Hogwarts: Please graduate soon

Voldemort found Tom quickly.

In the principal's office of Costolis, the two sat opposite each other in silence.

Finally, Tom spoke first.

"I have long advised you to take your people away from England as soon as possible. You can't beat them."

"Like you, hiding in a remote and snowy place?" Voldemort sneered, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even know there are wizards here."

"But you still came." Tom was not angry, "If I stayed in England like you, I would have been dead long ago."

"A month later, are you really going to duel with Master Lawrence?"

"You fucking..."

Voldemort wanted to curse, but he was too lazy to do so, otherwise he would have to hear Master Lawrence a few more times, making himself even more disgusted.

"I am sure of victory." Voldemort adjusted his mood and said confidently: "Thanks to Dumbledore, I have a new understanding of the dark magic. One month is enough for me to improve my strength."

The cold snake eyes stared at Tom, and Voldemort said coldly: "If your real body is here, I will kill you first and take back my soul."

As soon as he came in, Voldemort found that Tom in front of him was not himself, but a puppet being controlled.

"Are you sure you can deal with both of them?" Tom frowned and said, "Dumbledore has changed. He has become the Minister of Magic. I believe he doesn't mind hiding in the dark and giving you a fatal blow at the right time."

"Of course I know, but he hasn't changed." Voldemort said viciously, "He has always been a despicable person. After ousting Fudge, his true nature was exposed."

"We are the same kind of people. He has been pretending."

"You want me to help you hold him back?" Tom quickly understood Voldemort's idea and shook his head repeatedly, "Don't think about it. I will never take action before I am sure of victory."

"You are not needed." Voldemort looked at Tom with contempt. This timid character is really the same as his.

Didn't he choose to travel the world because he was afraid of Dumbledore?

"I need Grindelwald."

Hearing Grindelwald's name, Tom's face became even more ugly, "Then go find him, why look for me?"

"You and his saints are fighting fiercely, stop for now, this is my sincerity in coming to your door."

Tom snorted coldly, "He is provoking me!"

Recently, the expansion plan of the bear has completely stagnated. Saints have entered the two countries of Mao and Baima in large numbers to support them. Tom curses Grindelwald countless times every day, and he doesn't know why he is crazy.

The situation in the south is very good, why choose to expand in the north.

"I don't care about right or wrong, I just want the result." Voldemort said nonchalantly, "Lawrence and Dumbledore are the biggest enemies."

"As a price, as long as you are willing to stop, after destroying them, I am willing to help you deal with Grindelwald."

Tom sneered, "You are so hypocritical. You and him will always fight. There can only be one Dark Lord in the world. I can sit on the mountain and watch the fight."

"If you don't agree, I will destroy everything you have." Voldemort's snake pupils stood up: "You know I have the strength to kill all the students here, slaughter your Ministry of Magic, and make all your efforts go to waste."

"You dare!" Tom showed anger for the first time.

Voldemort didn't say anything, just looked at him, and the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

After a long time, Tom's momentum was deflated, "I promise you."

"But... I also have a condition."

Two days later, all the wizards of the bear withdrew to their country. With this gift, Voldemort captured a saint and finally met his predecessor-Grindelwald.

The meeting between the two did not alarm too many people. There were always Auror spies around Durmstrang. Grindelwald was too lazy to pay attention to them. Anyway, no one dared to break in.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Riddle."

Grindelwald looked at him curiously and asked in confusion: "Didn't you consider adjusting your appearance when you were resurrected? It's not easy to recruit subordinates for a disfigured person."

Compared with Voldemort's plugged nostrils and scarlet pupils, Grindelwald's eyes were full of bright and mysterious light.

"I won't waste my power in such a meaningless place. When I am strong, those weak will naturally come to me."

Grindelwald despised Voldemort, and Voldemort looked down on him as well.

What's the use of a wizard caring so much about his appearance? Magic is the hard truth.

No wonder he lost to Dumbledore.

If he didn't ask for help from the other party, I'm afraid what he said at this time would be even more unpleasant.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I have admired your deeds for a long time. You are only one step away from success, but unfortunately you are trapped in Nurmengard."

"Congratulations on escaping and getting a chance to avenge yourself."

Grindelwald lowered his head and played with his fingers, his posture casual, "Don't say hypocritical words, my time is precious, I don't have time to chat with a stray dog."

"This title may be more appropriate for you." Voldemort suppressed his anger, "At least, I didn't lose to Dumbledore when I evacuated, if If Lawrence hadn't come right over, I could have even killed him."

"You, killed him? Hahahaha!"

Grindelwald seemed to have heard a big joke, laughing so hard, "If Dumbledore was so easy to deal with, do you think he could be alive now?"

"No, if you had this ability, you wouldn't have been harmed by a one-year-old baby more than a decade ago and become worse than a wandering soul."

Grindelwald poked Voldemort's lungs hard, and the room was suddenly filled with murderous atmosphere. The two of them raised their wands at each other at the same time.

"Come to my territory to provoke me, Riddle. If you don't want to die at Lawrence's hands, I can do it for him."

Grindelwald was not afraid of Voldemort at all, and even Dumbledore could not scare him.

The only person in the entire magic world that he could not see through was Wayne. Others were at most at the same level as him, but Grindelwald had absolute confidence. When both sides were at the same level, he was the strongest one.

