Hogwarts: I'm taking my dad to find my mom.

Chapter 151 Go out and watch again

Dumbledore and Grindelwald both set their sights on the crown.

"The diadem of Ravenclaw." Dumbledore recognized the gray diadem.

"What a disgusting stench." Grindelwald didn't even get close to the crown. He just looked at it from a distance and could smell the strong scent of dark magic.

And it smells the same as the ring I saw that day in the old Gaunt house.

Dumbledore had a complicated expression. The appearance of these things, coupled with his understanding of Voldemort, made him have a bad guess.

"Since he made Slytherin's locket and Ravenclaw's diadem into Horcruxes."

Grindelwald looked at the headmaster of Hogwarts next to him with mockery in his eyes.

As a principal, he actually allowed a disgusting guy to add his own soul to the things left by the founders of various colleges.

"So does that mean that one of Hufflepuff and Gryffindor's items was also made into a Horcrux by him?"

Dumbledore suddenly thought of the day after graduation when Voldemort returned to school and asked him to borrow the sword of Gryffindor. However, he was afraid of Voldemort's growth at that time, so he refused him.

"I'm not sure if anything belonging to a Hufflepuff lady has been made into a Horcrux, but Tom once borrowed the sword of Gryffindor from me."

"So, he probably didn't get what Gryffindor left behind."

"What a pity, this crown."

Grindelwald raised his wand and pointed it at the tiara.

However, he was stopped by Dumbledore.

"Wisdom cannot be gained out of thin air or through external forces."

Grindelwald seemed to know why Dumbledore stopped him.

"The function of the crown is only to enable people to maintain a high state of concentration and study, but it does not mean that wearing this crown will definitely give you the same wisdom as Ravenclaw."

Dumbledore lowered his hand that was holding Grindelwald and said, "I just want to tell you to be quiet."

Dumbledore, who didn't want to admit that he had just done something and wanted to keep the crown, began to talk nonsense.

"All right." Grindelwald shrugged and flicked his wand.

The flames consumed the crown and burned up the statue that held it up.

At the same time as the fireworks touched the crown, a black smoke rose from it. The black smoke turned into an ugly human face and pounced on Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

A hoarse and resentful cry rang out: "Ahhhh."

Unfortunately, under the fierce fire, no matter how hard the black smoke struggled, it was useless.

There was disgust in Dumbledore's eyes, and he withdrew his gaze only after the Fiendfyre burned the crown black.

"Alas." Dumbledore, a handsome young man, sighed. He walked forward and picked up the crown that could no longer be seen in its original appearance.

"I hope Nico has a way to repair this crown."

"Let's go, Gail."

Grindelwald nodded and glanced around the room. Just now, he felt like he was being spied on.

But it's so messy here that I can't really see what's there.

He turned around and followed Dumbledore's footsteps, but unlike his brisk pace when he came, his steps were heavy and his body was bent when he left.

The little phoenix hiding on the top of the cabinet slowly landed on the ground and sat on a tattered chair after the two left.

Just now, after Grindelwald burned the crown, he clearly saw that Grindelwald's young face instantly became full of wrinkles.

That face was exactly the same as the one he saw in the future, Grindelwald lying on the ice bed.

Same age, same wrinkled face.

Before, he thought Grindelwald was really old.

But Dumbledore, who is older than him, doesn't look old, so how come Grindelwald ages so fast?

It turns out that's the case.

He had always had a guess before, that since he was brought into this world, why was he not allowed to say anything about the future development?

And every time, when he changed the predetermined future, Grindelwald would become older.

He always thought he hid it well.

However, the age spots on those hands cannot be covered up.

So what if you have a young face, your hands will still be as old as before.

Agarth thought of the days in Godri Hollow, the blood on the handkerchief that Grindelwald carried with him, and the cough that he could not suppress day and night.

Suddenly he reached out and swept the things around him to the ground.

If, if he had known earlier...

"It would have been useless if I had known this earlier!"

Agas knew that his arrival here was not sudden.

Grindelwald asked for it.

He had seen countless different futures and asked for it.

and so.

"Gellert, you're betting everything on me."

"Even if you don't survive."

Agas smiled self-deprecatingly.

If that's the case, what is Agas.

What does more than ten years of living together day and night mean?

Gellert, how sincere is that?

Song Zhihuan is right, Song Zhong is a fool.

Is Agast just another pawn used to save Dumbledore?

"Little master." Kaka looked at him cautiously while picking up the things that Agas had swept off the ground.

Although he is not a wizard, he can feel that the little master is very sad at this moment.

Agas closed his eyes, slumped in his chair, and said nothing.

Kaka's eyes moved up and down and left and right. He wanted to speak but didn't dare to. He could only clean up the mess on the ground with light movements.

“Kaka.”

Agas suddenly spoke.

"Take me to the Hog's Head."

Kaka nodded without asking Agas why. She pinched the hem of Agas's clothes with her little hands, and the two disappeared on the spot.

Agas drove Kaka away and slammed the door of the Pig's Head Bar.

"Little guy, didn't you see the wooden sign outside?"

Aberforth glanced up at Agarth and continued to wipe the wine glass in his hand.

Agas thought about it and shook his head honestly: "No."

"Go out and look again."

Agas sighed and walked out.

This is really unacceptable. To have a drink, you have to look at the wooden sign before you can come in.

Then, he pushed open the shaky door again, walked out, and saw an extremely conspicuous and tattered wooden plaque.