The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

Olynworth cast a recovery spell on all the unconscious people who were already sitting in the chair with complicated emotions.

Oh hoo, should he be excited or nervous now?

Well, he doesn't have any mood swings right now.

Sure enough, as he expected, everyone took out their wands the moment they woke up. This was because Orlynworth asked the werewolves to check in advance, and now they couldn't find the wands.

Of course, some people also had a second wand, but they were all scavenged by the werewolves.

Oliverworth watched them.

Soon someone realized that there was no wand to be found, and cursed at Orlynworth.

"Give me your wand!" A man rushed up and threw something at Orlynworth.

But those werewolves and the people who had already been paid by Orlynworth last night wanted to stop them, but it was too late.

Olynworth was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there would be a fish that slipped through the net, even holding a black magic item!But it's not to blame those werewolves, after all, the black magic item looks like a stone on the surface, and it won't attract attention at all.

Fortunately, his strength is also very strong. He stood there without moving. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of those people who had just woken up in the stands, all looking there excitedly.

They seemed naive enough to think that the man who came onto the stage could defeat Orlynworth and take his wand, and save them.

Orlynworth stood there, just looking at the man.

Everyone thought he was scared out of his wits.

And all of this happened in just a second.

Orlynworth smiled, and suddenly the "stone" that was thrown seemed to see a transparent barrier and bounced back.

And that black magic item slammed straight into the man's face.

The man fell to the ground convulsing, then lifeless.

The entire duel arena and stands were extremely quiet.

Oliverworth looked at the man's body on the ground.

Oh, it looks like this is the first time he's killed...

Should he be nervous?

But he just cast an Iron Armor Curse on himself... There seems to be no reason to be nervous?

Orlynworth blinked innocently.

Thakal watched the scene on the stage.

He sighed.

A scene emerged in his mind.

He pointed the pepper wood wand at the middle-aged man lying on the ground, and then yelled that unforgivable spell, the most hated spell since he was a child: Avada gnawed a big melon.

Once upon a time, that little blue-eyed boy looked at the introduction of Avada in the book, with such a disgusted expression on his face.

But when he was 19 years old, he pointed at the man and uttered a curse that he hated.

Maybe from then on, he wasn't what he used to be.

That was the first time he had killed someone, and the first time he had used that spell.

Perhaps the book telling him that he would lose his mind if he learned black magic was false, but the murder was true after all.

No matter how calm he was on the surface, no one knew how entangled he was in his heart after he returned.

Even if he keeps reminding himself that guy is a murderous demon, there is no pity to kill him, and if he loses, that guy will kill him too.

But that was his first murder after all.

But now that he thinks about it, it doesn't seem to be a problem. After all, he has been in Knockturn Alley for many years, and he is very receptive, so it doesn't feel uncomfortable to think about it now.