I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 57 He left gently

Listening to Owen's weird slogans.

Grindelwald, who was fighting Voldemort, smiled slightly.

In the years he spent with Owen, he never revealed his identity to the other party.

Many things are acquiesced by the two, but they have never admitted it in person.

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 little wizards, including Owen, all blushed.

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

All of them stared in shock at Old Tom who was being rubbed on the ground 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 taught them from a young age to go home early when they meet a wizard with a bald head and no nose.

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 probably wants to say: Grindelwald took down the person Voldemort was most afraid of at the age of 16, and Voldemort spent more than 20 years failing to take down 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, even Dumbledore cannot match.

Otherwise, he wouldn't be seduced by his grandfather, would he?

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

It's not easy to hit it.

You don't even need to kill him, just consume him, and Quirrell's body will not be able to hold on.

In the 3rd minute of the battle, after Voldemort threw Fiercefire with a roar of resentment, 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 sprouted from the soles of his feet, which were the notes he could master as he wished.

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

"The most powerful dark wizard." The flames rushed wildly.

The heat wave was blowing his hair, reflecting the face that was full of scars left by time, but still unruly.

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

Then Irving would recommend - charming.

"That's all there is to it?"

With his hands resting on his waist, his upright figure stood proudly before the flames.

Grindelwald stared coldly at the enemy in front of him, his tone steady.

This is a war without 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 penetrated into the core of the red flame.

Snake's belly.

Then, it exploded suddenly.

There was a "bang".The flames exploded.

But the fire dragon remained undiminished, and rushed straight to Voldemort.

"Are you coming?"

Owen stared at Quirrell whose body was completely torn apart.

The wand in his hand was already raised in front of his chest.

"Damn! Damn!!!" Voldemort's wailing and struggling resounded throughout the dungeon. In his miserable cry, Quirrell was swallowed and turned into fly ash.

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 then emerged, and then shook rapidly.

Vaguely, one can see a flying bird.

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

Very few wizards have Patronuses that are magical animals.

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 patron saint spell can dispel or kill all evil spirits.While it did work on Voldemort's soul, it was clear that he couldn't kill him outright because of the Horcruxes.

I thought I had found a shortcut.

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

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

"Wow! So handsome!"

He couldn't help sighing.

Some people are 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, why don't you stay 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 headmaster was not there.

What a great melon!

I have nothing to eat.

"I didn't come for him." Grindelwald's indifferent answer surprised Owen.

We haven't seen each other for so many years, shouldn't it be the flame of fire, the focus of love?

The buddies greeted each other by sweeping the couch.

"I'm just sending you a late Christmas present."

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

It looks like he wants to use the Portkey 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.

He is deeply in love.

Also deliberately borrowed the first poem.

——To Albus.

——Gently he left.

- just as he came gently.

——He waved his sleeves.

——Do not take away a single cloud.

Owen specifically picked Dumbledore to eat happily at the dinner party, and slipped the letter to him.

As for whether Old Deng's good mood was disturbed by him, that's beyond Owen's knowledge.

He only saw that the old headmaster's smiling face instantly pulled down after glancing at the letter.

Chewed delicacies seem to have lost their 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, it will take a while, to heal.

You said don't love, and you are still reluctant to let go~~~