Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 84 Magic Summit ([-])

When the three ferocious ghouls turned into black smoke, Fera Hope's eyes were blank for a moment.

lost.

How can this be?

Just like a full-level tuba bullying a trumpet with primary skills, even if the trumpet's skills are filled up, the basic attributes will not change.

Klein Grindelwald is obviously just a kid who hasn't entered the second grade yet.No matter how talented such a child is, he will never be able to match her decades of accumulation!
But the result is.
The "ghoul" she summoned was chopped up like a vegetable by the opponent's "guardian knight", and it was chopped into ashes and wiped out.

"You really"

Taking a deep breath, Phila Hope wanted to say to Klein, "Are you really only 12 years old?", but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't help but turn the words into
"You are really nice."

"Thank you."

Klein could feel that since Fera Hope's "Spell of Calling Ghosts" completely failed, most of the old lady's hostility and resistance towards him had disappeared.

Although he didn't understand why, he was willing to maintain the necessary respect for such a person with great attainments in the field of spells.

"Hehe, I'm old, I'm really old, I'm old and confused."

Fira Hope, who put down the burden of hatred, smiled, and suddenly changed from an aggressive woman to a kind and loving grandma.

"Obviously the enemy is locked in Nurmengard, but he wants to get angry with a child."

As if speaking to Klein, but also as if speaking to herself, Phila Hope put the apricot wand back into the handbag, and slowly walked off the stage under the gaze of the audience.

Maybe it's like she said it herself.

Her enemy has always been locked in Nurmengard, not anywhere else.
Klein remained silent.

He neither showed the excitement of "defeating" Fera Hope, nor was he stunned by the other party's words.

He stood calmly, silently feeling every look that fell on him.

"I'm not proud of my last name, nor am I humbled by it.

I am who I am.

The one and only Klein Grindelwald. "

Grindelwald's blood has brought him supreme talent.Similarly, Grindelwald's blood also brought him endless hatred.

Phila Hope is just a microcosm.

Klein knew that when he made his official debut, there would be countless wizards in the wizarding world who were persecuted by "Grindelwald" until their families were destroyed, and they would lock him with indifferent eyes.

but.
so what?

Now he not only has the strength to control fate, but also has the ability to change fate.

All doubts and prejudices must be trampled under his feet!
Accept it or not.

The name Klein Grindelwald will break into everyone's life in a tough way.

Cursing will eventually turn into praise.

And those who are his enemies must be in pain!

"Wonderful, really wonderful."

On the high platform, Cornelius Fudge took the lead in applauding Klein's performance.

Freed from Dumbledore's influence, he was surprised to find that he liked this young man who had great respect for the Ministry of Magic very much.

Old Fudge even started to wonder if he wanted to apologize for the unpleasantness last time.

"Ha ha."

Klein smiled generously, glanced at the Minister of Magic beside him calmly, and thought.

"It's a good thing you don't know I'm Sauron, otherwise."

"Crash la la la" "clap la la la" "crack la la la"

With Cornelius Fudge taking the lead, the masters under the stage reacted one after another and gave Klein the warmest and most sincere applause and cheers.

The "Guardian Curse" is worthy of them, and Klein Grindelwald is worthy of them.

There was a wave of applause in front.

Backstage, "Daily Prophet" special reporter Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up!
She must interview that child well, and even, she has already thought about the title of the headline on the front page tomorrow.

"Grindelwald - "Blood of the Demon King" Conquers the Magic Summit!"

"Ok?"

Feeling this hard-won kindness, Klein suddenly narrowed his eyes and turned his head to look somewhere calmly.

But he didn't pay much attention to the feeling of being watched.

From Quirrell, Voldemort to Gilderoy Lockhart, all those who tried to plot against him ended badly
"Okay, that's great."

Dumbledore was also applauding, but what he was thinking was different from the others.

Looking at the young man on the stage enjoying the cheers, he had a smile from the heart, and that blurred shadow gradually merged with Klein's small figure.

Talking to himself, the old man was slightly taken aback, and suddenly remembered many things
"The invincible wand is just a joke, don't you think?"

On that day, the young man who showed his strength for the first time nonchalantly played with the sacred artifacts that wizards dream of.

"This world is neither black nor white, but a fine gray."

Chatting at the tea party, the boy refused the cup of honey tea, with a look in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

"I know I can have anything, so I want nothing.

I have nothing but everything. "

When the basilisk turned into a hair ring, the boy's eyes flashed with excitement for a moment, but in a blink of an eye, it became indifferent and calm again.

Dumbledore sighed quietly.

The child was on a path that saw neither darkness nor light.

I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing
But whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, it is not what he needs to consider now.

Urged by the old friends around him, Dumbledore took the box decorated with mithril and walked onto the high stage amidst applause and cheers.

Seeing Dumbledore coming, Cornelius Fudge beside Klein froze.

"Son, I was sorry last time. Congratulations, you deserve the honor."

In the end, the minister whispered something in a voice that could only be heard by himself and Klein, and quietly left the stage.

This is the internal affairs of "Sir Merlin", and he, the Minister of Magic, has no right to intervene.

"Hehe, how do you feel now?"

Holding the box and opening it in no hurry, Dumbledore smiled at Klein and joked.

"good."

Klein wasn't in a hurry either, so he chatted with Dumbledore just like that.

"Uh"

Now, it was Dumbledore's turn to be embarrassed.

He is willing to chat and chat with his students.

But this time, he didn't take the stage as the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Cough cough."

As if he hadn't said those words just now, Dumbledore coughed lightly, and opened the box decorated with mithril and precious stones, revealing the gold medal lined with brocade inside.

"Klein Weir Grindelwald, because of your contribution to the magic world, after being voted by the "Sirs of Merlin", it is decided to award you a first-class medal!
Congratulations, you are now part of the Jazz Corps. "

(End of this chapter)