It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 407 You play with me

"Young man?" The smile on Grindelwald's face didn't know whether it was kind or malicious, "A young man like Newt Scamander?"

Dumbledore shook his head helplessly.

"Newt is no longer young. The last time I went to see him, his grandchildren were already old enough to go to school."

"However, the young man I'm talking about is not bad at all compared to Newt, and he is even much better in some aspects."

Grindelwald stared at him.

"It's rare to hear from you that you compare two students. It seems that this young man is really outstanding."

Dumbledore said seriously.

"Voldemort has created six Horcruxes. So far, this young man has found and destroyed two of them by himself, and just half a year ago, he almost killed with his own hands the one who had just used him. Voldemort resurrected from blood."

The smile on Grindelwald's face subsided, and he said calmly.

"So it sounds like he really deserves what you call him excellent."

"You should remember that the last time I came to you, apart from wanting to learn about Voldemort's resurrection method from you, I also asked you about your opinion on the prophecy about the savior." Dumbledore said.

Grindelwald's face was full of disdain.

"Of course I still remember the prophecy you heard from the divination professor you recruited. What's the name of that woman?"

"Sybill Trelawney."

"Ah, yes, the Trelawney family, the descendants of the famous fortune-teller Cassandra Trelawney, but so what?" Grindelwald said lightly, "I've always said it, no Si, don’t take this thing so seriously, I am a prophet myself, and if placed in the family of the divination professor you recruited, my status is equivalent to that of her most famous ancestor.”

"All, no one knows better than me what kind of magic the so-called prophecy is. When outsiders have even a little bit of trust in a prophecy, the future that might only happen with a chance will become a given. .The more you want to change your destiny and destroy the behavior that is destined in the prophecy, the closer you will be to the final result of the prophecy."

"It's like the Oedipus King story in Muggle mythology."

When he was young, Grindelwald always believed that the greatest enemy of wizards in the future must be Muggles. The biggest difference from Voldemort was that he didn’t discriminate against Muggles. He felt the fear of the future picture of the bullet.

He knew very well that Muggles would be able to master a power that was a hundred times more terrifying than wizards in the future, so he wanted to complete the rule of wizards over Muggles before Muggles completely controlled that power.

The more you pay attention to the enemy, the more you will understand the enemy. Grindelwald has read many books written by Muggles, and has a deep understanding of the customs and mythological background of the European continent.

Oedipus the King is a story in Greek mythology that kills his father and marries his mother.

The origin of the story is that the king believed a prophecy that his son would kill him and marry his biological mother, which made the king terrified and asked his servants to take the child away, throw him in the wild, and starve to death by himself.

But after several twists and turns in the middle, the child named Oedipus not only did not die, but also killed his biological father without knowing it, married his biological mother and became the new king.

In the end he still knew the truth, and his mother, who had become his wife, hanged herself. Oedipus couldn't accept the reality, so he stabbed his eyes blind with his own hands and chose to go into self-exile.

Of course, Dumbledore has heard of this story. The old king is a typical case of listening to the prophecy and wanting to resist the prophecy, but it turned out to make the prophecy come true.

And what Voldemort has done to Harry so far is very similar to the old king in the story.

What Grindelwald said is basically equivalent to judging Voldemort's final outcome.

"That's why I always tell you, Albus, don't take things like prophecies too seriously, especially when you hear prophecies about yourself." Grindelwald said softly.

Dumbledore smiled freely.

"To be honest, I had already started to believe in that prophecy the night Voldemort killed the Potters, but three years ago, I saw that young man's performance, and I questioned this prophecy once. Later, the more I watched him do it, the more I became dispensable to the prophecy that a savior would appear. Do you know what that young man said to me?"

Grindelwald looked sideways at Dumbledore.

"You look like you're showing off."

Dumbledore asked himself indifferently.

"He said, 'Professor, I never felt that what we are doing now is bound to succeed, but I know that what Voldemort wants, must fail. No one is indispensable in this world. , we failed, then there must be another us in the future, because we are definitely not the only ones who want to resist, and we are definitely not the only ones who want to maintain the justice in our hearts. All we have to do is to do what we are doing right now Well, let's not rely on prophecies and fate, we only rely on ourselves.'”

Grindelwald seemed unimpressed by this, and Dumbledore blinked.

"That's great, isn't he?"

"Scene talk just sounds good."

Dumbledore leaned back in the chair relaxedly, he said lightly.

"You know, what he said was not a scene, he did everything he said, just an hour ago, we found Voldemort's last unknown Horcrux, and I'm ready for the next one, Geller special."

Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, and he heard a different breath from Dumbledore's words.

"What have you prepared?"

"I'm old enough." Dumbledore said calmly, "No matter how the world will evaluate my merits and demerits in the future, I'm already over 100 years old. I have experienced enough in my life, it is wonderful, But it’s time to get to the end.”

Grindelwald's face was a little gloomy, and his tone just made it sound like he was in a bad mood.

"Are you ready for your own death?"

Dumbledore shrugged.

"Oh, you're thinking too much, I mean, I'm ready to retire from all my current positions and go to retirement life quietly."

The gloom on Grindelwald's face didn't dissipate in the slightest, but became even darker.

