Chapter 388 The Salty Fish Who Only Knows How To Hug Thighs, Dumbledore’S Sadness

Chapter 388 The Salty Fish Who Only Knows How To Hug Thighs, Dumbledore’S Sadness

Wayne naturally has no idea what story Grindelwald told Harry.

But he wasn't worried at all about Harry going the same way as Grindelwald.

Just because...the two sides are not the same kind of people at all.

Harry grew up in a harsh environment like the Dursleys'. After coming to school, he had to face crises every year, either passively or actively, regardless of personal safety.

You could say that Harry has no brains, is impulsive, and sometimes has a bad temper.

But you can never say that he is not a typical good guy.

Especially in seventh grade, after Harry learned the identity of his half-horcrux, he also understood Dumbledore's plan and died in the process.

With such an awareness, Harry would never accept Grindelwald's ideas.

Besides, what if he was successfully brainwashed?

The upper limit of Harry's talent is there. He can become the next Snape or James Potter, and he will never reach the heights of Grindelwald.

Personal charisma alone can't get things done, you also need to have the corresponding strength.

So Grindelwald is destined to fail.

He himself knew that it was just to cause trouble for Dumbledore, and he wanted to train Harry on a whim.

Wayne only hopes that Grindelwald's interest can last for a while longer, so that he can have a lot of leisure time.

In the classroom, Grindelwald's story has almost been told.

He didn't tell the whole story, he just mentioned that the three of them had a random fight and killed an innocent girl as an end.

This experience can be regarded as one of the biggest secrets of this century. Not to mention a scumbag like Harry, even Hermione cannot know the details.

So... Harry naively thought that this was really a story.

"Do you have anything to ask?" Grindelwald said after finishing speaking.

Harry listened with great fascination. When Grindelwald asked him to ask a question, he couldn't wait to ask: "Sir, who cast the spell that killed that girl?"

"I don't know..." Grindelwald's voice was hoarse: "No matter who it is, it's not their original intention. Even the foreign boy only thinks that the girl is a drag.

There was no murderous intention. "

Harry was dissatisfied: "My family is not a drag and burden, so why should he make decisions for others?"

"It's not a decision." Grindelwald was not angry, but explained seriously:

"At that time, Jude Law himself was wavering. He was so talented and had lofty ambitions, but just because his two incompetent family members could not help more people and change the world, isn't this a waste? ?”

"He was the one who told Depp that everything was for the greater good, but in the end, he went back on his word."

"Shouldn't Depp give him a push?"

Jude Law is Dumbledore's codename, while Depp is his own, just Aberforth, who just casually used goat as his codename.

Harry was speechless. He still didn't agree with this theory, but he didn't know how to refute it.

"Potter, you actually face the same choice." Grindelwald said profoundly.

Harry shook his head in disbelief: "Don't be kidding me. I'm just an ordinary wizard. I can't be as powerful as the protagonist in the story you told me."

The three of them were fighting in a melee, and a random spell could kill someone. He felt that he would never be able to reach this level in his life.

And the three young people in the story are just graduates.

"Haha." Grindelwald chuckled: "Potter, you and Voldemort are destined to have only one living relationship. You can't escape even if you want to. This is your fate.

"Then I will definitely survive to the end." Harry said with great certainty.

"Oh?" Xiu Xiu's two little eyes stared at him: "Where do you get the confidence that you will be better than Voldemort in the future?"

Because Grindelwald called Voldemort by his first name, Harry's favorable impression of him increased.

He said confidently: "It's very simple. Voldemort is afraid of Dumbledore and Wayne. With the two of them here, they will definitely kill Voldemort completely."

"Wouldn't I be safe this way?"

Grindelwald: "..._n

Dumbledore, come and see.

The savior you raised has turned into a salty fish who can only hug thighs!

Grindelwald was so worried that he began to doubt whether he and Wayne could win the bet.

It is really difficult to brainwash this kind of rotten wood!

An hour passed in a hurry, and Harry failed to learn anything related to magic. He just chatted with Grindelwald, but he was not bored at all.

"It will be the same time next week, and I will teach you some real combat magic."

"Okay, Mr. Guy." Harry nodded: "How are you going back? Do you need me to take you to Wayne's place?"

"No, he has already arranged it."

"Then I'll leave first."

Harry walked out of the classroom, and not long after, Feng Wang flew out of the firelight, grabbed Sniff and disappeared quickly.

Grindelwald has a toothache.

