HP: It's a snake, not a badger.

Chapter 1 The Musician

Thaddeus Estate, Germany

Calvin Thaddeus looked at his son sitting on the sofa and asked him with a headache, "Allie, why do you want to go to Hogwarts? Tell me your reasons, and if you can't convince me, you're getting back to Durmstrang."

Emeric Thaddeus turned a page of "Introduction to Beginner Potions," looked up, and met the gaze of his dear old father. "Hmm, I spent two years mastering Durmstrang. I'm thinking of switching schools, plus I'm curious about what Grindelwald's old flame looks like, and what Grindelwald would give me if I managed to bring him back~"

Calvin felt his head throb even more. How had his adorable son turned into such a show-off, wanting to see everything that was exciting?

Before he could finish his wild thoughts, Emeric continued, "They say there's a Dark Lord there. Grindelwald plowed up Europe twice before, but this guy didn't even finish once. If that's the case, I should be able to beat him in a year!"

Calvin looked back at his lover, Ambrose Aldrickson, in despair. Ambrose, leaning against the window, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Darling, you have to believe in Ellie's abilities. He can take care of himself. And even if you don't believe in Ellie, you should believe in Silas." Saying this, she walked to Kaven's side and leaned down to kiss Kaven's lips.

"Our Ellie won't worry Father and Papa, right?" (Hyperion: Silas, a forest god. The Thaddeus family is of Silas's bloodline, which is not diluted, resulting in a high survival rate for plants. He can sense the emotions of plants and has a high affinity with animals.)

Emeric noticed his father leaving the window, skillfully covered his face with the book, and only removed it when he heard his father speak. He assured them, "I won't let myself get hurt, I'll keep my life safe. Father, Father, I'm still a child, could you please be affectionate away from me?"

Calvin blushed slightly, and before he could explode, Ambrose quickly threw Emeric out, saying, "Grindelwald is looking for you, go find him right now."

Emeric, who guessed what they were up to in a second, rolled his eyes and turned to find Grindelwald.

Grindelwald sat in a recliner by the window, sunlight streaming in onto the book in his hands. Framed photos of him and Dumbledore in their youth sat on the wall. He slowly flipped through "The Complete Book of Dark Magic," waiting for some wicked little brat to come knocking.

"Sir, I'm going to Hogwarts. Is there any local specialty you'd like me to bring back for you during the holidays?" Emeric's voice arrived before he did.

Grindelwald seemed distracted upon hearing the word "Hogwarts," then turned to find Emerick had arrived. "If possible, bring me back some Honeydukes Lemon Olaf."

Upon hearing this, a glint flashed in Emeric's purple eyes. "Yes, sir, I'll send it to you during the Christmas holidays."

You clearly wanted a person, not a lemon-flavored snowman. As for whether you brought back a lemon-flavored snowman or a lemon-flavored snowman, sir, you don't need to know beforehand.

Dumbledore, far away in England, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine as he saw Minerva staring at the young wizards below, secretly popping a lemon Olaf into her mouth.

Professor McGonagall turned around and saw Dumbledore sneaking around eating. Annoyed, she asked Snape, "Severus, how many bottles of Albus's Tooth Strengthening Potion have you had this month?"

Snape held up four fingers with a smug look on his face. "Our dear Headmaster Dumbledore has probably fallen in love with the taste of the Tooth-Strengthening Potion. He's drunk it four times in half a month."

Professor McGonagall waved her wand and confiscated all the candy from Dumbledore. "Albus, you've gone too far! Severus has to teach classes, brew medicine for you, and patrol the night. Your candy for this month is gone."

Grindelwald always felt that this little brat was thinking something strange, but he couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up. After all, the little brat wouldn't betray the person he loved.

"Hogwarts has four schools. I recommend Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Gryffindor isn't really for you. You might like Hufflepuff in some ways." Grindelwald ruffled Emeric's hair and handed him a book.

Emeric smiled sweetly and promised him, "I definitely won't go to Gryffindor. I don't like those creatures who act faster than they think."