Dumbledore left, his mind at ease.
But...
What about me? Su Er felt utterly numb. Ever since Dumbledore had left, Grindelwald had been watching him with interest through those eyes of different shades, saying nothing, simply studying him.
Oh, surely he hasn't fallen for my handsome face.
Oh, my body belongs only to Hermione.
It wouldn't be good if Old Bumblebee found out about something like this, would it?
In his panic, all sorts of wild thoughts flashed through Su Er's mind. They immediately fell silent when Grindelwald spoke.
"Sit down, Mr. Bones."
Su Er froze, feeling rather small, pitiful, and helpless, but he had no choice but to sit gingerly on the room's only chair.
It was no wonder Su Er was a little scared. In Hogwarts' thick History of Magic book, Grindelwald was described as an evil villain who could swallow a child in one bite, whose name alone could stop children crying.
Oh, just kidding. Back to the point: at least the old man seemed fairly amiable for now.
"Do you know me?" Su Er asked cautiously.
"This isn't our first meeting, Mr. Bones. It's our third."
"How terribly rude of me, letting you see me in such a sorry state." Grindelwald's voice was full of warmth.
Su Er blinked in surprise. "We've met before?"
Grindelwald smiled at Su Er, startling him so badly that he nearly stood up.
The elderly man's face changed in an instant, only for a fleeting moment, but it stirred a distant memory in Su Er's mind.
That frightening, eccentric old man he had met in Spinner's End during the summer holiday of his second year.
"It was you?"
"It was."
Back then, he had mischievously imitated the face and manner of a former subordinate to give the young wizard before