Or, all the strong men had similar thoughts, otherwise they would not be able to reach this height today.

The battle was about to break out, and the powerful magic power that made people's heart palpitate gathered at the tips of the two wands. Voldemort finally remembered the purpose of his trip and took the lead in making concessions.

He took back the wand that he had snatched from somewhere and took two steps back. "Mr. Grindelwald, you and I are not enemies. If we fight, only Dumbledore and Lawrence will be happy."

"I came to negotiate with you." Voldemort's voice was hoarse. Showing weakness was not unacceptable to him. He just kept the humiliation firmly in his heart and left it for later settlement.

Grindelwald was still aggressive: "You are not qualified to negotiate with me. I don't care about the border truce. On the contrary, you are saving those bear wizards."

"Don't you want revenge?" Voldemort said with a bewitching tone: "In a month, I will have a life-and-death battle with Lawrence. With Dumbledore's meanness, he must be planning how to sneak attack me."

"Maybe you will be very happy if I die, but do you think they will target you without my threat?" (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Grindelwald didn't say anything, and Voldemort thought he was moved, and continued to work harder in his heart.

"I heard a piece of news that Keynes had gone to Dumbledore to persuade him and Lawrence to deal with you together, but he declined because of the duel in a month."

"You and I are like twin unicorn crabs. If I die, you die. If you die, I will never be able to turn over."

I have become a good man...

Grindelwald was almost laughing so hard in his heart, but his face was very cooperative and showed a solemn expression, as if he was frowning and thinking.

After a long time, he exhaled a breath of turbid air and said slowly: "What do you want me to do?"

A sharp light flashed, and Voldemort's mouth corners raised: "I need you to stop Dumbledore until Lawrence and I decide the winner. After I kill him, I will help you kill Dumbledore together."

"I can do it alone!" Grindelwald said excitedly, fully expressing his hatred for Dumbledore.

"That's great." Voldemort bowed slightly, "Mr. Grindelwald, you and I are both great dark wizards. Maybe there will be a war, but at least before we destroy them, our interests are the same."

"For the greater good?" Grindelwald looked at him.

"That's right." Voldemort grinned, "For the greater good."

"Okay!" Grindelwald slapped the table and stood up, ".Go ahead and do it, Mr. Riddle. Kill Lawrence and you will be the best in the world!"

"Have the specific duel date and battle location been determined?"

"When I find a suitable wand, I will formally issue a challenge." Voldemort also kept a secret and did not tell Grindelwald about his breakthrough.

After the two of them had a rough discussion, Voldemort left in a hurry.[]

He did need to find a wand that could carry his magic power, and he also needed to study it for a while to make his magic more powerful.

When he left Durmstrang, Grindelwald smiled.

Killing Lawrence would make him the best in the world, this is true, but can he do it?

Ask him to deal with Dumbledore, that's even more... a brilliant move.

Just when he couldn't find a reason to go to England to meet Dumbledore, now he has one, right?

Lying on the table, Grindelwald quickly wrote a letter, tied it to the leg of an owl and sent it out. He wanted to see what Lawrence was going to do with Voldemort, and by the way, ask what kind of magic potion he had given Dumbledore to make him willingly become the Minister of Magic.

"It's just a little persuasion." Wayne said modestly to Professor McGonagall, "The most important thing is Dumbledore's own choice, don't you think, professor, no, Minister?"

At the Hog's Head, several deans and Wayne gathered here for a small banquet to celebrate Dumbledore's new job.

"No, that's right." Dumbledore smiled reluctantly, "Everything is my own choice. ”

The innocent Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick believed it, but Professor McGonagall and Snape were indifferent.

They were sure that Wayne played a decisive role in it. They knew Dumbledore and it was definitely not his intention to become the Minister.

But both of them kept silent about it. They had no way to force them to ask, so they could only skip this topic.

"Wayne, you don't need to come to class in the next period of time. Prepare for the duel with the mysterious man."

Professor McGonagall said worriedly, "He is different from Grindelwald. Even if their strengths are similar, the mysterious man will not be as upright as Grindelwald. He will definitely use insidious tricks."

"The more prepared you are, the more chances of winning."

"No problem. "Wayne readily agreed. How could he refuse such a good thing as Feng Ming skipping class?

At night, Wayne and several professors returned to Hogwarts.

Entering the suitcase, he clicked on the system panel.

Thanks to Dumbledore's contribution, his current points have exceeded the 90,000 mark. After thinking about it, Wayne directly drew 900 times.

Now he can crush Voldemort, but there is always something missing from breaking through the legend.

The membrane is looming and can't be broken no matter how hard you poke it.

I hope I can draw some prizes that are useful to him in this lottery.

After throwing away 900 consecutive draws, the system is completely overwhelmed by all kinds of colors.The card was covered by a red light, which flashed for almost five minutes before the system sorted the cards into categories.

Seven gold cards, two diamond cards, and the most eye-catching red card.

Wayne's eyes fell on the red card and he was the first to point it out.

Originally, he thought it would be part of the inheritance of the Star-Forging Dragon King, but the card was broken and a red light drilled into his mind.

A figure of a creature standing upright with wings on its back occupied his entire field of vision.

Then, there was a roar.

"Papaya! Star! Spirit is gone!"

"You! Deserve! Death!!".