Chapter 383 Harry: Master Grindelwald!

Chapter 383 Harry: Master Grindelwald!

In the familiar classroom, Harry was the only one who came to make up lessons today.

In the morning, many students chose to go home after attending the dance, and Malfoy was one of them.

However, there are still many people staying, and the school is still very lively.

Harry came here after a sumptuous Christmas dinner. He was in a good mood because the difficult dance was finally over.

"What are we learning today?" Harry asked.

Before Wayne could speak, Xiuxiu came out and looked at Harry with his small green bean-like eyes.

Harry blurted out: "Jerry, why have you lost so much weight?"

"That's not Jerry."

Wayne slipped Jerry out and weighed it in his hands, showing Harry that he only had such a meaty Niffler.

As for this one, he caught it temporarily last night and used it to sniff the tool possessed by Grindelwald.

Lao Ge is worthy of being the first generation, and his talent is beyond words. He figured out the way to an unpopular magic composed entirely of ancient languages ​​​​and runes in just one night. He can separate part of his consciousness and possess it on other creatures.

But it's not that simple to carry power. Of course, Wayne didn't teach him. If Grindelwald can figure it out on his own, that's his ability.

Once you have learned magic, you naturally need to try it.

Grindelwald asked Wayne to help him to the end and bring him a small animal for experiments.

Then Wayne caught a Niffler.

Grindelwald's face turned green at that time. If he didn't have a wand in his hand, he would definitely be able to cast a spell with the same color as his face.

After a fierce ideological struggle, Grindelwald still succumbed.

Freedom is important, and as for Sniff, as long as it's not Newt's kind of Sniff.

"Is this Harry Potter? He looks stupid and needs a beating. He looks very much like your senior."

Grindelwald's resentment was clearly visible to the naked eye. In an instant, the bespectacled goose and the little freckles he remembered overlapped.

Sensing the crisis, Harry subconsciously took two steps back before reacting.

"Damn it, Xiu Xiu is talking!"

"No, it's Animagus!"

Wayne sighed: "Harry, you were tricked so badly by the Animagus last semester and you still haven't learned your lesson?"

"Where are the Animagus in the form of magical animals?"

"Yes." Harry also reflected and looked at the boy with inquiring eyes: "Then this is..."

"You can call him gay, he's a friend of mine." Wayne held up Xiu Xiu and introduced: "Oh, this is not his true form, it's just a magical effect.

"He was quite curious about Hogwarts, but it was not convenient for him to come over, so he used magic to come over and visit.

Harry nodded in understanding and said hello in a friendly manner: "Hello, Mr. Guy."

Grindelwald snorted in response.

"Okay, let's continue with class." Wayne left Grindelwald aside and moved his wand.

Several chairs instantly fell apart and turned into lanterns the size of water glasses, moving quickly in the air.

Wayne adjusted for a moment, causing the lantern to move erratically. Just looking up for a moment, Harry felt dizzy.

It was like there were a dozen Bludgers spinning around him.

"What is this going to do?" he asked.

"Currently, your proficiency in magic spells is quite good, especially the stun spell, the repel spell, and the disarming spell that you are best at. You are already able to cast spells silently, which is worthy of praise.

Harry smiled sheepishly, feeling very happy.

After such a long time, Wayne has praised him only a handful of times, and this sense of accomplishment is greater than even Professor McGonagall has praised him.

"But..." After saying good things, Wayne started to find faults again.

"The movements of casting spells are too rigid. From the first day I taught you, I told you not to stop. Even if you are chanting a spell, you must move your feet.

"The other thing is the issue of accuracy. Your shot is still not accurate enough. Every time the magic spell must be aimed at the wizard's head."

Harry nodded repeatedly: "I will pay attention."

"Your mission today is to shoot down all these lanterns, and get out of class will not end until you finish.

After saying that, Wayne walked next to Grindelwald and allowed Harry to train freely.

"What spell can I use?"

"Whatever, as long as it's something you're good at."

Harry wanted to say that he could burn all these lanterns with a fire spell, but he could guarantee that if he did, Wayne would burn him too.

Therefore, he still used the disarming spell honestly.

Red lights flashed in the room one after another. Wayne was right, his aim was indeed a little off, and it wasn't until the fifth spell that he shattered the first lantern.

What made Harry blush was that he was clearly aiming at the one next to him.

