I, Hogwarts Second Week

Listening to Owen's weird slogans.

Grindelwald, who was fighting Voldemort, had a smile on his face.

In the years he spent with Irving, he never revealed his identity to him.

There were many things that the two of them agreed to in acquiescence, but never admitted it themselves.

But that kid is smart. He was not surprised that he could guess his identity.

Maybe the kid recognized him from early on.

"Yes, that's it, give him a look back." Owen, who was still yelling, once again transformed into a battlefield commander, carrying a banner and shouting: Beat him! Hit him with your fists. The little guy's body is so brittle that one kick will leave half of his body crippled. "

The faces of the little wizards, including Owen, all glowed red.

Especially those from pure-blood families, Ron, Gemini, Hannah and Malfoy (Hey! Something strange has popped up.)

Everyone stared in shock at Old Tom being pressed to the ground and rubbed by his grandfather in the distance.

That - that's Voldemort?

How could Voldemort be so humiliated?

For a moment, a sense of absurdity arose spontaneously.

Everyone was shocked by the scene in front of them.

Their mother has taught them since they were young that if they encounter a bald or noseless wizard, they should go home early.

Now, the reality in front of him has completely shattered his witchcraft sect.

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About the power comparison between Grindelwald and Voldemort.

The bickering seemed never-ending.

But let Irving answer it.

Then he is probably going to say: Grindelwald captured the person Voldemort feared most at the age of 16, and Voldemort spent more than 20 years failing to capture Hogwarts (funny).

Not only that, no matter in terms of appearance, clothing, or talent, no matter how you look at my grandpa, he is a wizard who can press Voldemort to the ground and rub him.

In this regard, not even Dumbledore can match it.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been seduced by his grandfather, right?

What's more, the Voldemort in front of him is still weak and has residual health.

It's simply not easy to beat it.

There is no need to kill him, just to consume him, Quirrell's body will not be able to hold on.

In the third minute of the battle, as Voldemort roared with hatred and threw out fierce fire, Quirrell's body began to disintegrate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Like piles of sand, they fall apart as soon as they hit the water.

Like all his Death Eaters.

"boom!"

Grindelwald opened his arms, held the wand with his fingers, and danced gently.

Blue and white flames grew out of the soles of his feet, which were the notes he could master at will.

The music reached its climax, and the fire dragon immediately collided violently with Voldemort's fire snake.

"The most powerful dark wizard." The flames attacked crazily.

The heat wave blew his hair, reflecting the face that was still unruly even though it was covered with scars left by time.

Especially those deep eyes, if you have to find a word to describe them.

Then Irving would recommend - charming.

"Is this all you have?"

He leaned his hands on his waist, standing proudly in front of the flames.

Grindelwald stared coldly at the enemy in front of him and spoke calmly.

This is a war without any suspense.

He won.

"Boom!"

The azure fire dragon instantly opened its sky-covering wings, grabbed Voldemort's fire snake with its huge claws, then raised its proud head and let out a deafening roar.

Then he lowered his head suddenly, and the flames were revealed.

A shocking scene appeared, the blue flame actually penetrated into the core of the red flame.

Snake's belly.

Then, it suddenly exploded.

There was a "bang" sound. Flames exploded.

But the fire dragon's power remained unabated and rushed straight towards Voldemort.

"Is it coming?"

Owen stared at Quirrell whose body was completely torn apart.

The wand in his hand was already raised to his chest.

"Damn it! Damn it!!!" Voldemort's wails and struggles resounded throughout the underground city. In his pitiful screams, Quirrell was devoured and turned into ashes.

Then, a cloud of black smoke floated up from the slag that Quirrell had turned into fly ash.

"Now." Owen, holding the phoenix wand in his hand, chanted the spell loudly.

"Calling God—Guard!!!"

An illusory halo emerged and then shook rapidly.

Faintly, a flying bird can be seen.

"Phoenix?" Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised by Owen's patron saint.

Very few wizards have a magical animal as their patronus.

And once it appears, it proves that this little wizard's talent is unparalleled.

"Go." The illusory phoenix, exuding soul fire, flew across the sky and crashed directly into Voldemort's fragile soul.

Unfortunately, the expected damage did not occur.

His Patronus had only cut off, or exorcised, Voldemort's vile spirit, and even done him a small favor, since everyone's attention was on him.

Then, right in front of everyone's eyes, Senior Tom escaped with a piercing scream.

"Is it really useless?"

Owen frowned and muttered to himself.

Strictly speaking, the Patronus Charm can expel or kill all evil spirits. While it did have an effect on Voldemort's soul, it was obvious that he was unable to kill him outright due to the Horcruxes.

I thought I had found a shortcut to clear the level.

Owen shook his head, then looked at his grandfather again.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.

"Wow! He's so handsome!"

He couldn't help but sigh.

Some people grow up handsome from childhood to old age.

It's a pity that we are still too young, if we are five or six years older.

That is also a delicate flower in the wizarding world!

"Grandpa, how about staying at Hogwarts for a few days?"

"It's a pity that Principal Dumbledore is not in school." He said with some annoyance.

Really, at the critical moment, the old principal was not here.

What a great melon!

No need to eat.

"I'm not here for him." Grindelwald replied calmly, which surprised Owen.

After not seeing each other for so many years, shouldn’t we start a fire and focus on the flame of love?

The brothers swept the couch to greet each other.

"I'm just delivering a late Christmas present."

With that said, he walked towards the lower level alone.

It looked like he wanted to use the door key to leave.

"I'm sure the professor will be back soon." Owen quickly chased after him.

Melon!

My melon!

Don't run!

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melon! ! ! No! ! !

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Although Owen was reluctant in every possible way, the melon still left.

Love him deeply.

He also deliberately borrowed the first poem.

——To Albus.

——He left quietly.

——As he came gently.

——He waved his sleeves.

——Do not take away a single cloud.

Owen specifically chose Dumbledore to hand the letter to him while he was eating happily at the dinner party.

As for whether Old Dengtou's good mood was disturbed by him, that's not something Owen knows.

All he saw was that after the old principal glanced at the letter, his smiling face suddenly dropped.

The chewed food seemed to have lost its flavor.

The person seemed to have been struck and lost his dreams. He stood up silently like a salted fish and disappeared into the auditorium through a side door.

He probably needs some time to heal.

You said don’t love me anymore, but you are reluctant to let go~~~