This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Nurmengarde,

Two centenarians are playing Gwent.

Although they have just met, Grindelwald and Dumbledore are already evenly matched.

Gwent focuses on layout and strategy, and they are masters among masters.

Dumbledore played the Dumbledore card, and Grindelwald also played the Grindelwald card.

As expected, the power values ​​of both sides are the same, and this is another draw.

"Gellert, the real prophecy is really terrible." Dumbledore put away the Gwent cards on the table.

As he shuffled the cards, he looked at the full moon hanging in the night sky outside the window.

"If I had chosen to intervene just now, would it have changed the future?"

"Albus, you know the answer very well." Grindelwald caught the Gwent cards that were automatically shuffled in the air.

"Prophecy is different from foreknowledge. Although it has only one clear result, the destined future cannot be changed."

The sadness in Dumbledore's eyes disappeared little by little, "Just like time magic can't change the past?"

"Yes." Grindelwald put the cards on his right hand side, "But we can change the process and make the future a little better."

Dumbledore paused while shuffling the cards.

He stared at Grindelwald's honest eyes and then continued to shuffle the cards.

The speed was the same as before, but his eyes became complicated.

The real prophecy will definitely happen, and it will be futile to escape.

There are many monsters that can be called terrible, and the Dementors entrenched in the Scottish Highlands are just one of them.

Tonight is a full moon night, and there is a great possibility of werewolves.

But those who live in the Forbidden Forest can maintain a certain degree of rationality after transformation.

With a "pop", Dumbledore slammed the card on the table.

It's not too late to go back now, but Grindelwald will obviously stop him from leaving.

"Ah--" He sighed faintly, "Gellert, did you see something through premonition?"

Grindelwald drew 10 Gwent cards and played the first one with a playful expression.

The card transformed into Vincent, who was wearing a Hogwarts school uniform, with a wand in his left hand and a gun blade in his right hand.

"I don't know the content of the prophecy, but I foresee that he will be in danger tonight."

"Life-threatening?"

"Yes."

Dumbledore was silent and moved the deck to the right.

He didn't need to guarantee the safety of his apprentice. It seems that he really put everything on the future.

"Gellert, you really changed."

Grindelwald played the second card, "You have changed too, Albus.

Didn't you say you hated divination classes? Why do you start to believe in prophecies now?"

Hogwarts Castle appeared behind Vincent's card.

"I have to believe it, Gellert."

"Albus, it's not good to care too much about prophecies."

Dumbledore smiled self-deprecatingly, "If I could have stopped you earlier, would everything have been different?"

Grindelwald shook his head gently, "Don't blame yourself, you don't actually need to carry those shackles."

"Yes, Vincent once said that."

The two looked at each other and suddenly laughed.

Grindelwald played the third card, "Albus, it's good to stay away from power struggles, but there are always people who flock to it."

The smile on Dumbledore's face gradually disappeared, "I don't care about them, just don't remove me from the Chocolate Frog cards... and Gwent cards."

A round owl appeared in the west tower of the Hogwarts Castle card.

Then the second and third.

Grindelwald motioned him to look at the card table.

I had been chatting all the time and didn't notice this Tianhu start.

Dumbledore glanced at the cards in his hand, with a look of pleading on his face.

"Gellert, it seems that you have already grasped the essence of Gwent."

He didn't even say to let the round pass, is it really okay to act on your own?

Grindelwald shook his cards, "You know my character, no matter what I do, I will go all out."

Dumbledore was completely speechless.

After not seeing each other for decades, the routines were still necessary.

No matter how he tried to make up for it, Grindelwald won this game after all.

Win in every sense.

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Forbidden Forest,

A dozen werewolves came down the mountain and quickly came to their companions tied up by chains.

Their eyes were not blood red, but orange-yellow, which represented sanity.

And the one leading them was a werewolf who was nearly three meters tall and as strong as a bear.

"Awoo--" He howled and squatted down as if to express doubt.

After hesitating for a moment, he reached out to the chains that bound the other party.

Seeing this, the werewolf standing behind him also broke the chain like the leader.

Compared with his companions, the werewolf with blood-red eyes was so thin that he was just skin and bones.

After untying the shackles, he quickly stood in front of the werewolf leader, "Ah!"

This was a threatening growl that would only be emitted when encountering an enemy.

Out of animal instinct, he also subconsciously retreated, as if he was alert to his companions on the opposite side.

Blood-red eyes represent loss of reason. The werewolf leader bent his waist and tried his best to express goodwill.

"Ah!" The other party obviously couldn't communicate well.

Losing reason does not mean becoming a fool, especially when there is no advantage in numbers and size.

Seeing that they did not come over, the werewolf with blood-red eyes found the right opportunity to run in the direction where the two little wizards left.

The werewolf leader howled and chased after him with his companions.

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There was a ball of light moving beside a bush not far away, and Vincent and Hermione were passing by.

Vincent's physical strength had recovered a little, and he could barely walk.

Hermione still supported him, frowning from time to time in pain.

The ankle joint was reset, but the pain would not completely disappear.

Vincent wanted to say something several times, but every time he saw the stubbornness on her face, he chose to give up.

He gave up persuading, but he had not given up hope.

"Look over there!" Hermione excitedly shone her wand to the right front.

There was a narrow cave in the distance, which was very small and should not be the nest of the eight-eyed giant spider.

The situation was getting better, and they finally found a safe place.

"Crunch, crunch--" The dense and rapid running sound came from behind.

Here they come, the werewolves are finally here.

"Go!"

Hope has not been shattered, and they may not be able to arrive first.

Just a little faster, a little faster.

"Ugh--" Hermione suddenly felt a far more severe pain in her left ankle than before, and she staggered and almost fell.

Vincent hugged her shoulders in time, "Don't hold on, it's my turn now--"

"Aww--" The loud howl made the two people's faces change suddenly.

Looking back, you can see a familiar tall and thin figure, and several taller and stronger figures.

There is still some distance from the cave. If they are unlucky and caught up, they may...

Vincent and Hermione stopped in tacit understanding and spoke almost at the same time:

"You go first!"

"You go first!"

One of them didn't recover much physical strength, and the other didn't completely heal his ankle.

Abandon the other and go first?

The two looked at each other and got the answer from each other's eyes.

Since they came together, they should go back together.

Vincent raised his wand high, "Suitcase Flying!"

After successfully casting the Flying Spell, he felt the exhaustion of being hollowed out again.

Hermione held him tightly, even though the pain in her ankle made her face pale.

No more running, no more hiding.

They decided to fight the werewolf.

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