Hogwarts: Please Graduate Soon

It is now April, and spring has begun to bloom in Western Europe.

But the area where Nurmengard is located is still cold, and except for a dense forest, there is no other greenery.

It looks desolate and cold, and combined with the gloomy sky, makes people feel depressed unconsciously.

Dumbledore is older and recovers slower than Wayne.

He shook his head, and after he came to his senses, he looked towards the tower like Wayne, with indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"Once upon a time, this was a holy place that many saints yearned for. Countless orders that affected the European continent were issued from the tower."

"Every one of them makes the whole continent tremble. It's a pity...things and people are different..."

Wayne curled his lips when he heard Lao Deng reminiscing about the past.

"Isn't all this caused by you? Without your intervention, the situation would probably still be the same as before.

Dumbledore clenched his fists and smiled, "Lawrence, you are really good at chatting.

"Wherever, let's go quickly." Wayne took the lead.

The two of them were at the foot of the mountain, still some distance away from going up the mountain. Dumbledore warned:

"I didn't tell anyone when I came here this time, so it's illegal to infiltrate. You can't use apparation or fly up. Follow me closely and don't go the wrong way and trigger the alarm.

Wayne nodded to express his understanding and followed Lao Deng obediently.

The area of ​​the barrier was very large, and there was quite a distance to walk up to it. However, when Lao Deng arrived here, he also started chatting about things between him and Grindelwald.

"Garrett and I have known each other for a long time, when I had just graduated and he had just been expelled.

Having said this, Lao Deng couldn't help laughing.

"To be able to expel Durmstrang, who was not opposed to the study of black magic, one can imagine how dangerous he was at that time.

Wayne was also happy: "The Dark Lord always has to be different from a young age, doesn't Tom do the same?

"Some are similar, but more are different." Dumbledore thought for a while and said seriously:

"Gellert's attitude towards black magic is completely different from Tom's. Tom is obsessed with the pleasure and power that black magic brings to him, but Gellert..."

“In his eyes, whether it is black magic or other magic, they are essentially tools he uses to achieve his goals.

"The reason why he studies more black magic is because his talent lies in it, and... killing people is faster."

Dumbledore was silent for two seconds: "At that time, he and I had like-minded ideals because of our pursuit of the Deathly Hallows, and we became good friends who talked about everything.

"But Aberforth felt that I was bewitched, and he had many arguments with Gellert and me, which eventually led to a melee between the three of them.

"No one noticed the arrival of Ariana 003. A magic spell hit her. Maybe it was mine, maybe it was Gellert, or maybe it was Aberforth. It doesn't matter anymore."

Dumbledore's body was trembling slightly, and his eyes became moist.

Even after nearly a hundred years, it still hurts my bones when I think of the scene at that time.

Wayne remained silent and allowed the old man to continue speaking.

"Since then, I have truly realized that although magic is endlessly charming, it cannot fill the void in the soul."

"With the loss of Ariana and the complete breakdown of my relationship with Aberforth, my heart is broken.

"From now on, Gellert and I parted ways."

Wayne sighed: "Then why did you come to Hogwarts?"

"Because of what?" Dumbledore raised his head and let the tears fall back into his eyes.

"The initial thought was just to escape, escape from Godric Valley, escape from the disputes and troubles of the outside world."

“But later, I discovered that little wizards are the best medicine in the world. Seeing them thrive, my heart was replenished and repaired.

Dumbledore shook his head: "I tried to make them understand that magic is not everything, but it didn't seem to be successful."

"Don't think so." Wayne comforted: "You just taught a Tom and a large group of Death Eaters, and the good ones are still in the majority.

Dumbledore's expression froze, and he pointed at the young man helplessly.

He knew that Wayne was making a joke and deliberately enlightened him.

Well, probably so

Lao Deng suddenly remembered that Wayne usually had this style, and he was a little unsure again.

While talking, the two of them had walked halfway, and now it was Wayne's turn to ask questions.

"Speaking of which, if what happened to Ariana hadn't happened, what would you have done?"

Dumbledore stopped, looking thoughtful.

"It's an interesting question, no one has ever asked me that.

"If this hadn't happened... maybe we would actually have changed the world together."

He suddenly joked: "Maybe you won't even be born by then."

Wayne nodded in agreement: "Yes, my ancestors are all Muggles."

Grindelwald's thinking is more advanced than Voldemort's. He does not discriminate against mixed-blood wizards, nor does he actually discriminate against Muggles, but he regards Muggles as enemies.

It is very likely that during the war between wizards and Muggles, Wayne's noble ancestors were slaughtered, and of course nothing happened to him.

