Chapter 841: Goodbye, Dumbledore
Godric’s Hollow was a small place, and news traveled fast.
Take, for example, the recent departure of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Grindelwald. Within just a few days, the entire village knew they had left without a word.
This time, the gossip spread even faster. Aberforth emerged from the woods in the evening, and within an hour, word that he’d been beaten up by Kneazles had already become the hottest topic at the valley’s bar.
People laughed until they were gasping for breath, many ordering an extra round—including Corder.
"Hahaha... That kid’s got guts. Even we don’t dare mess with those Kneazles, and he went in there alone!"
"What, the Kneazles here are that dangerous?" Kyle asked, curious.
He’d been through that forest before and hadn’t thought it was anything unusual.
"They’re not so much dangerous as they are clever," Corder explained. "The Kneazles in Godric’s Hollow are the smartest magical creatures I’ve ever seen. They even set traps to prank wizards who wander into the forest."
"Traps?" Kyle raised an eyebrow.
He believed they were smart, sure—but traps? That sounded like a stretch.
"I’m serious," Corder said, completely earnest. "I don’t know how they learned—maybe they picked it up by watching wizards—but I swear I’m not exaggerating."
"I remember when we first moved here, I went into the woods to pick some wildflowers for the garden. I hadn’t gone far before I fell into a pit..."