Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

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 were still many people who stayed, and the school was 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 said anything, the Niffler came out and looked at Harry with his small green bean-like eyes.

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

"This is not Jerry."

Wayne pulled Jerry out, weighed him in his hand, and showed Harry that only such a chubby Niffler was his.

And this one was the Niffler he caught last night and used to possess Grindelwald.

Grindelwald is indeed the first generation, with great talent. He found the way to a rare magic composed entirely of ancient languages ​​and runes in just one night, and can separate part of his consciousness and attach it to other creatures.

However, it is not so easy to carry power. Of course, Wayne did not teach him. If Grindelwald can figure it out by himself, it is his ability.

After learning magic, he naturally needs to try it.

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

Then Wayne caught a Niffler.

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

After a fierce ideological struggle, Grindelwald finally gave in.

Freedom is important. As for the Niffler, it doesn't matter if it's not Newt's Niffler.

"Is this Harry Potter? He looks silly and like he deserves a beating. He really looks like your senior."

Grindelwald's resentment was visible to the naked eye. For a moment, this silly goose with glasses and the little freckles in his memory overlapped.

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

"Fuck, the Niffler is talking!"

"No, it's the Animagus!"

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

"Where can there be an Animagus in the form of a magical animal?"

"That's right." Harry also realized it and looked at the boy with an inquiring look: "Then this is..."

"You can call him Gay, he's a friend of mine." Wayne introduced the Niffler while holding him: "Oh, this is not his real body, it's just a magical effect."

"He's very curious about Hogwarts, but it's not convenient for him to come, so he uses magic to come and visit."

Harry nodded, not quite understanding, and greeted him friendly: "Hello, Mr. Gay."

Grindelwald snorted in response.

"Okay, let's continue the class." Wayne threw Grindelwald aside and waved his wand.

Several chairs instantly broke into pieces and turned into lanterns the size of water cups, moving quickly in the air.

Wayne adjusted for a moment, making the movement of the lanterns irregular. Harry felt dizzy just by looking up for a while.

It was as if there were a dozen bludgers circling around him.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Your spell proficiency is pretty good at the moment, especially the Stunning Spell, the Repulse Spell, and the Disarming Spell that you are best at. You can already cast spells silently, which is worthy of praise."

Harry smiled embarrassedly, feeling very happy.

For so long, Wayne has praised him only a few times, and this sense of achievement is greater than Professor McGonagall's praise for him.

"But..." After saying the good words, Wayne started to find fault again.

"The casting action is too rigid. I told you from the first day I taught you that you should not stop. Even if you are chanting a spell, you should keep moving your feet."

"The other problem is accuracy. Your shooting is still not accurate enough. You must try to aim at the wizard's head every time you cast a spell."

Harry nodded repeatedly: "I will pay attention."

"Your task today is to shoot down all these lanterns. You are not allowed to leave get out of class until you finish."

After that, Wayne sat next to Grindelwald and let Harry train freely.

"What spell can I use?"

"Whatever, as long as it is your specialty."

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

So, he still used the disarming spell honestly.

Red lights flickered continuously in the house. Wayne was right. His aim was indeed off. It was not until the fifth spell that he smashed 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 the purpose of Wayne's training program.

If this was in a chaotic battle, perhaps the spell he fired would not hit the enemy, but most likely his own people.

Harry switched to a repulsive spell that consumed less magic power, and was more cautious in his moves.

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 back into the sky, as if to mock his incompetence.

Wayne's voice sounded at the right time: "I forgot to tell you, if you can't shoot down all of them 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 again bitterly.

"You are so stupid." Grindelwald said dissatisfiedly: "He can't even complete such a simple training. What does Dumbledore see in him?"

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

Grindelwald sneered with a mocking tone: "No wonder he was killed by his own killing curse. I guess his mind is not clear anymore."

"Maybe." Wayne did not refute.

Before the two started talking, he had already blocked Harry, so there was no need to worry about anything.

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

"Harry Potter! How did you learn magic!"

"The wand is not your tool, but your partner, an extension of your arm."

"Eyes, spirit, will, all focus on your target, don't think about how to hit, you just need to think about how to tear up those damn lanterns!"

Harry, who was about to release the spell, was stunned and looked at the Sniff on the table at a loss.

"Listen to him." Wayne echoed, "Mr. Guy is a very powerful wizard. Many people want his guidance but cannot. You must cherish him."

"Oh."

Harry responded, but did not rush to act, but recalled the words that Grindelwald had just scolded.