"What about the Deathly Hallows? If all three are gathered together, can they really resurrect the dead?" Wayne asked again.

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head: "According to legend, the Deathly Hallows is a treasure given to the three Peverell brothers by the God of Death, but I am more inclined to think that it is a prop made by the three great wizards themselves, just like Ni It’s like a magic stone.”

"Maybe in a few thousand years, Nico's magic stone will be praised as a treasure given to him by a certain god."

"How does the Elder Wand work?"

Dumbledore was not surprised that Wayne knew about the Elder Wand.

He has a very good relationship with Newt and Nico, and these two people will not simply treat Wayne as a twelve-year-old child and tell him that it is normal.

"Very powerful, but not suitable for me. The Elder Wand longs for fighting and killing from the bottom of its bones. I am not a qualified master. 11

"Have you ever thought about destroying him? I have read many legends that this wand will bring misfortune to its owner."

Dumbledore sighed: "Sorry, I'm a vulgar person."

"Even though I no longer believe in the legend of the Three Deathly Hallows, as long as there is a glimmer of hope... I will try it."

"understand."

Wayne nodded slightly, understanding what Dumbledore's pain was.

Ariana's silent constitution caused tragedy for her family, and the obsession in his heart could never dissipate.

Finally, they arrived under the black tower, and the squib guards guarding them came forward with doubts.

Dumbledore glanced at Wayne, and the boy sighed and shook his hand.

Immediately, the squib guard returned to his seat in confusion and fell asleep.

"You are really good at summoning people."

"No, I just want to test your confusion spell. It seems to be very good now. There will be no problems in this year's Charms exam.

Are you telling me something?"

"Just take it as such. After all, the second-year Charms exam hasn't had any new tricks for many years, and Filius is really lazy.

The two of them walked up the stairs to the bedroom on the top floor without saying a word.

Wayne saw the nameplate on the door. In addition to the room number, there was a line of very small writing underneath.

"Forthe-greater.good(For the greater good)"

This sentence was not proposed by Grindelwald, but Dumbledore was the first to say it.

Finally, Grindelwald practiced his famous saying for half his life.

It can be seen from this sentence that Dumbledore was also a hawk when he was young.

There is a saying that Wayne thinks is very appropriate.

The forbearing lion is actually a snake.

In terms of personality, there is not much difference between Gryffindor and Slytherin. The biggest difference is nothing more than courage.

Taking a deep breath, Dumbledore opened the door.

In the room, an old man with almost only skin and bones was leaning against the corner. Because he was too thin, his facial features were extremely prominent, and he looked weird and scary.

The most unforgettable thing is the pair of different eyes, one blue and one gray. It's such a pity that such beautiful eyes are now emitting a muddy light.

"It's really rare..." The old man finally spoke and said in a hoarse voice:

"You haven't come here once for decades, but in the past few years, you have come twice."

Wayne found that the old man's eyes never fell on him for a moment after he came in. He only had Dumbledore in his eyes.

"He is Gellert Grindelwald." Dumbledore ignored Grindelwald's sarcasm and said calmly: "My former best friend."

At this time, Grindelwald seemed to have discovered Wayne and looked at him with interest.

Then the smile faded as Dumbledore appeared.

The clothes are the most common standard robes of Hogwarts, but the little badger emblem on it is particularly eye-catching.

In his hand, he was carrying a suitcase. Although the style was different, as soon as he connected it with the clothes, the dead memories began to attack him again.

In terms of appearance, he was much more handsome than that annoying guy, but the shy smile on his face made Grindelwald furious.

The most important thing is that a furry head suddenly stuck out from the pocket of this handsome boy, looking around curiously.

He almost let him break through the defense.

Dumbledore also noticed something was wrong in his eyes, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

It's been so long, why is Gellert still holding such a grudge?

However, Wayne's first words made Dumbledore dumbfounded, allowing Grindelwald to completely break his defense.

"Mr. Grindelwald, I have known you for a long time. I have heard Senior Newt mention you many times."

"He said that if he sees you, let me say hello on his behalf."

When you are angry to a certain extent, your face will not show much expression fluctuation.

Grindelwald was in this state at this time. He just sat there quietly, looking at Wayne expressionlessly, and the air in the room seemed to be frozen.

There was no sign of an explosion of magic power, and the aura of the first generation Dark Lord was enough to shock people.

But this move had no effect on Wayne. The young man still smiled gently and said a little embarrassedly:

"Forgot to introduce myself, my name is Wayne Lawrence, a sophomore at Hufflepuff."