Harry would have to give regular lessons in the future, so he couldn't throw away this Niffler, so he had no choice but to keep it up.

When he saw Xiu Xiu, he remembered that it was stolen thousands of years ago.

Damn it, Hufflepuff people are not good people!

A shrimp stole his marriage certificate, and a pig heart forced him to raise a Xiuxiu.

Sooner or later he will come back with revenge!

In the blink of an eye, a week passed quickly.

On Saturday, the castle became agitated.

From today to the next few months, there will be a Quidditch match almost every Saturday.

According to the draw results, today's first game is Ilvermorny versus the Magic House.

Several schools took the competition as seriously as the Holy Grail War. After deciding to hold a college league, they specially called several Quidditch players from the school.

If the competition between warriors is a contest between the top students in each school, then the Quidditch game is a battlefield for collective strength.

Sports are war in peacetime, and this saying is very similar in the wizarding world.

Before eleven o'clock, everyone walked out of the castle and came to the Quidditch field in the bright sunshine.

To everyone's surprise, the Quidditch pitch has also been renovated, nearly doubling the number of seats, and replacing the chairs with new ones, which are more comfortable.

In the stands, the students of the magic institute sang the school song, the huge school badge fluttered in the air, and large pieces of golden smoke condensed together and turned into a huge golden snitch.

"So fanatical." Hermione couldn't help but sigh: "Why does it feel like everyone in the Magic House is a Quidditch enthusiast."

Today's game has nothing to do with the academy, and the little wizards were sitting much more casually. Hermione ran to Wayne's side, and Fleur, Astoria and the others also came over.

"You're absolutely right." Wayne explained with a smile: "Although Quidditch is the most popular sport among wizards in the world, its status in magic is even higher."

"There are even people who are not good at magic, but their Quidditch skills are good enough, and they can graduate successfully."

"This is too exaggerated." Astoria looked at the group of students in the stands opposite who were about to shout at the top of their lungs and shrank in fear.

"Speaking of which, the reason why the Magic Institute likes Quidditch so much has something to do with Hogwarts."

All the girls looked at him curiously.

Wayne explained the ins and outs.

About four hundred years ago, a few will-o'-the-wisps... well, Hogwarts students tried to travel around the world on their modified broomsticks. They were blown off course by the strong wind on the sea, and were accidentally possessed by magic. Saved by the professor.

In order to repay their kindness, they passed on the rules of Quidditch to the students there.

Since then, Quidditch has been popular in the magic place, and there is also a special custom, that is, the stronger the wind and waves, the more riders should face the wind and practice superb flying skills.

Because of this, the Quidditch at the Magic Institute is very strong.

How strong is it?

Not long after Wayne finished telling the story, and even before Li Jordan entered the commentary mode, Sakura successfully caught the Golden Snitch.

The scene was silent for a few seconds, and then burst into warm applause and cheers.

"One hundred and fifty to zero, incredible!" Li Qiaodan exclaimed: "It only took one minute and twenty seconds to catch the Golden Snitch!"

"Fortunately this is not an intra-school competition at Hogwarts, otherwise this speed would have broken a hundred records!"

"Contestants from other schools, are you ready to face the challenge of the Magic Institute?"

After Li Qiaodan finished speaking, except for the area of ​​​​the magic institute, other students suddenly applauded a lot.

Several contestants from Hogwarts gathered together, no smiles on their faces at all.

"Merlin." George exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Harry, did you see her movements clearly? It's like lightning!"

"Those who didn't know better thought she was riding a Firebolt!"

The two Seekers, Harry and Cedric, looked solemn.

Not only were her flying skills and eyesight outstanding, they discovered that before Sakura started, she made a fake acceleration in the opposite direction, tricking Ilvermorny's Seeker into rushing out, and then rushed towards the Golden Snitch. .

It was so calm.

"Harry, are you sure?" Cedric asked in a serious voice.

Harry looked at him blankly: "Didn't you say that Qiu will appear in the game at the Magic Institute?"

"Yes." Cedric slapped his forehead and he forgot about it.

"Then we don't have to worry about it. If we can win, we will win. If we can't win, we can rely on the Firebolt. We can delay it for a while and score a few more goals."

Several team members nodded in unison.

The game ended too quickly, which made the students who were looking forward to the exciting competition a little dissatisfied, but there was nothing they could do.

Before the seat is warmed by the buttocks, you have to lift your legs and leave.

"You guys go back first, I have something else to do." Wayne said to Hermione, took a few steps quickly, and blocked Dumbledore.

