Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Grindelwald is a dark wizard, but he is not a madman who enjoys torturing people.

He actually doesn't want to use such a vicious method as using life as bait to force blood relatives to kill each other.

But after learning about what these people have done, he no longer has any burden in his heart.

In terms of evil, the evil done by these people is dozens or hundreds of times more than that of dark wizards and even the Dark Lord.

Although they did not kill people directly, they killed hundreds of people through assassination, persecution and other means, and even supported the armed organizations in the Black State, causing a small country to suffer.

How many people died indirectly at their hands?

After all, the population difference between the two sides is here.

On weekdays, the death of one or two people in the wizarding world is considered a big deal and can be on the front page of the newspaper.

Like Sirius, he only killed thirteen people, but he was hailed as the most vicious criminal in the history of Azkaban. After escaping from prison, his bounty was as high as 10,000 Galleons.

How about in Muggle society?

Heh.

Grindelwald's eyes were as cold as ice. He stood at the top of the tower, lowering his head and listening to the quarrel coming from below.

The voice gradually became smaller. The five people seemed to have discussed it and began to search for keys in each room.

There were a total of ten identical keys hidden in the entire castle, but only one of them could open the door.

Soon, with the concerted efforts of the five people, all the keys were found in just half a "zero-four-zero" time.

"Which one is the real one?"

"Won't you know if you try it?"

They took the ten keys and tried them one by one at the door. When they tried the fifth one, the door lock could be turned.

The five people were ecstatic, but the door could not be opened.

Grindelwald's voice came from high above.

"Congratulations on finding the right key, but the half-hour time is not up yet. Even if you find the key, you can't open the door. Take a rest first."

After that, he disappeared again.

The atmosphere between the five people downstairs quietly changed.

Originally, they had already discussed who would survive in the end - the eldest son in the family.

He has the strongest ability and is of the right age. As long as he is alive, the future of the family can continue.

But now every extra second of waiting is waiting for death to come.

Everyone had strange thoughts in their hearts.

The youngest son was sweating profusely, and the blue veins on his neck were tense and exposed. When everyone was silent, he suddenly jumped up, grabbed the candlestick that had been hidden long ago, and smashed it on his eldest brother's head.

After suffering a heavy blow on the back of his head, the eldest son's eyes rolled back and he fell into a pool of blood.

"What are you doing!"

"Dad, I don't want to die! Why should I let him live!"

"Why can't it be me!"

"He is your eldest brother!"

"IEvery year on this day, we will worship him, and... you too!"

The screams, shrieks, and the crying of the little daughter formed a beautiful melody. Grindelwald just closed his eyes quietly and tasted the red wine.

"........"

Half an hour passed in a flash.

Grindelwald slowly walked down the stairs and came to the first floor.

The ground was stained with blood. Four of the five people had fallen. Only one was sitting on the blood without saying a word - it was the youngest sister in the family who had just graduated from college this year.

"It's really unexpected. I thought you should be the first to be eliminated, but you didn't expect to be the final winner."

Although he said so, Grindelwald's eyes did not change at all, and he was still so calm.

He did not use his prophetic ability to check. In this case, whoever survived to the end would not shock him.

"Can I go? "The girl still lowered her head, looking at her hands stained with the blood of her relatives, and asked hoarsely.

"Of course."

Grindelwald raised his hand and waved his wand, and the real key automatically flew close to the keyhole.

The door slowly opened, and the girl turned around and walked out step by step.

Hidden under the messy hair were a pair of crazy eyes full of hatred and murderous intent.

She swore that as long as she could go back, she would spare no effort to send out the army, even mushrooms, to blow up this tower and the demon.

Puff!

"Uh~!"

The girl looked back in shock, and dozens of sharp spears emerged from the ground, piercing her internal organs.

Grindelwald stood at the door and smiled, elegant and gentle, and raised his red wine glass to greet her.

"Sorry, I lied to you. ”

“No one is destined to leave here alive today.”

The girl opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she could no longer make any sound. Blood gushed out from the corners of her mouth and she finally closed her eyes.

The brutality and madness of slaughtering her relatives, the excitement and joy of the rest of her life after the festival, the resentment and murderous intent towards Grindelwald

When the emotions were at their peak, she lost her life.

The resentment had almost materialized.

“That’s about it…”

Grindelwald slowly stretched out his hand. In the hall, the blood and The bodies had been cleaned up.

Only the girl who died last, blood gushed out of her wound like crazy, and under Grindelwald's guidance, a magic circle was drawn.

The magic circle was completed, and he chanted the spell to make a Horcrux, holding the locket in one hand.

The ghost appeared from the magic circle, and it was the face of the girl. She roared and rushed towards Grindelwald, wishing to tear him into pieces.

Grindelwald did not dodge, but stood there, letting the ghost hit him and groaning.

A soul fragment peeled off from his body and was attracted by the locket, and the two gradually merged.