At this time, he also realized Wayne's intention in setting up this training program.

If this was in a chaotic battle, maybe the magic spell he fired didn't hit the enemy, but probably one of his own.

Harry switched to using a repelling spell that consumed less magic power, and his shots were more cautious.

After a while, half of the fifteen lanterns in the sky had fallen.

However, what made him collapse was that the lantern that he had knocked down suddenly recovered and flew into the sky again, seeming to really laugh at his incompetence.

Wayne's voice sounded at the right time: "I forgot to tell you, if we can't shoot them all down within five minutes, even the broken lanterns can be restored to their original state."

Harry's face fell completely, but he didn't dare to resist, so he could only start over bitterly.

"That's so stupid." Grindelwald said dissatisfied: "If he can't complete such a simple training, what on earth does Dumbledore see in him?"

Wayne corrected: "It should be said that Voldemort chose him."

Grindelwald let out a sarcastic sneer: "No wonder he was killed by his own death curse, he probably lost his mind.

"Maybe." Wayne didn't object.

He had already blocked Harry before the two started talking, so there was nothing to worry about.

Soon, Grindelwald couldn't stand it anymore and asked Wayne to remove the sound barrier.

"Harry Potter! How did you learn magic!"

"The wand is not your tool, it is your companion, an extension of your arm."

"Eye, mind, and will, all focus on your target. Don't think about how to hit, just think about how to tear those damn lanterns apart!"

Harry was just about to release the spell when he was stunned and looked at Sniff on the table at a loss.

"Listen to him." Wayne agreed: "Mr. Guy is a very powerful wizard. No matter how many people want his guidance, they can't get it. You have to cherish it."

"oh."

Harry responded, not rushing to take action, but thinking back to Grindelwald's reprimand just now.

Eyes, spirit, will.

Don't aim with the wand in your hand, but firmly believe that you will be able to hit the lantern.

"Repulse quickly!"

A blue arc of light cut through the air and accurately hit the top of the target lantern.

"Successful!" Harry looked delighted.

"It's still possible." Grindelwald was also somewhat satisfied, "Remember, you have to get used to the feeling of the wand in your hand, and at the same time, you have to ignore the fact that it is in your hand.

"This will also be helpful for your future training in wandless spellcasting."

"I understand, Mr. Guy." Harry said respectfully and continued training.

According to the method Grindelwald said, his hit rate and accuracy have indeed improved a lot, and Grindelwald also pointed out some flaws in the middle.

His voice was hoarse and low, but it seemed magical, as if people were born to follow his guidance.

Harry felt the same way, and he didn't have any rebellious psychology.

Even if the other person is scolding him, he will only think that it is his own problem.

The biggest difference between the two generations of Dark Lords is not their strength, but their charm that captivates people's hearts, or in other words, makes people believe and follow them.

However, Wayne found this scene a bit strange.

The first generation mentor to the second generation, the Dark Lord's old enemy.

When Harry and Voldemort meet, will he shout "Master" Grindelwald?

after an hour.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Guy." Harry bowed politely to Sniff. He had gained a lot today.

"no need to thank me."

Grindelwald didn't appreciate it: "I'm just giving guidance to Lawrence boy today, it has nothing to do with you."

"Finally, I'll give you a piece of advice. Learning how to release magic is just the first step to becoming a city."

"A real wizard can use stronger spells in battle and break through himself, instead of just having theories and being in a hurry when it comes to actual combat."

Wayne lowered his head, poked and sniffed.

Even though he was talking about Harry, he always felt that Hermione was being coaxed into it as well.

Grindelwald glared at Wayne angrily, but it was a pity that Sniff's little eyes were not lethal.

I didn't see that I was showing off, ruining the atmosphere.

Fortunately, Harry had been fooled today and didn't pay attention to the interaction between the two, but solemnly nodded.

The two parted, and Wayne stood in the corridor and asked softly: "Where else do you want to go?"

Grindelwald pondered for a moment: "You are the master here, take me around as you please.

For Dumbledore, Hogwarts has encompassed most of his life, and to him, this castle has an extremely special meaning.

But Grindelwald, who had a complicated relationship with him, had never set foot on this land.

The reason why he wanted to learn Wayne's possession spell was because he wanted to come and visit.

After all, with his identity, it is almost impossible for his true body to come.

Wayne heard his request and did not refuse.

