Chapter 2

- I think that it is necessary to inform the lady. She should know about this. the long-dead lady Idel said.

- I think so. Although what is there to think. She would have found out if she didn't already. Owls don't fly to us. Here two plus two can be added together. the kid grumbled. The lady only said something displeased. "I'll go." Thank you for lady Idel's company.

"Thank you, too.".. Even though you didn't come with very good news. Harold never heard the last sentence

The guy went through the winding secret passages to his grandmother's office. The darkness didn't bother him at all; Harold's eyes had long since become accustomed to it. The darkness to be honest calmed him down and made it so that there are no problems in the circle. But they are there. And they need to be addressed urgently.

With these thoughts, the guy left the aisle and went to the office. After knocking and waiting for permission to enter, the guy calmly went into the room and put the envelope on the table in front of his grandmother.

And she wasn't exactly a grandmother. A perfectly young girl in her twenties. With bright ruby hair that fell to her shoulders. Dark, almost black eyes. Straight nose and full lips. She was dressed in a suit consisting of a white blouse, black jacket, black trousers and the same color of pumps.

"What is it?" - sang the bewildered girl.

"Read it and you'll understand." the guy said and sat down opposite the table. There were many books in the study. Even very. There was a table on which the hostess sat. In front of the chair. There are two more chairs on the side and a crystal table between them. This is probably all. My grandmother didn't really need anything. She doesn't need to sleep, eat, or have fun. But she could do it.

Numerous portraits of her ancestors told how the girl had never laughed in their memory, but when young Harold appeared, it was as if she had changed. She just looked lighter, softer, and had a happy smile on her face...

" I can't say anything about that, Harold. with a sigh she said. "It should be your decision to stay or leave. But I think I know your choice. And if that happens, I will always be with you. a piercing but warm gaze was fixed on the boy. He didn't know what to do. But he had an idea that he was looking for

"Even if I go for revenge?" "what is it?" he asked.

"Even if it is. - with a heavy sigh, she got up from her seat and walked over to the sitting guy, - I think you should understand that revenge is a worthy reason to go. But I have a question. For whom will you take revenge?

- For whom? he stiffened a little as he looked into those black eyes. For your home. And for what's left of our ancestors.

- This suits me... - said the girl and sat on the arm of the chair, - I think that you know how to behave. You're pretty well trained. You're good at magic, not all of it, but that's enough. So I think I'll let you go in peace.

- Really? the boy looked at his grandmother with undisguised surprise. "I thought you'd be mad when I told you about revenge."

"Why should I be angry?" Harold, I've seen a lot in my life. I've seen a lot of betrayals. And I took revenge. But my revenge will never compare to yours. My revenge doesn't compare to anything else. I think it's in its own way

"What things?" the boy asked, but he got up and followed his grandmother.

- Harold! Sometimes you can be incredibly stupid, "the girl laughed merrily," for school, Of course.

"Do we have to go out and buy something?" Harold said resignedly.

- Of course not! I have everything. the girl replied seriously.

*****

Having collected everything necessary, the girl and the guy sat on the wide balcony of the fourth floor and drank tea with snacks. The view of the Burning Forest was truly magnificent. Dark red forest with iridescences of yellow, made the illusion of fire. The sky was covered with a red pall and the sky was already darkening in the distance. The pleasant silence was broken by soft sighs, the singing of birds, the rustling of forest leaves and the tapping of cups.

"What do you think?" my grandmother asked.

"What do you mean?" - asked the guy and looked at the girl.

- About Hogwarts. What are you going to do? she looked at the boy, too.

- I think that I will break the stereotypes. "they are," he said slowly.

- Curiously. I'd like to see it, but I have things to do. - with a sigh, she said, - I think you're doing the right thing. Dumbledore is considered a very powerful wizard, but this is not the case. Slightly more than average. Yes, he knows a lot. He's a very good manipulator. But we are better. the girl finished with a chuckle.

- Thank you for everything Velira. Harold said gratefully, looking at his grandmother and smiling.