After delivering a hateful blow, the wronged soul dissipated unwillingly, and the blood-colored magic circle on the ground also became dim.

Grindelwald had a sense of enlightenment in his heart.

Sure enough, the size of the split soul when making a Horcrux is uncontrollable.

Although the soul cannot be quantified specifically, he just has a feeling that he lost nearly one-fifth of his soul this time.

And after losing this part of the soul, all kinds of negative emotions are madly attacking his consciousness. With his mentality, he can suppress this discomfort, but if the soul loses more...

"Voldemort, you are really a lunatic..."

Grindelwald slowly walked upstairs, and for the first time in his heart, he valued Voldemort, his junior.

The little brother is a ruthless man...

It was frightening enough for him to split his soul once. As for Voldemort, there were four Horcruxes destroyed by Lawrence alone, and who knows how many more were hidden.

Is he really not afraid of turning into an irrational beast?

If so, what's the point of immortality? (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Back to his hut, Grindelwald took out a bottle of Phoenix Tears and poured a few drops into his mouth, slowly recovering his vitality and the injuries caused by the soul tearing.

He has only completed the first step of making Horcruxes, and his soul is not stable yet.

It will take some time before we can conduct more in-depth research.

The huge vitality nourishes his dry body, and Grindelwald slowly opens his eyes.

"Dumbledore, are you ready... to meet me?

London, St. Mungo's.

After subduing the basilisk and making it pay a heavy price, Wayne did not forget that he still had to treat the Longbottoms.

The dream woven for the two has basically taken shape, but a new problem has arisen again - their brains have lost the ability to dream, and even magic has no effect.

It's like you use a nightmare spell on a stone, and the stone will not have nightmares.

So Wayne's main job now is not to weave dreams, but to sort out the brains of the two so that they can regain the ability to dream.

"Let's stop here today. I have already spliced ​​part of their mental power. After a few more times, they can basically withstand huge dreams."

"Give them more vitality potions and energy potions recently, and the medicine cannot be stopped. "

After working for two hours, Wayne opened his eyes and said to Mrs. Longbottom who was waiting beside him.

Although he still had a lot of energy left, the Longbottoms could no longer hold on and needed time to consolidate the results.[]

Since seeing hope, Mrs. Longbottom has been very enthusiastic about Wayne. Even though Wayne is the same age as her grandson, she still speaks with a hint of respect.

"Mr. Lawrence, you've worked hard today. Do you need me to take you home?Are you going?"

"No need." Wayne smiled and stood up: "It's a rare trip to the hospital, just to see acquaintances."

"You also have a friend in the hospital?" The old lady asked in surprise.

"Not a friend, but Umbridge. I'm going to see how he is."

"Her." The old man suddenly realized, and then a strange expression appeared on his face.

This is not a visit, it's simply killing people.

Second floor, biological injury department.

After Wayne found out Umbridge's ward, he went straight to the door.

"Is this treatment not bad? It's still a single ward?"

Umbridge, who was lying on the bed in a daze, turned her head quickly, with shock in her eyes: "Lawrence, why did you come here. ”

Are you here to kill people and silence them?

Umbridge put her hand on the button on the bed, ready to press it at any time.

"I'm here to do something at St. Mungo's. Professor Umbridge, don't be so nervous." Wayne leaned against the door, not going in, looked around the furnishings in the room, and finally looked at her.

"I heard that you have many strangulations and burns on your body. Do you need to rest for a week?"

"You seem very happy, Lawrence?" Umbridge narrowed her eyes and put on a fake smile on her face: "It's just a week, don't worry, I will be back soon."

"No one can stop the reform of Hogwarts."

"Then you want to be blind." Wayne chuckled and shook his head: "Have you forgotten? The investigation of the Independent Commission Against Corruption into you has not yet begun. "

Umbridge's face darkened. This was indeed a troublesome incident.

But it was just a trouble. She was the incarnation of Fudge. How could Crouch dare to do anything to her?

"Professor, don't let anyone find out that you embezzled school funds." Wayne kindly warned: "Even if you are not imprisoned in Azkaban, you will have to pay ten times the compensation."

Umbridge waved his arm angrily, "Lawrence, you are slandering an upright official of the Ministry of Magic!"

Wayne wanted to vomit after listening to it. Looking at the 500 points in his account, he didn't want to waste time here and turned around and left.

"Oh, right." He suddenly retreated after leaving two steps, holding the door: "There is another good news I forgot to tell you."

"Harry told me that you tried to punish him with a quill that was cast with black magic. "

Umbridge's face changed drastically, and Wayne smiled even happier, "I have reported the news to the Ministry of Magic, and the Independent Commission Against Corruption will investigate together."

[Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the achievement - kicking someone when he is down, reward points 500.]

Perfect.

Looking at Umbridge's panic, Wayne finally left with satisfaction.

Even if he is not in school, this pink toad can still make contributions to him..