"Is this... your brother?" she asked uncertainly.
"You're as perceptive as always, Miss Grindelwald," Dumbledore chuckled as he introduced, "Yes, this is my brother, Abufosi Dumbledore."
"I see," Vivi said with sudden realization, "So is there something important you wanted to discuss with us in the Headmaster's Office this time?"
As soon as she finished speaking, Principal Black's voice echoed from the wall.
"Hey, Grindelwald, you little imp, not even greeting the esteemed headmaster? And you, Potter?"
"Hello, Principal Black," Vivi and Harry greeted together.
Only then did Principal Black contentedly put his nightcap back on and return to bed to snore away.
After exchanging greetings, everyone sat around the desk in the Headmaster's Office.
Dumbledore poured each of them a glass of lemonade – the kind with less sugar.
Seeing water in the cup instead of syrupy liquid, Newt hesitantly picked up the glass, took a small sip, and then quickly put it down with a frown.
"Too sweet, Albus," Newt commented, "I'd rather drink dishwater than such sweet lemonade."
"That's your loss, Newt," Dumbledore chuckled.
"Alright, we didn't come here to watch you reminisce," Abufosi said coldly, "Albus, you should know hiring a Dark Wizard like Grindelwald as a professor is utterly unacceptable!"
"He's just an assistant, Abufosi," Dumbledore replied casually.
"I think you've been bewitched by him!" Abufosi blurted out, "Grindelwald, born evil; I should have seen your true colors long ago. If not, Ariana wouldn't have been harmed by you!"
Upon hearing 'born evil Grindelwald,' Vivi noticeably lowered her eyelids, a flash of light in her eyes.
But when 'Ariana' was mentioned, Vivi sighed.
Indeed, it was her inhuman brother who wronged Dumbledore's family.
The scoundrel...
"What are you talking about, you goat boy!"
Gellert had somehow entered the Headmaster's Office, catching Abufosi's words as he entered, and retorted angrily.
"I think you're a Welshman, boy; otherwise, you wouldn't be hanging out with goats all the time..."
Though Gellert wasn't physically in that form, his appearance, voice, and words instantly reminded Abufosi of that rascal German who once stole his brother's heart.
"Crucio (Crucio)!"
"Protego Diabolica (Fiery Body Protection)!"
Abufosi swiftly drew his Magic Wand, a crimson Magic Spell firing from its tip, aimed at Gellert.
However, a circle of blue flames ignited around Gellert, devouring the crimson Magic Spell entirely.
Harry looked at Vivi in surprise, as if to ask why Gellert knew her signature Magic Spell.
"My treasury also includes my notes of insights," Vivi whispered in Harry's ear.
Gellert had quite the sharp tongue. Abufosi liked goats, but only in the sense of feeding them—yet Gellert's Welsh comment elevated his goat fondness to another... uh, somewhat dubious level.
As everyone knows, the Welsh indeed have a fondness for goats.
"Stop!" Dumbledore yelled, just as he would when trying to mediate.
"I think you're completely blinded by love, Albus!" Abufosi shouted, "You've been taken in by that German! Can't hear your own brother speaking!"
Newt kept his head down, but his expression clearly said "wow."
Hearsay is no match for witnessing the drama firsthand.
"He's flustered," Gellert didn't shy from escalating the situation: "He's flustered because I hit the mark!"
But just as he finished speaking, his mouth was sealed by a Magic Spell from his sister.
"So, can we sit down and have a calm discussion?" Vivi asked with a smile, "Gellert? Could you do that?"
Gellert nodded and obediently sat back down.
"Abufosi." Dumbledore also looked at his brother.
Though still angry, since Miss Grindelwald had already set an example, he suppressed his rage.
"I want to know what on earth is going on," Abufosi glanced at Vivi, "How can people from a century ago suddenly appear now—and still look so young, is it some summoning Magic? If possible..."
He didn't finish the sentence, but everyone knew he was thinking of Ariana.
"No, it's just a form of Time Magic," Vivi softly said, "A Magic that allowed me to freeze in time so I could come a century forward to find Harry."
"I see." Abufosi nodded somewhat disappointedly, then jerked his head up, "What did you say? Harry? Which Harry? That Harry? Harry Potter?!"
At this, he shouted in astonishment, "Merlin's beard, isn't he Lily and James' son? How could he..."
"Hey! Goat Boy!"
Phineas's voice came from the portrait frame, "I warn you, if you keep shouting I'll deduct points from Gryffindor!"
He clearly hadn't woken up, still thinking he was the headmaster of Hogwarts.
Harry seemed quite accustomed to this sort of thing.