Hogwarts: I Am an Exemplary Wizard

Chapter 1198 -835: The Golden Bird_3

“Goblin, rebellion… I’m quite interested. Can you tell me more?” Grindelwald asked.

“I found out about Hogsmeade,” Kael said. “There’s a place there, it used to be their headquarters, but it’s been abandoned for some time now. I tried to find remnants inside before, but I was driven out.”

Grindelwald looked at Bathilda, seeming to seek confirmation, and found her surprisingly excited.

“If it’s about the history of goblin rebellions, I would recommend you visit the Bakor ruins. It’s the place where goblins initially decided to begin their rebellion, leaving behind many useful traces, and their weapon forge is also located there.”

“Looks like I have my next target.” Kael said.

Grindelwald suddenly chuckled, glancing at Bathilda with a teasing tone, “I always thought you were the only one interested in such dull things, surprised to find there’s another person who likes them too.”

“Mind your manners.”

“Oh, sorry,” Grindelwald said sincerely, “Although I don’t understand, I respect your interests and sincerely wish you success in your endeavors.”

He slightly bowed and then turned back to the room, no longer paying attention to Kael.

Initially, he came over worried that Bathilda might have been deceived. After all, upon seeing Kael for the first time, he felt this person was questionable, and hard to see through.

But now it seems he overthought it. From Bathilda’s behavior, it was clear that person was knowledgeable about Magic History.

Perhaps it’s a preference unique to British Wizards.

And to him, someone who enjoys Magic History wasn’t worth much attention.

Once Grindelwald left, Kael sighed in relief. Thankfully, Grindelwald was entirely focused on magical research at that point, viewing him as perhaps no different than the gnomes in the garden.

Bathilda was rather enthusiastic; it’s rare for her to meet someone else who also likes Magic History, and she talked a lot with Kael, from goblin rebellions to the War of the Giants.

Relying on the knowledge from ‘Magic History,’ Kael managed to join in the conversation with a few words. As for details not found in the books, he would just say he hadn’t focused on them yet.

He set himself up as a sixth-year Hogwarts student; his experiences were laid out, so it was natural not to know too much.

Or rather, knowing everything would be suspicious.

Unconsciously, time had moved to noon, and the enthusiastic Bathilda invited him for lunch, but Kael refused.

Joking, just a few words earlier were already troublesome; how could he possibly have lunch with Grindelwald.

Seeing Kael’s firm stance, Bathilda, though disappointed, didn’t press further.

“Alright, but I must say, Gellert indeed was an expelled student, but essentially he’s warm-hearted, cheerful, not as you think.”

Bathilda thought Kael just didn’t want to associate much with someone expelled from school, so she defended him a bit.

She truly liked Grindelwald, naturally not wanting others to look at him with bias. ℯ

“No, you misunderstood,” Kael quickly shook his head, “I have an elder who also got expelled from school, and that didn’t stop him from becoming an excellent Magizoologist later on.”

“Also from Hogwarts?” Bathilda asked curiously, “Do I know them?”

“I suppose you don’t,” Kael shook his head ambiguously, “He’s currently not in the United Kingdom; perhaps you’ll meet him later.”

“Like Mr. Grindelwald mentioned earlier, some people don’t need a diploma to prove their worth.”

“It’s great you think that way,” Bathilda said cheerfully, “So where are you headed next, do you need any help?”

“Find a place to stay before night,” Kael said, “I might need to stay here a few more days, looking for possible Gryffindor traces.”

Kael originally planned to say he’d leave immediately, making it easier to distance himself from Grindelwald.

But he quickly realized he might not stay in one spot, if discovered, it would be more troublesome.

“A place to stay… You could go to the Valley Bar,” Bathilda thought for a moment, pointed with her hand, “It’s at the lowest part of the Valley, they offer accommodation there, prices fair, environment nice.”

“When you arrive, you can mention my name, and if old man Johnson can’t give you a satisfying discount, I’ll throw his treasured oak barrel into the lake.”