Chapter 347 For the Benefit of All Mankind

The defensive magic set up by Mos Jeff and his team caught the thief within two days. In order to ease the tension caused by Black's long absence, the Ministry of Magic instructed the Daily Prophet to increase its publicity.

Jeff asked Dobby to send news to Charles. Orders fell like snow. Many people were afraid that Black would run away to their homes.

Later, Charles learned that the recent thieves dyed their hair black before stealing things. The Aurors were exhausted and the people in society were panicking. However, the Daily Prophet did not report it to avoid panic.

As time passed, the plants in the greenhouse grew taller and taller, Hermione's dark circles became deeper and deeper, and her life was peaceful and fulfilling.

"Ouch!"

Hermione's head was hit by a familiar hand knife again, and she immediately slapped Charles with a feather pen like a fly swatter.

Charles sat down at the long table, put a large silver bottle in front of Hermione, and said as if giving an order: "Drink a drop before going to bed."

Hermione pouted and did not answer, looking at the ceiling.

Charles continued, "If you don't drink it yourself, I can ask Ginny and the others to let you drink it."

Hermione continued to pout, turned her head to look at him, and muttered, "You always treat me like a child."

Charles shrugged and said, "You are a child to begin with. You will be an adult when you start to think about how to make money to support yourself."

Hermione snorted angrily, took the bottle and asked, "What is this?"

"Living Hell Potion." When Charles answered, two lines of words lit up on the bottle, reminding that I didn't drink the medicine today.

Hermione frowned and asked, "Why did you give me this to drink?"

"If you drink it, you will fall asleep and never wake up."

She suddenly thought of something, grabbed her collar tightly, and looked scared.

Charles curled his lips and said, "What are you afraid of."

Hermione whispered back, "The books you hid under the bookcase..."

Charles' face suddenly turned black.

I had invited her to my house before, and I wanted her to get to know Harry and watch the show, but I didn't expect Harry to be locked under the stairs for a whole day that day.

"Forget it." Charles shook his head. "Do you think your body is the same as theirs?"

Hermione was immediately angry, pinching his neck and shaking him violently, almost shaking his brain apart.

At breakfast time the next day, Hermione came to the cafeteria with her schoolbag angrily, sat opposite Charles and stepped on him hard.

Charles just forced a smile on his face. The improved version of the living hell soup prepared by Spencer was given to Hermione last night. She would not wake up until she had enough sleep. It is estimated that she slept until lunch time.

Anyway, she has a time converter, and it seems that she came back at noon.

"Eat more." Charles handed Hermione a piece of cake.

The people around were already familiar with this kind of thing, and everyone continued to chat about their own things.

Dumbledore at the professor's seat was very troubled, because the weekend was the Quidditch match between Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, and the guys from the Ministry of Magic were coming to watch, under the pretext of inspecting the development of sports in Hogwarts. Anyway, they would eventually inspect the Dancing Grass Restaurant.

The key is the Dementors. If they fly over again, it will be a big problem.

Being entangled in such trivial matters all day long, he has no time to study the Horcrux locket and dig Peter's grave.

Everyone is busy, only one person is idle.

Because the pumpkins in the centaurs' pumpkin field have been picked, Pi Dan lost his job when he just turned 35, and wandered around the Forbidden Forest all day.

"This dog looks a little mentally ill."

"Why don't we stew it."

Black immediately turned back to human form and said to the two people who appeared in front of him: "Mr. Grindelwald, and this gentleman, are you looking for me?"

Grindelwald said: "This is not the place to talk."

He stretched out his hand to Black, indicating that he should Apparate and leave the Forbidden Forest first.

After a while, the three of them appeared in a box in the Dancing Grass Restaurant.

Grindelwald was ordering food. Blake looked at the man who looked like Marlon Brando with curiosity and asked, "Sir, what should you call him?"

"You can call him whatever you want." Grindelwald said casually while placing the order, "You can call him Otto Spinola."

Jack, who had changed his appearance, had no reaction to the name, but just nodded slightly.

The dishes came soon. Grindelwald ordered a beef pie for himself, Jack ordered a plate of steamed cod, and a plate of rice porridge with salted egg yolk, spider legs and meat appeared in front of Blake.

Grindelwald said to him, "You haven't eaten well recently. Eat some light food first."

Blake thanked him and started eating.

He ate quietly, waiting for the other party to tell his origins.

After drinking some red wine, Grindelwald asked, "Do you know which British families were once prominent but are almost extinct?"

Black didn't know why he asked this question. After thinking for a while, he replied, "I remember that the Gaunt family has already died out, and the Prewett family is almost extinct. There is only one witch who married into the Weasley family, and there is a man who is a squib."

Then he shrugged and said, "The Black family will soon be extinct."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Do you want me to help introduce you to someone? I know many ancient and prestigious families in Europe. They should have suitable candidates."

Jack said calmly, "I also know families in India."

Black was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Are you two gentlemen here to see me for this matter?"

Grindelwald said seriously: "Now there is this matter."

Black didn't know what to say.

At this time, Jack said: "Are you willing to let the Black family's property fall into the hands of your two cousins?"

Black's hand holding the spoon paused for a moment.

Grindelwald said: "We will talk about this matter later. It will take some time for me to help you find your future wife."

"We want to ask you a question today. What do you think of goblins and Gringotts?"

Black replied: "I hate goblins."

He was about to say that the Black family had a piece of silver bought from goblins with the family emblem on it, but those goblins have been claiming that the silver was theirs for five hundred years, which made the family hate it for hundreds of years.

Grindelwald interrupted him: "That's enough, I hate goblins too."

"The goblins have exploited wizards economically for hundreds of years through the coinage and Gringotts. It's time to change all this."

"We must change the status quo. Wizards must take back everything that belongs to them, and goblins must re-establish their own ideas and reshape the relationship between goblins and wizards."

"For the benefit of all mankind!"

Black stared at Grindelwald in amazement, thinking that the description of him in the history of magic textbook was still too conservative.