"Do you really think this is okay, Professor Dumbledore?"

Madam Pomfrey looked at the gold and red figures working in the Ravenclaw orchards not far away, her voice full of concern.

"The term has barely started a month ago, and there have already been two large-scale student conflicts. If you add the food poisoning in the first week, there have been more incidents in this one month than in the entire past year."

Although Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had left to return to their respective houses to restrain their students, Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor Sprout, and Madam Pomfrey remained, treating the injured students.

It must be admitted that, thanks to their rich experience in causing trouble and fighting, even in this absolutely disadvantageous and one-sided situation, the Gryffindor wizards had remarkably strong self-preservation skills.

Most of the students, although knocked to the ground by spells, did not actually suffer severe magical damage.

Compared to the Hufflepuff and Slytherin students, who nearly bashed each other's brains out, they had barely scratched the surface. Throughout the whole scene, not a single student required hospitalization.

Even without Madam Pomfrey and Grindelwald's healing, they could cast a healing spell or a quick mend on themselves and bounce back to their feet almost immediately.

Of course, this was also partly due to Gryffindor's lack of strong resistance, as well as the absence of a battlefield medical team and a supervisory squad led by Aileen throughout the process.

"Madam Pomfrey, I think this is a very good start."

Grindelwald grinned, his wand emitting a soft white light as he healed the Gryffindor lions who were still groaning on the ground, trying to avoid planting trees. He said casually,

"Hogwarts' campus environment is too peaceful. Appropriate fighting and combat training are not necessarily a bad thing as a form of education... I'm not saying you were wrong before, but as an elder, I have seen too many greenhouse flowers wither and fade in the face of malicious social setbacks."

In Gellert Grindelwald's eyes, the squabbles between Hogwarts students were too childish and student-like to be considered anything worth making a fuss about.

Leaving aside the wizarding wars he had experienced, even at Durmstrang, things were never as peaceful and harmless as they were now—after a small-scale brawl, not even one moderately injured person had appeared.

"That's right, and from another point of view, the barriers between houses are being broken down faster than we imagined."

Dumbledore turned to look at George Weasley, who was chatting quietly with Meriel in the distance, and the Gryffindor "captives" who were repairing the orchard with Ravenclaw students. A look of gratification appeared on his face.

"Look there, the children are much more tolerant than us old folks—I suddenly agree with some of a certain little girl’s views. Appropriate fighting and cooperation may be more effective than simply enforcing rules and competition."

Perhaps in the short term, the Ravenclaw wizards who were still angry would not give these Gryffindor lions a good face. But as time went by, Dumbledore could clearly foresee the day when these children became good friends.

After all, given the Ravenclaw girls' sensitivity and intelligence, and the Gryffindor students' natural optimism and enthusiasm, once they had common topics and plenty of time together, it was only natural for their relationship to improve.

Just like the Hufflepuff and Slytherin houses had a fierce fight last week. Now the students of the two houses had become increasingly intimate and familiar while dining in the Great Hall. That chaotic battle, which the professors thought might create divisions, inadvertently became the catalyst for breaking down house barriers.

As Dumbledore said, under the professors' watchful eyes, the students, who had been fighting fiercely, had begun to chat with each other in just a few minutes.

The most obvious change was between Meriel Stripe, the Ravenclaw prefect who was registering names, and George Weasley. George must have said something funny, because Meriel rolled up the parchment in her hand and playfully tapped the boy's shoulder with a smile.

"Perhaps, this is the so-called... *nodisrd, nonrd*?"

Dumbledore's mouth twitched, and he said slowly, sounding like a somewhat stiff direct translation.

Well, yes, *nodisrd, nonrd*—if you don't hit one, then you can't make friends.

This was what Aileen had told Dumbledore earlier when she was chatting, a philosophical idea from the mysterious East.

In addition to this, there were also a series of awkward sayings that sounded absurd, such as "打成一片(dǎ chéng yī piàn) [mix like one]", "欢喜冤家(huān xǐ yuān jiā) [happy rivals]", "打是亲，骂是爱(dǎ shì qīn, mà shì ài) [spare the rod and spoil the child]."

(ps: The correct translation is *nodisrd, nonrd*, um, don't be misled by Sesame Tangyuan)

Speaking of which, where is that white-haired furball now…

Seeing that the situation here was almost dealt with, Dumbledore finally felt relieved and recalled Aileen, whom he and Grindelwald had abandoned halfway—they had separated at the gate of the castle. The child shouldn't get lost, right?

"Huff~~ I've finally found you, Professor Dumbledore, Mr. Apocalyps."

Before Dumbledore could finish his worries, a familiar clear voice appeared in his ears. At the same time, a familiar ominous premonition surged in Dumbledore's heart again.

Aileen breathed a sigh of relief and calmed her heartbeat.

Fortunately, Hogwarts Castle was not too big. Although she had run in the wrong direction, as long as she identified a direction and circled the main wall of the castle, she could eventually find the correct location of Ravenclaw Tower.

After all, she was just not very good at finding directions, not really blind or a lost cause.

Such a large group of people gathered together, plus the tall Ravenclaw Tower, she could easily identify it. As for why she had to rush to the scene, in addition to watching the fun, there was naturally another important and noble purpose.

Soon, Dumbledore understood the source of the ominous premonition in his heart.

"Ah, Madam Pomfrey, you're here too, that's great."

Aileen glanced at him and Grindelwald unhurriedly, then turned around and looked at the head matron of the hospital wing, Poppy Pomfrey, with a well-behaved expression, politely nodding her head and asking curiously like a little angel.

"Madam, is there anything I can help with? You know, I also know a little about healing magic."