"You play with me!"

Dumbledore continued to speak to himself.

"How about helping me find a room next to you for the elderly? Anyway, you don't plan to go out."

"roll!"

Sherlock was sitting on a chair, holding the Gaunt ring inlaid with the resurrection stone in his hand. After three days of research, he could clearly feel the curse attached to the ring.

This black magic is strong, as stealthy and cunning as a poisonous snake.

Now it seems that he has no problem holding the ring in his hand without protection, but as long as he intends to damage the ring from the outside or wear it on his finger, the black magic on the ring will Activated, affecting his whole body at the fastest speed.

However, the means used by Sherlock neither need to destroy the ring itself nor wear it on the hand, it can be very effective and harmless to directly suck out the remnant soul that Voldemort has stolen from the ring.

But Sherlock didn't do this right away. After fiddling with the ring for a while, he put it in his pocket without doing anything to the remnant of Voldemort inside.

Counting the time, there were still about 10 minutes before class, and Sherlock walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom with textbooks and materials needed for class.

Today's class is for Gryffindor and Ravenclaw in the fifth grade. Because the end of the fifth grade is the grade for the general wizard level exam, Harry's homework is not easy, and they are not easy in class. Dare not have the slightest slack.

Harry and Ron sat together, taking notes carefully and whispering.

"You really don't intend to ask Professor Forrest after class, what did he take Malfoy to do on the weekend?" Ron said.

Harry gave a negative answer: "No! What reason do I have to ask? Just say that I'm just curious, besides, if Professor Forrest really wants to use Malfoy as a bridge, learn from him His father is lying down, and the mysterious man has information, do you think he will tell us about such a thing?"

The quill that had been writing letters in Ron's hand paused for a moment, and he was obviously thinking about this issue seriously.

"Probably not? Hey, Hermione, don't kick my stool."

"Don't use interrogative sentences, use affirmative sentences. Professor Forrest will definitely not tell us what plans the Order of the Phoenix is ​​planning now. Instead of us asking him, you might as well let George and the others get information from Mr. Weasley easy."

"What news from Mr. Weasley?"

A third calm voice suddenly broke into their conversation, Harry and Ron both shivered involuntarily, Harry explained with a pale face.

"It's nothing, Professor, we were just chatting casually, just talking nonsense.

Hermione, who sat behind them, covered her face, desperate for these two hopeless idiots.

Sherlock looked at the two students in his class who were openly "conspiring" to investigate the Order of the Phoenix plan, and another doubt arose in his mind.

So how did Harry end up beating Voldemort?

No one can give him the answer to his doubts, unless there will be a Muggle named Rowling in this world who will write a set of books called "Harry Potter" series.

"Casual chatting is fine anytime, but I don't think this should happen in class, right?" Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said, "You two have five inches more homework today than the others, and don't bother Let me see that there are some duplicates of Hermione in it, or I will punish you for rewriting double parchment size."

Harry and Ron bowed their heads in frustration.

Sherlock has always disliked deducting points as a punishment in his class. He has always emphasized that he should be responsible for his mistakes, so assigning more homework to students who make mistakes is what he always likes to use means.

However, some students objected that writing more homework involuntarily would not allow them to acquire more knowledge.

At that time, Sherlock would tell him calmly that punishment is punishment. There is actually no essential difference between punishing them for more homework and confinement. What did you learn from your homework.

Harry and Ron honestly admitted their failure, and they finished the defense class obediently behind them, and then walked out of the classroom with Hermione.

"I made it obvious, but you still noticed everything," said Hermione, annoyed at their stupidity. "Someone even accused me of kicking his stool."

Ron has long been accustomed to Hermione's scolding, he said without blushing.

"Being punished by Professor Forrest for homework is already in a bad mood, Hermione, don't make us feel worse. Where are we going next? Back to the Gryffindor lounge?"

Harry didn't want to go back to the lounge. For his nearly five years of Hogwarts study and life, this semester can be said to be both peaceful and boring.

"Why don't we go to Hagrid? We haven't seen him for a long time. At the beginning of this semester, he took a two-month leave. Even the protection of magical beasts was temporarily given to other professors. Yesterday I I saw him in the auditorium, which means he has just returned in the past few days."

Ron looked surprised.

"Hagrid has already returned, so of course we should go and see him. Maybe we can figure out what he has been doing for the past two months from him. You know, his tone has never been strict."

Hermione raised her eyebrows involuntarily as she looked at Ron as if he hadn't learned a lesson, but she really wanted to visit Hagrid, who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Close to the Forbidden Forest, Hagrid's hut is still the same as when they first saw it, but compared to a few years ago, the vegetable field in front of the fence has been deserted, and it seems that he doesn't have much time now. Take care of here.

Seeing Harry and the others coming, Hagrid looked very happy. He poured a cup of hot tea for each of them, and brought out a plate of biscuits.

"It's just in time for you to come. This is the rock cake I just baked this morning. Come and taste it."

Seeing the "snack" he brought out, Harry and the others all showed embarrassment on their faces, but they still stretched out their hands to take the biscuits that were as hard as rocks from the plate, and slowly grinded them in their mouths. tooth.

(End of this chapter)