The Sons of Grindelwald at Hogwarts

There was no sound in the entire stands.

Orlynworth looked at them with a smile on his face.

Rosica glanced at Olynworth with a strange expression, and then shifted her gaze to Takar who was sitting on the seat with her legs crossed.

He remembered the incident of the duel field in Knockturn Alley many years ago.

In fact, there are still some people who came here later, and some people did not watch the duel, so those who watched the duel spread the story more and more, and finally developed into No one here dares to mess with Takar.

Orlynworth smiled slightly.

"My fellow wizards..."

Olynworth stood in the middle of the arena, scanning everyone on the stage.

"Because of poverty, and because of the blood theory of this decadent magical world, some pure-blood wizards say that "wizards with impure blood" cannot be respected by the wizarding world, and we are gathered here.

I don't think the magic world should pay attention to bloodlines. Only with strength can we stand in a higher position. Can those so-called pure blood be superior to everyone? !This is an insult to wizards, don't you ever think of rebelling? ! ’ Oliverth raised his voice suddenly, for he saw a light in everyone’s eyes.

"They commit crimes, they study black magic, and they never need to hide, but what about us?! I think wizards should be equal to everyone. Why should those pure bloods who look down on people be superior to others?! Magic is power! "The people in the stands were completely overwhelmed. He guessed right. Most people came here because of poverty and status.

Orlynworth raised his head high.

"Pure blood?! My father, Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of our time, is his surname included in the 28 holy families?!" His voice became louder and louder.

"Everyone knows the bald, noseless Voldemort who supports the pure-blood theory." As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gasp in the crowd.

Sure enough, not everyone is as unresponsive as Takar when hearing this name.

Suddenly a voice came.

"How dare you call the great Dark Lord like that?! You dirty..." Before the man could finish speaking, he suddenly coughed violently.

Orlynworth looked at him indifferently.

The man suddenly fell to the ground and belched.

Thakal saw the man fell to the ground with a strange expression.

When he killed the man with the black magic item in Orlynworth before, he even naively thought that Orlynworth didn't like this feeling very much and felt repelled.

Fortunately, Takal is also a person who has seen the world, and he recovered after being shocked for a while.

It's just that he was still wondering whether this eleven or twelve-year-old boy was Dumbledore's child.

He couldn't use rebellion to explain what this kid did at all now.

It seems that the magical world is going to be chaotic...

Orlynworth was still smiling, as if the person just now was not killed by him at all.

He also knew that the man was a Death Eater, and there was no pity to die.

Sure enough, a few more people rushed up, trying to subdue him with their fists.

Olynworth had to admire these men's devotion to the bald and noseless man.

With a wave of Orlynworth's hand, several people were fixed in place by his petrification spell.