"Thank you, child. Not this time, the students have almost all been healed."

Madam Pomfrey smiled and shook her head. She had a good impression of this little girl who took the initiative to help Snape treat students in potion class and mediate the Slytherin house.

Not to mention, this little one was also the head chef of the Hogwarts kitchen—thanks to Aileen, the meals for the faculty and staff for the past two weeks had been almost Michelin three-star quality.

"Oh, then I'm relieved. In that case, we can talk about something else."

Aileen smiled slightly, revealing a little imp-like smile that looked especially terrifying in Dumbledore's eyes, and said softly.

"Madam Pomfrey, Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Apocalyps got a lot of treacle toffee from Hagrid. I think, for the two old men, the calories and sugar content of this kind of candy is too unhealthy, so..."

"Treacle toffee?"

Madam Pomfrey repeated in confusion, glancing thoughtfully at the two centenarians with embarrassed faces.

As a healer who had been working on the front lines for many years, she naturally knew the importance of a healthy diet for the elderly. Since Aileen had provided these two old wizards with "healthy meals" alone and proposed a series of nutritional theories from the non-magical world, Madam Pomfrey had always attached great importance to this issue.

"Yes, this is it."

Aileen nodded quite seriously, took out a few colorful toffees from her pocket, gently placed them in Madam Pomfrey's hand, and inconspicuously made a face at the two old men who were stunned.

"This kind of candy... How could Hagrid give it to old people? I'll have a good talk with Hagrid later."

Poppy Pomfrey casually unwrapped a treacle toffee and took a bite, frowning heavily—the syrup inside was too viscous. Even if she just tasted a little bit, she could vaguely feel her teeth being stuck together.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Mr. Apocalyps."

Madam Pomfrey suddenly turned her head and looked at the two old wizards with a serious face.

"Are you going to take it out yourself, or do you want me to help you find it?"

"Uh, just ask Albus about this, I'm already hundreds of years old, it doesn't matter."

Grindelwald coughed lightly and said slowly, pushing the old radish forward without hesitation.

From the current situation, it was clear that Albus Dumbledore, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, could not be saved, so Grindelwald naturally made the most correct choice—releasing bait to attract firepower and preserve half of the "toffee fire."

However, what Gellert Grindelwald did not understand was that in front of an obstinate medical worker, whether you were an old man of one hundred and ten years old or a living fossil of five or six hundred years old, you were treated as an old child of the same level.

"That won't do. Since you have joined Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I must be responsible for the health of both of you, so... I'm sorry, Mr. Apocalyps."

Madam Pomfrey shook her head firmly, pulled out her wand and pointed it at the two old wizards in front of her, clearly reciting.

"Toffee, come here!"

In the next moment, a pile of colorful toffees jumped out of Grindelwald and Dumbledore's pockets.

A trace of anger flashed in Grindelwald's eyes, and his fingers moved, as if he wanted to make some response, but when his gaze touched the silver-haired little witch who was looking at the two with a smile next to him, it finally turned into a helpless wry smile.

"I heard Aileen say that you have diabetes!"

Madam Pomfrey looked at Grindelwald with extra seriousness, raised the treacle toffee in her hand and shook it.

"So, in my spare time this week, I specially learned about this disease in the non-magical world. Although I don't quite understand many of the descriptions and explanations, the symptoms are indeed similar to the acute illnesses that I have seen many old people suffer from over the years."

"I..."

The last trace of resentment in Grindelwald's eyes completely disappeared. His lips moved, and he sighed softly.

"Okay, that girl Aileen is right. Sorry... I caused you trouble."

As Grindelwald, who had personally experienced an acute diabetic complication, when faced with this legitimate reason that was clearly for his health, even if he was unwilling, he could only accept it silently—and even had to force a smile and express his gratitude to that little girl…

A moment later, no more toffees flew out of Grindelwald and Dumbledore's bodies. Madam Pomfrey casually waved her wand in the air, enlarging a candy wrapper into a package and placing all the candies inside.

"Aileen, these candies are for you... go share them with the students."

Madam Pomfrey shrugged and said with a smile.

"Okay, thank you!"

Aileen nodded happily, the little fluff on top of her head swaying cheerfully, her mood quite good.

It wasn't that Hagrid's candy-making skills were so outstanding, but... this was the candy confiscated from Grindelwald and Dumbledore, just thinking about it made it feel super sweet, um, very sweet, very sweet!

…

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Looking at Aileen, who was happily counting her gains, Albus Dumbledore smiled inscrutably and leaned over to Grindelwald's ear beside him to whisper.

"Don't worry, old friend. On the way here, I've already distributed some of the candies to the house-elves, and asked them to secretly hide them in the stone beast's mouth at the entrance of the headmaster's office—we can take them out when we go back later."

Although as the head chef of Hogwarts, Aileen had issued an order to empty all the sweets in the headmaster's office, the stone beast located at the entrance of the office was obviously not within this range.

Accurately speaking, as the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore wanted to hide things in places that were not limited to his own office... These children are still too young after all.

However, upon hearing Dumbledore's backup plans, there was no joy or ripple on Grindelwald's face.

"Albus, have you thought about something?"

Grindelwald looked at the silver-haired little devil in front of him, who was flashing a bright smile, and said leisurely.

"How did that little girl find her way to Hogwarts Castle, and... where did she get the treacle toffees she took out of her pocket just now?"

Um?

Hmm.

This…

The smile on Dumbledore's face gradually disappeared…

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Goo Ya! Chapter 2! Still 4000 words! All overdue chapters have been paid off!

And in that case, today is nine thousand words updated! Another step closer to the dream, come on, fat chicken!

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