"You're not dead?"
The sister in front of him didn't say a word, but looked at him with an extremely cold gaze, raising her magic wand to point at his face.
"Sis, spare me, spare me!"
He instinctively pleaded.
He knew that in the past when he got into trouble, he only needed to beg his sister, and she would soften.
However, what greeted him was a scarlet magic spell.
"Ah!!"
Grindelwald woke up from the dream, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.
Lately, he's been having this kind of nightmare regularly, but the Eye of Prophecy seemed shrouded in mist, unable to see any hints through it.
Could it be... Is his sister really returning?
Grindelwald reached for the cup of water beside him and gulped down a mouthful.
He breathed heavily, attempting not to dwell on the scene from his dream.
God, that truly was...
He's not scared of his sister physically dealing with him, just afraid of that look as if seeing a stranger.
Still, talking back, he doesn't feel guilty; if anything, the guilty party should be his sister.
...
The house of the Leme family isn't small, at least it's big enough to accommodate the Scamander family, plus Harry and Vivi.
The Traceless Stretching Spell, well, for a six-hundred-year-old Alchemist it's a privilege... Besides, even if the French Ministry of Magic wants to intervene, they can't find the exact location of the Leme family's place, after all, it's already protected by the Sword of Loyalty Spell.
In the morning, Harry noticed Vivi suddenly changed back to silver-white hair.
"What's going on?" Harry asked while yawning, "Vivi, why is your hair white again?"
"I don't know either." Vivi exclaimed with a smile, patting him on the bum: "Go wash up, and when you return, let sister recharge some Magic Power."
As Harry walked into the bathroom, Pernelle's voice echoed from behind Vivi.
"How is it, Vivi?" Pernelle asked: "How's that hair-dye magic spell working?"
"Thank you, Mrs. Leme." Vivi said modestly, "This is really useful for me..."
"But I wouldn't suggest using it too much, after all, he'll eventually find out." Pernelle said softly.
Vivi raised an eyebrow ambiguously, agreeing with Pernelle inwardly.
However...
She actually really liked this color.
"Once we're back at Hogwarts, I'll have Lucius nominate you as a director." Harry said to Pabi: "After all, it's also compensation from the fairies, and I've already communicated this with the Malfoy family."
"Then..." Pabi swallowed hard, "What does Vivi say, do you agree?"
"That's also my suggestion to Harry, Pabi."
Vivi used a dining knife to spread a layer of jam over toast, then carefully applied a layer of butter, placed bacon and sausages in between, and handed it to Harry.
"Yes, yes." Harry took the heart-shaped sandwich and bit into it, "Last time I talked to you, didn't you also agree? Don't worry, we'll definitely make you a successful Hogwarts director."
"Indeed, auntie," Newt agreed: "Besides Harry supporting you, Tina and Theseus, all three of us will support you too."
"So will I." Mr. Leme said leisurely, not having breakfast but sipping on tea casually from the side: "Oh, by the way, Dumbledore invited us to stay at Hogwarts for the new term, I think both Pernelle and I could use a change of scenery..."
"But Hogwarts doesn't have electricity," Harry said.
Mr. Leme slowly turned his head to look at the computer, and without turning back, he said: "I've decided to stay in France for the time being—at least until my research is complete."
The people in the room exchanged glances, knowing what Mr. Leme meant.
Going to Hogwarts is evidently less interesting than staying home and enjoying civilized fun.
After breakfast, Harry and Vivi bid farewell.
Both planned to visit Nimongard.
"Are you sure you don't need us to go with you?" Newt asked anxiously: "Even though Grindelwald wouldn't harm his sister, but facing Harry... I think he's..."
"No need, thank you, Professor Scamander." Vivi said with a gentle smile.
"However..." Mr. Leme suddenly said: "I wouldn't recommend you go to Nimongard by Apparition Displacement, as after Gellert formed the Witch Purist Party, he remodeled Nimongard, not only changing the landscape but also moving Nimongard Castle into the mountains."
"Is there such a thing?" Vivi asked in surprise.
Mr. Leme didn't answer, but pulled out a map, marking it with his magic wand.
"Here it is."
"Okay." Harry picked up the map, "How should we get there?"
"I have a way." Vivi grabbed Harry, saying: "Remember that car Hermione's Dad took us in? We can take a car there, can't we?"
"But we don't have a car, I also can't drive..."
Harry hadn't finished when Vivi dragged him out.
Ten minutes later, they were sitting in the back of a luxury car, Vivi looked proudly at Harry.
"Is this your plan?" he said with an indescribable expression: "Using a Soul-snatching Curse to control a Muggle?"
Vivi didn't speak, just rested her eyes, lounging in the back seat comfortably.
"Isn't this improper?" Harry said quietly: "After all, he's an innocent passer-by, we..."