"Wayne Lawrence," Grindelwald murmured, repeating Wayne's name.

He remembered that the Hufflepuff student with the strange phoenix that Dumbledore had mentioned the last time he came over seemed to have this name.

"Albus..." Grindelwald looked away and looked at Dumbledore.

"Are you finally going to choose to end me?"

"Why do you say that?" Dumbledore looked puzzled: "I have never had such an idea."

"Really?" Grindelwald sneered: "I thought you brought this kid here just to piss me off to death.

Dumbledore:

"I didn't expect you

Can still make jokes. "Dumbledore sat on the bench himself and motioned for Wayne to sit down.

"I brought Wayne here just because this incident is related to him and he can help.

"It doesn't mean anything else."

"Is there anything else happening in the outside world that gives you a headache?" Grindelwald played with the weeds in his hands and said without raising his head:

"It goes without saying that it has nothing to do with me. I'm too lazy to care."

He is worthy of being the person who knows Dumbledore best in the world. When he walked in, Grindelwald saw his slightly wrinkled brow and guessed the purpose of his visit.

"Gellert..." Dumbledore still wanted to persuade, but was interrupted by Grindelwald impatiently:

"I'm just a prisoner waiting to die here, and a dark wizard who once brought trouble to Europe. Don't talk to me about those big things."

He and Dumbledore have an unusual relationship, but that doesn't mean they support each other's actions.

This was the case before. If Dumbledore hadn't stopped him, the world would definitely not be what it is now.

What bothered him the most was Dumbledore's character of having to worry about everything.

Is this the greater good you speak of?

Dumbledore looked sour.

Unexpectedly, they got off to a bad start and were blocked back without even telling their purpose.

Wayne snapped his fingers, and a table of sumptuous food slowly appeared on the table, and he greeted.

"Professor, you haven't had breakfast yet. Come on, have some breakfast."

"Okay." Dumbledore nodded and actually tasted the food with Wayne.

"This apple pie is good. Did you get it from the kitchen?"

"No, this was done by Shan Duo."

"Well, the craftsmanship is much better than that of the kitchen elf, but the taste seems familiar."

"Perhaps you had it at Nico's house? I learned a lot of Gardevoir's skills from Nabi.

"I see."

Looking at the two people feasting, Grindelwald's eyes gradually became dull and his throat trembled unconsciously.

The last time he had a normal meal was when Dumbledore brought him over for Christmas in 1991. It had been a year and a half in the blink of an eye.

It would be a lie to say that I am not greedy.

But the two of them had no intention of inviting him to eat together, which made Grindelwald very uncomfortable.

"This kid..."

Grindelwald looked at Wayne with an evil look.

Sure enough, Hufflepuff doesn't have a good thing.

The old freckle ruined his plans all day long, chasing him from New York to Paris, and from Paris to Berlin.

Now there is another younger one, who seems to have a close relationship with the older one, and also has such a good relationship with Dumbledore...

Grindelwald felt that his heart, which had not had much trouble in decades, became irritable again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the change in his expression, and a faint smile appeared on Dumbledore's face.

You old arrogant person... you have to let someone with Wayne's temperament deal with you.

After eating and drinking enough, Wayne waved his hand and the leftovers on the table disappeared, not even a bone was left.

Instead there were bottles of magic potion.

"Professor, I just thought about it, if the European one doesn't work, I'll do it hard.

"Since Mr. Grindelwald won't listen, then we will provide some small help to make him understand the justice."

"This is a powerful truth serum, the effect is five times that of the normal medicine. This is an ecstasy, and there is a hypnotic potion. This...I'm sorry, this is an ecstasy. Shouldn't you use it?"

. "arrive

"Give all this to Mr. Grindelwald, and I won't believe that he doesn't do it."

Wayne excitedly introduced all the potions, and the two old men were stunned.

Dumbledore was even more numb.

Does Wayne usually bring these messy things to school?

Grindelwald also looked at him blankly.

Is this kid...Dumbledore's student, or his?

After a moment of silence.

"Hahahaha!" Grindelwald laughed suddenly and finally stood up from the haystack.

A breath of beast revival also erupted.

"Interesting, Albus, I was wrong, this guy is completely different from New York Times.

"Don't you need my help? Yes, but I have a request."

"What request?" Dumbledore looked at him calmly: "If it's too much, I won't agree to it.

"It's very simple."

Grindelwald's eyes were stern, and the courage that belonged to the first generation of Dark Lord finally appeared again.

"Let me try the level of your proud student. If it satisfies me, I will do whatever you ask me to do!"