to trouble him.

Grindelwald grinned. "Albus, this time, you lost."

Dumbledore frowned. "Gellert, don't forget that Kyle still has to return to Hogwarts."

Hearing Dumbledore's words, Grindelwald snorted. "So what?"

He then stood up and extended his hand toward Kyle. "Let's go."

"Now?" Kyle turned to glance at Cedric and the others in the distance, their necks craned as they tried to overhear the conversation.

He had not even said goodbye to his friends yet, and he had not packed his luggage either.

Dumbledore sighed wistfully and waved the two of them off.

Seeing that Grindelwald's hand remained extended, clearly wanting to leave as soon as possible and unwilling to linger before Dumbledore for even a minute, it seemed the couple's conflict ran quite deep.

Kyle waved at Dumbledore. "Goodbye, Mom!"

Dumbledore's temples immediately bulged with veins. Seeing that, Kyle instantly grasped Grindelwald's withered hand, and with a loud crack, the two figures vanished from the spot.

Dumbledore gazed complicatedly at the suddenly empty table, and the hand tightly gripping his wand slowly loosened.

He was so angry. Why had it not been him who used magic to fuse their genes and create the embryo back then?

If it had been him, he would have directly fused his and Grindelwald's genes and made Grindelwald the mother!

Instead of being like this now, looking every bit like a meddling third party before Grindelwald and Rosier's child.

Today, the story was going on recommendation, and I'm so excited.

This is the most competitive light novel section on all of Qidian, and I finally fought my way out.

To celebrate, after it goes on recommendation at two in the afternoon, I'll add two extra chapters. What do you think?

If you think that works, toss in some recommendation votes or something.

I don't dare hope for monthly votes or tips for now.

Of course, monthly votes would be even better, and tips would naturally be even better still.

Oh, right, let me reveal one more thing.

The author has plenty of chapters saved up.

But if you think you can get me to add chapters just by asking nicely, that's impossible.

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