Gellert chuckled softly, knowing that Dumbledore wasn't speaking the truth. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on Dumbledore: "Knowing your usual character, you probably want to use the Lockhart situation to warn or train someone, right? You're always like this, just as you were with Scamander back then..."
"Perhaps," Dumbledore neither admitted nor denied, "It's getting late. I should return to Hogwarts—and as for the remaining matters, they're none of my concern. I'll await your visit at Hogwarts, Gellert."
With that, Dumbledore pinched Fox's rear, and the two of them vanished from Nimongard Castle.
After seeing Dumbledore leave, Harry slowly opened his wallet and released Fiona.
Goodness, that licking bird Fox should really stay away from Fiona.
"I haven't seen Fiona for a long time, sister," Gellert casually crossed his legs, "Just like I haven't seen you in a long time. You know, ever since I was seventeen, I haven't dreamed of you telling me fairy tales to sleep."
Harry could see that this old guy was just pretending to be pitiful, trying to gain Vivi's sympathy.
"That's because you stole your sister's treasury back then, Gellert," Harry began to tease, "After you turned seventeen, all your dreams must have been about how your sister would deal with you upon her return."
"Has anyone ever told you that your mouth is really vicious, Potter?" Grindelwald glared at Harry.
Harry chuckled, "But none of this is my concern."
Seeing that Gellert still wanted to say something, Vivi interrupted, "Alright, it's getting late. I think we should rest too—there should be vacant rooms in your Nimongard for us, right? Let's prepare, and tomorrow I'll take you to stay with Mr. Leme first."
"Alright, sister," Gellert said sincerely, calling on a few loyal subordinates from downstairs to prepare rooms for the two of them.
Harry felt something was off but couldn't pinpoint what it was.
With all the noise here, Gellert getting beaten up, why hadn't his subordinates shown up?
Only when he called did these subordinates appear in the house...
Something was not right, very not right.
Suppressing his curiosity, Harry walked with Vivi to two adjacent guest rooms.
"See you tomorrow, Harry."
Vivi looked down at the just-now-chest-height Harry, smiled softly, leaned down, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead.
Suddenly being attacked, Harry's cheeks turned rosy, with the soft and warm feeling still lingering on his forehead.
"This, what's this?" Harry asked.
"Of course it's a goodnight kiss," Vivi reached out to ruffle Harry's disheveled hair, "Alright, we should rest now, see you tomorrow."
"Okay, Vivi," Harry replied, "Goodnight."
Nothing was said throughout the night.
When he got up the next morning, Harry stretched lazily.
This was the best sleep he'd had in years.
The morning scenery of Nimongard Castle was magnificent; perched in the mountains, sitting by the window, one could take in the distant mountainous views.
A house like this wouldn't be bad to have in the future, he mused.
"What are you looking at?"
A gentle voice sounded from behind. Immediately, Harry felt himself enveloped in a soft embrace.
It was Vivi; she was absorbing energy from Harry again.
"Just enjoying the view," Harry still wasn't used to being hugged like this, but he liked it, "I was thinking, wouldn't it be nice to have a house like this in the future? Just sitting by the window with nothing to do, enjoying the scenery... that's the Alps over there, right?"
"Yes, it's the Alps," Vivi said softly, "If you like it, Nimongard Castle can be yours."
"No way, I fear Gellert might kill me," Harry chuckled.
Vivi pulled him into the chair, "Don't worry, Gellert won't... Besides, he's so old now, with no heirs. What would he do with such a big house? Better to give it to the young ones."
Harry felt there was more to Vivi's words, as if she was particularly troubled by the Grindelwald family's lack of heirs.
"Speaking of which, why do you so readily trust Dumbledore?" Harry curiously asked, "You weren't like this before—"
"Ah... Well, I have to thank you for that, Harry," Vivi smiled softly, "As long as I'm with you—when there's physical contact, I seem to see a person's soul. Perhaps it's an extra effect of the Magic Stone."
"Soul?" Harry pondered on this word, unsure what it meant.
"I can see what a person's soul looks like; for example, yours," Vivi said, leaning down by Harry's ear, "Your soul is clear and pure, the most delicious soul I've ever seen... almost makes me want to take a bite."
"Uh?" Harry gasped.
"Just teasing, Dumbledore's soul is also pure white—with just a tiny spot, almost negligible," Vivi said softly.
However, she only told Harry half the truth.
Can't exactly say I marked the Elder Wand's handle with an ancient magic mark, can I? That'd make me seem too "smart".
She hummed the tune of "Emperor Quartet," a little song from home.
Harry then realized why Vivi easily believed in Dumbledore's promise.
Professor Hao Ying once said, you can fool a gentleman with fairness; perhaps Dumbledore can also be described as a gentleman.