Hogwarts: The Drugged Lord, Enemy Of Wizards

"Mr. Grindelwald, long time no see~"

Looking at the sudden appearance of Voldemort in the sky, although this was the first time the two of them met, Grindelwald naturally knew each other.

However, when I felt the aura emanating from the other party at this moment, I originally felt that this guy could only make trouble in the British wizarding world, but he dared to claim to be the second generation Dark Lord.

Grindelwald was very disdainful.

However, this disdain slowly turned into seriousness after seeing Voldemort at this moment.

"Tom Riddle...even though it's just our first meeting, but...I really never thought that you would actually do things for that junior Silver Devil, haha

Do you still call yourself the Dark Lord now?"

The smile on Grindelwald's face was full of sarcasm "Four Two Seven"

"After all, a Demon King who works for the Demon King, haha... sounds full of fun."

Voldemort didn't care at all about Grindelwald's sarcasm. Instead, the smile on his face grew stronger and he glanced at Lucius and the others who were forced to retreat by Grindelwald's curse.

He shook his head speechlessly.

A casual wave.

In an instant, the pitch-black strange magic power was suddenly released from his wand. In the blink of an eye, without anyone expecting it, it poured into the bodies of the dementors outside the combat range. .

"Ho ho ho!!!"

Amid the sharp roars, the Dementors who were affected struggled briefly for a moment before a breathtaking red light bloomed in their eyes.

Roaring, he rushed towards the resentful spirits released by Grindelwald.

As if sucking the wizard's happy emotions, he suddenly fell on the vengeful spirit condensed by Li Huo and black magic, just in the blink of an eye.

Those resentful spirits were brutally sucked clean by these dementors.

"Hey, hey, hey, Mr. Grindelwald, I wonder if you have any other means. Otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape today."

Voldemort's trademark weird laugh was full of joy.

However, at this moment, Grindelwald below looked up at the opponent's body floating in mid-air, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You were able to magically transform the dementors in such a short period of time, and you were able to swallow them up together with the fire... I have to say, Tom Riddle, you really impressed me. .”

"We also have people at Hogwarts, but we haven't found any methods similar to the ones you used in the Silver Devil's library. That is to say..."

Grindelwald looked solemn.

"These are all your own curses, and even some of the curse theories must belong to you.

"What reason do you have to stay under the Silver Demon King and act as a supporter of the Silver Demon Chou just like the thugs under his command back then?"

Voldemort glanced at Lucius and the others not far behind him without trace, and looked at Grindelwald below, but he was not affected by such an obvious alienation at all.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I admire your vision. You can see so much information just by looking at the spell I cast once. But... there is no need to make such useless verbal attacks."

Voldemort spread his hands, holding his wand with orchid fingers, and the magic of hell was rolling around him.

"Hehe, I have no so-called loyalty to the Silver Demon King, but unfortunately, no matter what he asks me to do, I will not hesitate at all now. After all...

"Hey hey hey, he gave too much."

Grindelwald:

Although he did not expect that his few words could instigate the other party to rebel, Grindelwald was still shocked and speechless by what Voldemort showed at this moment.

The Silver Demon King and the current Truth Society seem to have too many things that they don't know yet.

Grindelwald looked solemn, took a deep breath, and the magic power in his body began to surge out. The moment this surging magic power appeared.

Voldemort in the sky also smiled ferociously, and the magic power of hell was buzzing around him...

[Soul Curse·Chasing Evil Chain Blade]

[Soul Curse·Feast of the Undead]

At this moment, Azkabanton seemed to be shrouded in dark clouds of hell. Lucius and the others were forced to withdraw within a few hundred meters due to Voldemort's battle.

A series of shrill sounds, like howling ghosts, echoed in the black clouds.

Durmstrang Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

When Dumbledore and the others rushed back to the base camp and sent the rescued people to emergency treatment, it was already late at night.

"Professor Dumbledore, where did this baby come from?"

Professor McGonagall appeared here. No matter what the other party's purpose was, Dumbledore accepted him again and became a member of the anti-Silver Lord.

However, the two of them, who were partners who talked about everything at first, obviously can no longer think about how they were before.

The anger and politeness could not be suppressed between the two of them.

Hearing this, Dumbledore sighed as he carefully handed the baby in his arms into the other person's hands.

"Sirius's child..."

"Walter? Sirius Black? Isn't he in Azkaban? Why?" McGonagall looked surprised and confused.

Seeing this, Dumbledore nodded helplessly.

"This is the child of Sirius 0.6 and Death Eater Bellatrix Black... His name is Black for the time being."

Professor McGonagall held the baby's body and trembled obviously.

The shock in his eyes turned into anger and other complex emotions in just a few seconds.

With a trembling voice, he asked a question that he already had the answer to.

"Yes, did he make it?"

Dumbledore nodded, his expression cold.

"Sirius, said this is some kind of experiment he did... I think it has something to do with the wizard bloodline he has been studying, and there is one thing McGonagall you must keep secret.

"There is an Obscurus in this child's body, and it is a controllable Obscurus!"