"Principal, do you have time?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with excitement, and he guessed why Wayne came to him.

"Mrs. Maxim, Mr. Koga, I'll take the first step." Dumbledore resisted the urge to apparate with Wayne immediately, and said to the principals.

Upon receiving the response, Dumbledore immediately followed Wayne and walked back to the castle.

"Why do you feel that he is anxious?" Looking at the backs of the two of them, Maxim frowned: "Is there something unexpected?"

"It should be an internal matter at Hogwarts." Zaka guessed: "Anyway, Dumbledore can handle it, so let's not worry about it.

Koga and Katerina on the side also nodded and ignored the topic.

After entering the principal's office, Wayne didn't waste any time and directly took out the Xia Huo Shi.

The curse and the fragments of Voldemort's soul have been cleaned up, you can use it with confidence. "

Dumbledore's hands were shaking. He tremblingly picked up the Resurrection Stone and eagerly turned the Resurrection Stone three times as recorded in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".

In the field of vision that Wayne couldn't see, three more figures suddenly appeared.

Dumbledore burst into tears

Under the rain, "Ariana...Bolivar...Kander..."

Upon hearing the names of these three people, Wayne raised his eyebrows slightly.

Seeing three people at once, Dumbledore was hiding quite miserably.

Percival, Dumbledore's father, was imprisoned in Azkaban for taking revenge on three little boys who bullied Ariana, and died not long after.

Kandel, Dumbledore's mother, was the one who moved the Dumbledore family to Godric Valley. In an accident, Kandel died from Ariana's magical riot.

It can be said that the source of all tragedies in the Dumbledore family comes from the three little boys.

Without them, Ariana would not have become Obscurus, and the subsequent group friendship would not have happened.

But it can't be said to be entirely a bad thing.

If Ariana had not had any problems, perhaps Dumbledore and Grindelwald would have joined forces, and the wizarding world would have come to an end.

Wayne sat quietly on the sofa in a daze, thinking about endless things.

Dumbledore, on the other hand, was mumbling to himself, tears falling down his old face and onto his beard.

He was apologizing to his parents and confessing to his sister. Everything was so real. The shadows of the three people were more solid than ghosts, as if they were really alive.

But gradually, Dumbledore discovered something was wrong.

"Is it... false after all?"

They are indifferent and sad. Although they have returned to the world, they do not belong here. There is always a curtain between the two sides, close at hand but out of reach.

With strong willpower, Dumbledore took off the Resurrection Stone.

My sister and parents disappeared.

Sadness spread in the room, and even the Sorting Hat, who was usually the noisiest, fell into silence at this moment.

The principal's portraits quietly looked at (Li Zhao) Dumbledore. He seemed to have lost his soul, silent, and his whole person was extremely depressed.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Thank you, Mr. Lawrence." Dumbledore said hoarsely, pushing the Resurrection Stone forward.

"Professor, I think you should have been mentally prepared." Wayne put the resurrection stone away:

"Have you forgotten how Peverell died?"

In "The Tales of Beedle the Poet", the second child asked for a resurrection stone in order to humiliate the God of Death.

He summoned the woman he loved, but was unable to truly touch her. Finally, he suffered a nervous breakdown and committed suicide.

"I understand." Dumbledore closed his eyes. After a while, his condition improved a lot.

"I can confirm that they are really back, but not completely."

"Mr. Lawrence, have you tried it?"

Wayne shook his head: "No, I just took care of the resurrection stone this morning."

"Then don't try." Dumbledore sighed: "If I hadn't known that I still had an unfinished mission, I might not have been able to get out of this level.

"The way forward for the living is still waiting for my guidance, and I can't stop."

"You can be more optimistic." Wayne played with the ring and said quietly: "Even if they are not really resurrected, they are getting closer to you after all."

"You can think of the Resurrection Stone as my address book. You can still communicate despite being separated by two worlds. This is happy enough, isn't it?"

Dumbledore was stunned, and finally nodded with a smile: "Thank you for your enlightenment, I feel much better."

"If you think about it from another angle, the problem becomes much simpler."

He looked down at the ring in Wayne's hand: "I suddenly wanted to talk to them again.

"Then please line up." Wayne shook his hand and put away the Resurrection Stone.

"I also made an appointment with Professor Snape."

Dumbledore's eyes widened slightly, thinking of the state he was in just now, he couldn't help but nodded.

"Then what are you waiting for? Go quickly."