Eyes, spirit, will.

Don't aim with the wand in your hand, but firmly believe that you can hit the lantern.

"Repel quickly!"

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

"Success!" Harry looked happy.

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

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

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

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

His voice is hoarse and low, but it seems to have magic, as if people are born to follow his guidance.

Harry also feels this way, he has no rebellious psychology.

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

The biggest gap between the two generations of Dark Lords is not strength, but this kind of bewitching, or in other words, the charm that makes people believe and follow.

But Wayne thinks this picture is a bit weird.

The first generation guides the enemy of the second generation Dark Lord.

When Harry meets Voldemort, will he shout "Master Grindelwald"?

One hour later.

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

"No need to thank me."

Grindelwald was not grateful: "I am just helping Lawrence today. It has nothing to do with you."

"Finally, I will give you a piece of advice. Learn how to cast magic.is the first step to becoming a wizard." (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

"A real wizard can use stronger spells in battle and break through himself, rather than just having theories and getting flustered when it comes to actual combat."

Wayne lowered his head and poked the Niffler.

Although he was talking about Harry, he always felt that Hermione and Fleur were also included.

Grindelwald glared at Wayne angrily, but it was a pity that the Niffler's little eyes had no killing power.

Didn't you see that I was pretending to be cool and ruining the atmosphere.

Fortunately, Harry had been fooled today and didn't care about the interaction between the two, but nodded solemnly.

The two parted, 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, just take me around. ”

For Dumbledore, Hogwarts almost encompassed most of his life. For him, this castle meant something special.

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 that he wanted to come here for a tour.

After all, with his identity, it was almost impossible for him to come in person.

When Wayne heard his request, he did not refuse.

After thinking about it, he first took Grindelwald for a stroll around the Black Lake, and then walked along the grove at the edge of the grassland.

On the way, they also met Hagrid.

The half-blood giant is in a very bad state now. Yesterday, Hagrid and Mark Mrs. Sim confessed her identity and asked the other party to admit that she was also a half-giant, which completely annoyed Maxim and the two parted unhappily.

Wayne was helpless in this matter.

Rather than hoping that Hagrid could understand what emotional intelligence was, it would be better to hope that Voldemort would change his ways.

And he really didn't think Hagrid and Maxim were a good match, after all, the class and living environment of the two were too different.

Parting with Hagrid, Wayne returned to the castle.

The school still had a curfew during the holidays, but it made no difference to him.

Each of them walked all the way from the lounge to the eighth floor, sniffing.

Suddenly, Wayne asked, "Want to go to Dumbledore's office?"

Grindelwald became interested: "It's 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 would not refuse.

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

"Don't worry, I don't know how many times I have fooled Albus before, he can't find out."

Wayne said Merry Christmas to the gargoyle and went up the escalator.[]

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

Grindelwald looked around the room. Although he had never been here before, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

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

"Wayne, come over a little." Grindelwald said in a deep voice.

Wayne walked over.

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

At the same time, St. Mungo's.

Dumbledore had no idea that his old friend had come to Hogwarts. At this time, he was visiting an old man who was about to die.

"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 vague..."

"Although I don't want to say this..." Dumbledore sat at the head of the bed and peeled an apple for him.

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

Dumbledore cut the apple into small pieces and put it on the plate, his eyes accidentally swept across the old man's temple.

The old man noticed his hint and was 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 Magic Law Enforcement Team of the Ministry of Magic.

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

But because it had been so long, Ogden could only remember the general process and the final (good) result.

For anyone, asking for memory is an extreme violation of privacy, even if this person is Dumbledore.

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

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

Even though it was already late, he did not rest, but poured the silver substance in the bottle into the Pensieve, where it slowly spun and emitted a faint glow.

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

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

"Marvolo...Merope..."

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

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

Dumbledore, who has almost studied Voldemort thoroughly, knows that he will only place the Horcrux in a place with commemorative significance.

And what else can better highlight his identity as the heir of Slytherin than the Gaunt ancestral home?

Just as Dumbledore was thinking about going there to find out, his heart suddenly felt a sharp pain.

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

After a momentAfter that, he smiled bitterly.

"How could you ignore this contract?"

If he hadn't been bitten by the unbreakable oath, he would have forgotten that as long as he got the exact clue of 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 an heir?

Dumbledore felt something was wrong.

If this continued, the relics of the four founders would really fall into Lawrence's hands!

Dumbledore didn't know that he was still conservative this time.

When he saw the Horcrux, he would realize what true heartache was...