After thinking about it, he first took Grindelwald for a walk around the Black Lake, and then walked along the small woods on the edge of the grassland.

They also meet Hagrid on the way.

The mixed-race giant is now in a very bad state. Yesterday, Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim confessed their identities and made each other admit that they were also mixed-race giants. As a result, Maxim was completely annoyed and the two broke up on bad terms.

Wayne was helpless.

Rather than expecting Hagrid to understand what emotional intelligence is, it is better to hope that Voldemort will change his mind.

And he really didn't think Hagrid and Maxim were a good match. After all, their classes and living environments were very different.

After parting ways with Hagrid, Ron returned to the castle.

There are still curfew rules in vacation school, but it makes no difference to him.

One by one, Xiuxiu walked all the way from the lounge to the eighth floor.

Suddenly, Wayne asked: "Would you like to visit Dumbledore's office?"

Grindelwald became interested: "On this floor?"

"Well, did you see that gargoyle? That's the entrance." Wayne pointed to the end of the corridor.

"Then go and have a look." Grindelwald naturally would not refuse.

Wayne warned: "Remember to pretend to be dead after entering, and don't let the principal see the flaw, otherwise we will both be in trouble.

"Don't worry, I didn't know that I fooled you before.

No matter how many times he thought about it, he couldn't find it.

After saying Merry Christmas to the gargoyle, Wayne climbed up the escalator.

Surprisingly, Dumbledore was not in the office. The room was quiet, the principals were also sleeping, and the curtains were drawn down.

Grindelwald looked around the entire room. Although he had never been here before, he felt inexplicably familiar.

Grindelwald's eyes narrowed, and he saw a photo placed in a display cabinet on the side of the table.

"Wayne, come over a little bit." Grindelwald said solemnly.

Wayne walked over.

In the photo, two handsome young men are facing the camera with bright smiles.

At the same time, Saint Ge.

Dumbledore had no idea that his old friend had arrived at Hogwarts. At this time, he was visiting an old man who was dying.

"I don't know why you are so obsessed with this matter, Dumbledore." The old man said very slowly: "That experience was too long ago, and my memory has become very blurry.

"Although I hate to say it..." Dumbledore sat on the bedside, holding the apple in front of him.

"But Bob, we are wizards. If you want it, you can do it."

Dumbledore cut the apple into small pieces and placed it on the plate. His eyes inadvertently glanced at the old man's temples.

The old man noticed his hint and remained silent for a moment.

"You want my memory?"

"This is very important to me, Bob." Dumbledore said sincerely.

Bob Ogden, seventy years ago, he was the captain of the Magical Law Enforcement Team of the Ministry of Magic.

In 1925, he carried out a mission, and what Dumbledore needed was the complete story of the mission.

But because too much time has passed, Ogden can only remember the general process and the final result (Li Zhao).

Asking for memories is an extreme invasion of privacy for anyone, even Dumbledore.

Ogden also hesitated, but thanks to Dumbledore's long-standing good reputation, he finally agreed.

Late at night, Dumbledore, who successfully obtained his memory, returned to the castle.

Even though it was already very late, he did not rest. Instead, he poured the silver substances in the bottle into the pensieve. They slowly rotated in the basin, emitting a faint shimmer.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and plunged into the silver substance.

After a long time, he raised his head again with a complicated expression:

"Marvolo...Merope..."

After reading the complete story, the last doubt in his heart was finally answered.

There is a high probability that there will be a Horcrux there.

Dumbledore, who had studied Voldemort almost thoroughly, knew that he would only place the Horcruxes in places of commemorative significance.

And what could better demonstrate his identity as the heir of Slytherin than Gaunt's ancestral home?

Just when Dumbledore made up his mind to go there to find out what was going on, he suddenly felt a sting in his heart.

Dumbledore's expression changed slightly, and he fell back and sat on the chair.

After a moment, he revealed a wry smile.

"Why did you ignore this contract?"

If it hadn't been for the backlash of the unbreakable oath, he would have forgotten that as long as he got the exact clues about the Horcrux, he must take Wayne with him to find it.

If he insisted on going there by himself, his heart would probably explode as soon as he arrived.

Could it be another relic left by another heir?

Dumbledore had a bad feeling in his heart.

If this continues, all the relics of the four founders will really fall into Lawrence's hands!

Lao Deng didn't know that this time he thought conservatively.

Only when he sees the Horcrux will he realize what true heartache is...